The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Dying here would fill him with regret. But there was a limit to one's strength, and facing a Demon King whose Realm was so far beyond his own, Chen Dong was utterly powerless.

Just then, a brilliant light erupted. A pillar of pure, white radiance shot into the sky as Liu Ling threw herself forward, blocking the volley of Divine Techniques.

Blood stained Liu Ling's blue dress. Even after unleashing her Innate Divine Technique, she had still suffered a severe backlash.

"So it's true! The Liuling High Priest has submitted to this human!"

"There's no need to hold back! It looks like a Beast Taming Contract. The High Priest has betrayed our Demon Race!"

"That's right! He must not be allowed to live!"

In a matter of moments, the Cyan Dragon had been crushed by Pengshan and the other Demon Kings.

Chen Dong summoned a Fire Phoenix to guard him as he stared at the assembled Demon Kings. 'I'm still too weak!' he thought.

"Die, human whelp!"

The Demon Kings attacked again. Flashes of Golden Wings Divine Light, streaks of Liuli Divine Light, enormous earthen spikes erupting from the ground, a vicious and bone-chilling gale...

The Fire Phoenix was shredded by the gale. Chen Dong's arts were insignificant compared to these Innate Divine Techniques.

'Is this how I die...?'

Just then, a clear voice cried out, "Desolate Wave Water Technique!"

A massive pillar of water shot into the sky, enveloping Chen Dong and Liu Ling. The Demon Kings' Divine Techniques struck the column of water and vanished without a trace.

'Th-this is...'

The Demon Kings were all stunned. How could that Foundation Establishment Stage Female Cultivator possess such a technique?

It was beyond shocking. First Tian Sisi, then Chen Dong, and now another bizarre Female Cultivator.

How could the Human Race produce so many prodigies capable of shaking the Floating Shadow Realm in just over two years?

When the pillar of water dissipated, Chen Dong and his companions were gone.

All the Demon Kings held their breath. Only Ao Tian had acted differently. While the others were ganging up on Chen Dong, he had finally rescued Ao Jun. He had casually swatted aside that Female Cultivator, but while he was undoing the restrictions on Ao Jun, he never expected her to be able to cast such a technique.

'If I'd known, I would have killed her first. I truly underestimated these humans.'

In truth, they had already treated Chen Dong with the utmost seriousness, immediately unleashing their most powerful Innate Divine Techniques to ensure he had no chance of escape. Yet, in the end, the Female Cultivator they had utterly dismissed enabled Chen Dong to escape right under their noses.

They weren't worried, though. The surrounding thousand li were teeming with members of the Demon Race. There was no escape for them!

A few moments later, a disturbance was detected several li away.

"Heh, it seems that Female Cultivator's cultivation is too low. They didn't get far. We absolutely cannot let them escape again, or we'll be utterly disgraced!"

"Of course. Let's go!"

For these Late-stage Nascent Soul experts, a distance of several li could be crossed in the blink of an eye.

Chen Dong and the others scrambled out of a pool of water, their expressions grim. Blood trickled from the corner of Liu Ling's mouth, Murong Qing's face was pale, and only Meng Yingluo remained perfectly calm.

Chen Dong couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you?"

Meng Yingluo smiled faintly. "I'm Meng Yingluo, Senior Brother. But is this really the time for that question?"

'Forget it,' he thought. 'We can't escape anyway. It doesn't matter who she is.'

Chen Dong turned to Murong Qing. "Are you alright?"

Murong Qing weakly shook her head.

At that very instant, Chen Dong's spiritual sense flared. He shot to his feet as drifting embers of crimson-cloud fire filled the sky and thunder suddenly crackled. Several beams of Divine Light shot toward them, and the fire and lightning rose to meet the assault.

But the Divine Light broke through as if unopposed; the fire and lightning could only slow it for a moment.

A pillar of water formed, but it lacked the power of the previous one and was no match for the Divine Light.

Liu Ling also struggled to form a protective screen of light to block the attack, but it was useless. The difference in their Realms was simply too vast, not to mention they were far from their peak condition.

Following right behind the Divine Light were various other Divine Techniques…

'There's no escape...'

But then, flower petals began to drift down from the sky.

"I made it in time!"

The Peach Blossom Divine Sword flew in, sweeping through the beams of Divine Light.

"I pluck a peach blossom branch, in trade for a flask of wine!"

The Peach Blossom Divine Sword instantly unleashed a flash of light, cleaving through the multitude of Divine Techniques.

Zisang Jin's figure emerged from amidst the petals, her embroidered shoes tapping lightly on the surface of the water.

"I had to take a huge detour to shake those other Demon Kings. Good thing I made it in time!"

Twelve Demon Kings arrived, along with a large number of Golden Core Demon Race members.

The beaked Golden Roc Demon King's eyes narrowed. "Damn it, how did Zisang Jin get here? How could Yang Zhang and the others be so useless!"

Ao Tian's expression was just as cold. "We can't blame Yang Zhang and his men. Zisang Jin's Dao Essence is certainly troublesome, but she's alone. If we kill her here along with the others, all our problems will be solved!"

Pengshan snorted. "Everyone, we all know how her Cyan Leaf Wandering Dao Essence works. Spread out! We absolutely cannot let them escape!"

Zisang Jin chuckled lightly. "I didn't come here to fight you to the death. With but a branch of peach blossoms, my fragrance shall fill the mountains!"

As she spoke, the flower petals danced. With a flash of brilliant light, she and her companions vanished.

Ao Tian immediately roared, "They're escaping! Still the winds and follow the scent! Her fragrant, peach-blossom Sword Intent can't carry them beyond a thousand li!"

The demonic aura of the twelve Demon Kings instantly flooded the area, bringing an unnatural stillness to everything within a thousand li.

Meanwhile, dozens of li away, Jiang Hongqin and the others were lying flat on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. All confidence in their own strength had vanished. Though they were cultivators, they could only pray to the heavens that they wouldn't be discovered. In the sky above were not only numerous members of the Golden Core Demon Race, but also those Nascent Soul Demon Kings, each exuding an aura of pure terror.