Daoist Competition

Han Suyi calmly said, "I observe that Demon King does have some skills. A cornered beast is the most ferocious and relentless. I don’t have the vast resources of Brother Du or Brother Xiao’s families, nor do I have the support of Brother Huo’s Chen Clan. It’s not easy to train these disciples, and now that the Demon Tribulation is upon us, I must preserve some Primordial Qi and cannot afford to deplete it here. If we leave a way out in front, these demons won’t fight us to the death here."

The maid’s face showed a realization, as if she suddenly understood, and she smiled, saying, "But with this plan, it might be difficult for Master Zhang to manage. He’s not like us; he came here alone and might find himself in quite some chaos."

Han Suyi lightly shook her head and said, "You are mistaken. I have seen Junior Brother Zhang’s abilities during the grand competition. Just watch, these demons won’t be able to pass through his blockade."

Demon King Quan He had originally gathered his subordinate Demon Generals and trusted aides, ready to fight to the death with his troops. However, upon seeing that the Mingcang Sect practitioners weren’t in a hurry to encircle them and instead spread out, he was taken aback. As Han Suyi had anticipated, his heart suddenly lost its entanglement with the notion of fighting and he shouted, "Warriors, follow me across the river quickly."

They were in an open area with nowhere to escape. Engaging in battle here would certainly be a disadvantage. But once they entered the Human Realm State City, he did not believe the Mingcang Sect would dare act recklessly. At that time, they could disperse the troops and escape separately, either to the desolate mountains and wilds or to densely populated areas, thus avoiding being completely annihilated here.

At this moment, they saw more than a dozen trusted aides of General Han escaping back, each with a mournful expression, shouting, "Your Majesty, General Han, General Han, he..."

This General Han was a trusted confidant of Quan He. Remembering that Flying Palace they had previously crossed, he felt something amiss and sternly asked, "What happened to General Han?"

"General Han was struck and killed by a Daoist’s Thunder Technique."

Demons fear Thunder Techniques the most, and Quan He’s heart skipped a beat when he heard this. However, he quickly asked, "Was it just one person? Did you see clearly?"

The trusted aide replied, "Yes, it was only one person."

Hope suddenly surged in Quan He’s chest. If there was only one Daoist blocking the way ahead, it was better than dealing with the hundreds of Xuanmen Sect Practitioners behind them. No matter how strong the opponent’s Divine Skills might be, if he led dozens of trusted aides to charge ahead, even if they couldn’t kill the enemy, they could at least force him to retreat, carving out an escape for his troops.

Once he made up his mind, he waved his hand and ordered an advance. Amidst the throngs of tens of thousands of troops, the sound of drums could be heard, and countless demons roared in unison, jumping into the Long River and charging toward the opposite bank.

The overwhelming momentum and rolling Demon Cloud made Master Yang and his entourage of officials change color with alarm, worried whether Zhang Yan could block them alone.

Zhang Yan saw this scene and couldn’t help but laugh, "Senior Sister Han is quite bold."

Han Suyi’s actions weren’t the best but were well-measured, with no discernible errors.

If these demons really passed through his position to ravage the mortal world, she would have to bear the consequences.

She had complete faith that Zhang Yan could stand his ground against these tens of thousands of demons, which is why she adopted this approach.

Zhang Yan chuckled and activated his Moving Divine Ability, stepping directly to the bank of the Long River, sitting mid-air, and slightly shaking his shoulder as he uttered, "Rise!"

There was a loud sound, and a vast water light spread from behind him, seemingly endless waves rolling within, stretching across the great river.

After breaking through the Shell Barrier, his Mana had increased more than twofold. At this moment, the True Light extended over a thousand feet, with water vapor drifting and stirring the spiritual mechanism, causing the Long River’s waters to churn as if boiling.

The demon cultivators crossing the river were ignorant and unaware of the Divine Skills’ might. They howled and charged headlong into the water light, but how could they shake it? Within moments, they disappeared without a trace, and in no time, over a hundred demon cultivators were gone.

Zhang Yan saw a few demon cultivators who had not yet been caught along the shore. He shouted and activated his First Grade Golden Core, using the spell to unleash the Elixir Evil circling around him. In an instant, the True Light transformed into strands, ensnaring every last one of them.

Exerting his full strength, the True Light expanded another thousand feet, and only then did it halt. The sound of rushing waters filled the space between heaven and earth, as if the Long River had indeed burst its banks.

With his barrier, whatever demon troops attempted to cross would fall into his trap, drawing exclamations of wonder from Master Yang and others, calling it the work of an Immortal.

Jiang Zheng was also dazzled. Among mortals, he mostly encountered Loose Cultivators, and instinctively felt that the Dharma Transmission teacher from that day was extraordinary, likely from the renowned Major Sects. Seeing this display strengthened his belief.

Demon King Quan He watched as his face changed colors, and a Demon General beside him advised, "Your Majesty, this Daoist is formidable. Why don’t we turn back and fight?"

Quan He’s expression was grave. Witnessing Zhang Yan’s method, he knew the opponent was not one to be taken lightly. No wonder he dared block this path alone.

But unless this Daoist was removed, there was no way out for his tribe. He gritted his teeth and said, "Go back? Is there a way back? Returning means certain death! It’s just one person, what is there to fear!"

As he spoke, Han Suyi noticed the immense commotion Zhang Yan was causing and stepped out of the Flying Palace. She activated the spell, letting clouds form from her body, flowing like running water without end, swiftly covering several miles of clear skies. With a flick of her finger, the clouds and mist descended, sweeping behind the tens of thousands of demons.

The little demons, unaware, were immediately enveloped. Once the colored clouds passed, a large swath lay on the ground.

This was a Divine Power from the Mingcang Sect, known as "Illusionary Cloud Jade Smoke."

This Divine Skill was especially potent in group battles. Those touched by the Jade Smoke, if their cultivation was inferior, had their spiritual sense and five senses blocked, fainting on the spot.

Even those with profound cultivation, if enveloped by the light smoke and unable to break it, would find themselves blind and deaf, unable to distinguish direction for at least a quarter-hour, left at their enemy’s mercy. Without dispersing the smoke, even with high Mana, there would be nowhere to employ it.

Seeing this scene, Quan He was extremely enraged and dismayed. With formidable foes before and behind, his tribe faced imminent destruction, leaving no more time for thought.

He let out a mighty roar that echoed to the skies, pressed his hand, and suddenly lifted his body over thirty feet, taking a single stride across the Long River, raising his mountainous palm to strike toward Zhang Yan.

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