Daoist Competition

Zhao Xiong was desperate and grasping at straws, thinking that Zhang Yan, being from the Mingcang Sect and one of the Top Ten Disciples, might know how to save his life. It was certainly better than dying inexplicably.

Even if it was hopeless, as a last resort, he would seek a soldier, hoping for a chance to reincarnate and cultivate again in the future.

For this, he did not hesitate to cut off his own retreat. Although he had been coveting Miss Shan’s beauty for a long time, what use was more beauty if he had no life?

At this moment, he actively volunteered to fight, eager to earn merit, thinking that with this performance, even if Zhang Yan could not help him, he could at least point out a bright path.

Zhang Yan pondered briefly. After all, this demon had once apprenticed under that person and might know some secrets, so it would be better to send him to the Mingcang Sect for the Sect Leader to decide.

He then said, "This matter will be discussed later. There is no need for you to take action against Jin Tanggong. Just stand by and watch."

Zhao Xiong was intent on pleasing Zhang Yan at this moment, so how could he dare disobey? He said, "Whatever True Master requires of this little demon, this little demon will do."

Jin Tanggong hid within Kunyu and initially noticed an anomaly in the clouds and heard a sound, knowing that Miss Shan and Zhao Xiong were confronting Zhang Yan. He hurriedly emerged from his hiding place and sneaked up to Turtle Snake Mountain, lying in wait among the grass and trees on the mountain peak.

Not long after, he saw the Gang Wind stirring at the Extreme Sky, the flowing clouds swirling, forming a vortex, indicating that someone was about to descend from Heaven.

His heart tightened, and he gripped his iron axe tightly, his eyes gleaming with ferocity, ready to strike as soon as the opponent descended.

At this moment, a pillar of golden light fell from the sky amidst the airflow, and a handsome Daoist with fluttering sleeves descended from the clouds.

Jin Tanggong saw clearly that, in his mind, the opponent should have been distracted by Miss Shan and Zhao Xiong, not expecting someone to be lying in ambush. So, without much thought, he leaped out, swinging his axe towards Zhang Yan’s waist.

The iron axe in his hand was a Divine Weapon, flickering with talismans and dazzling light as it swung, imbued with mana. As long as it struck the opponent, even if it didn’t take his life, it would still significantly reduce his combat strength.

Zhang Yan was already prepared. When he saw Jin Tanggong charging, he gave him a flat look and raised his hand, pointing towards him!

In an instant, a thunderous roar erupted, and a streak of purple lightning shot out from his fingertip, reaching its target in the blink of an eye.

Jin Tanggong was shocked. Demon Cultivators feared the power of thunder the most. Seeing the lightning strike with such speed, he had no time to dodge and had to steel himself to endure it. He let out a wild scream, flipped his axe, and raised it with both hands, blocking in front of him.

The power of the purple lightning was overwhelmingly forceful. With a loud explosion akin to a mountain collapsing, echoes resounded, not only cleaving Jin Tanggong’s Divine Weapon to smithereens but also turning half his shoulder and head to ashes. His charred remains flew dozens of feet away, rolling down the Mountain Ridge.

Although the body had lost its head, midway down the mountain, it reached out with a hand, grabbing the mountain vines to halt its descent. Then, it shivered, and from the severed wound, a black gas emerged, swaying for a moment. When it dispersed, the head reappeared.

Zhao Xiong stood behind Zhang Yan, watching the battle. Witnessing him reduce Jin Tanggong to such a sorry state with just the power of one finger, Zhao Xiong was filled with dread, his eyes filled with fear.

After hesitating, he cautiously said, "True Master Zhang, this Old Dog Jin, like this little demon, follows the path of Power Cultivators. Now having achieved the Powerful Fourth Transformation, his power is comparable to that of a Qi Dao Nascent Soul Master. As long as there’s even a bit of Essence Blood left within his body, he can regrow lost limbs. Even if just a piece of the body remains, it can regenerate. Ordinary means cannot kill him."

Zhang Yan nodded. This was his first time witnessing a Powerful Fourth Transformation Demon Cultivator, unlike Qi Dao Cultivation, Power Dao focuses on refining the body to eventually achieve an Undamaged Golden Body. As Zhao Xiong had stated, if the opponent’s cultivation had reached this point, without a method to kill in one strike, he could only find a way to trap him and then look for the means to kill.

Jin Tanggong, struck by Zhang Yan’s Purple Cloud Divine Thunder, was still in shock and, realizing he was in no position to fight, had no time to consider the fate of Miss Shan and Zhao Xiong. He hastily shook his body, transforming into a giant canine five or six yards long with a mane of golden fur around its neck, appearing quite majestic. With a thrust of its four paws, it leaped away, a dark light streaking towards the outside of the mountain.

Seeing him flee, Zhang Yan’s mind stirred, and he secretly thought, "In the future, I might encounter more Great Demons like this one. For now, why not test the capabilities of this demon?"

He clasped the spell, and the Star Sword Ball swiftly flew out. A streak of blue light shot several miles in an instant, catching up to this demon dog, striking downwards, landing squarely on its back with a squelch, embedding itself three inches deep. Yet, even when he spurred his mana again, it couldn’t penetrate further.