The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 223 - 169: 13 Black Robed Men

The scene reverted back to the East Sea Battlefield where new changes were unfolding on the battlefield.

When the black light surrounding Leng Feiyi had dispersed, this black-faced burly man had finally completed what was possibly the longest transformation of his life.

What emerged was a blood-colored shark wagging its tail across the sky with sharp fangs that glistened coldly under the blazing sun. The massive tail fin was lined with serrated edges, and within its red and purple irises flickered a brutal bloodthirsty luster. Monstrously, atop the Blood Shark’s head stood a spiral horn, shockingly similar to a Dragon Horn.

That overwhelming Evil Qi, mixing with the aura of a Quasi-Saint in the middle stage, resulted in a thick, unrelenting aura of slaughter.

Ying Zhao and Feilian’s eyes revealed a trace of solemnity. This was going to be big trouble!

"Roar!" The Blood Shark roared furiously, slapping its tail vigorously against the sea surface.

Giant waves hundreds of feet high surged forward like a grand army. They rushed towards Ying Zhao and his two Demon companions, with a terrifying hurricane following behind the waves. The range of the hurricane was vast; in Ying Zhao’s view, the howling winds spanned hundreds of miles before him.

Ying Zhao and Feilian exchanged glances. Ying Zhao said, "We mustn’t let these giant waves fall upon our Demon Race’s young warriors!"

Feilian nodded, and the two Demons strode atop the waves, charging directly into the boundless gigantic waves, which kept pushing towards the Demon side until they finally collided with the two Demons.

"Huh!" Ying Zhao once again uncorked his gourd, unleashing the Nine Heavens Gang Wind in a crazy tilt, the formidable wind force blowing the giant waves backward in recoil. Unfortunately, just when the waves seemed to lose the power to surge, Leng Feiyi’s true Blood Shark form swung its tail again, and an even more powerful hurricane suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Those horrific waves that blocked out the sky slammed directly towards Ying Zhao and Feilian.

"Hiss!"

Ying Zhao howled furiously, leaping up from the sea surface and transforming into his true form. His equine body with a human face, muscles like coiled dragons on all four limbs, his robust midsection decked with tiger patterns, and immense bird wings of dozens of feet in span. At this moment, dark clouds gathered above Ying Zhao’s head, seemingly sticking to the sea surface, while continuous lightning swirled around, and from the center of the dark cloud, a huge vortex constantly rotated, drifting out.

"What in the world is that, Old Zhao?" Feilian asked in shock as he looked at the ceaseless dark clouds in the sky, puzzled.

"This is the Innate Divine Ability I awakened after breaking through to Quasi-Saint! I never thought that I would possess such a bloodline!" Ying Zhao struggled to control the dark clouds in the sky and roared at Feilian: "You big oaf, get back! Watch me blast this monster to death!"

The giant vortex kept absorbing the lightning from the clouds, generating a colossal tornado right below it, sucking in the hurricane that spanned hundreds of miles caused by Leng Feiyi.

Feilian fled far away, shivering as he watched the towering tornado: "Old Zhao really knows how to hide his skills. That charcoal is done for now!"

"Roar!"

Seeing his assault neutralized, the Blood Shark roared furiously, its crimson eyes filled with hatred as they waited for the tornado in the sky.

"I refuse to believe you won’t die!" Ying Zhao madly channeled all his Mana into the tornado. At the same time, he released a copious amount of the sharp Nine Heavens Gang Wind, mixing it into the tornado.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The terrifying tornado howled wildly with an awe-inspiring power that was thoroughly chilling.

"Go!" Ying Zhao flapped his wings, his front hooves powerfully thrusting towards the sea.

"Ow!"

A loud and clear howl resonated within the station, making people’s scalp tingle. A giant rift opened along the central water surface of the station. The massive body of the Blood Shark vanished without a trace, but the deep blue blood soaking the sea surface told them clearly that the Red Flame Blood Shark, Leng Feiyi, was utterly annihilated!

"Hahaha, boys! Kill!" Feilian laughed heartily, lifting the Mountain River Pearl in his hands and wildly smashing it among the rebelling Water Clan members. The unfortunate Water Clan members didn’t even have the chance to cry out before they collapsed into pools of blood.

"Run, Lord Leng is dead!"

"Brothers, run for it!"

A one-sided slaughter ensued on the battlefield, sending a wave of palpable fear through the shameless traitors. The pungent stench of blood pervaded the airspace of the Eastern Sea Domain, every elite Demon warrior dripping with deep blue blood, their Evil Qi soaring.

The pale-faced Ying Zhao reverted to his human form, staggering over to Feilian’s side, saying: "Big guy, don’t forget His Majesty’s instructions! We must find out the extent of Old Bastard’s dealings! I refuse to believe that this Old Bangzi would only use such a disposable creature to guard the East Sea!"

"I understand! But Old Zhao, are you alright?" Feilian looked at Ying Zhao with concern, even extending his mighty arm to pat Ying Zhao.

"Damn it, even if the tornado didn’t drain me, your patting would kill me!" Ying Zhao rubbed his shoulder in resignation, complaining.

Feilian touched the back of his head and chuckled, saying, "Since you can cry out in pain, it proves you won’t die just yet! I’ll go take a look inside the Dragon Palace!" With that, he headed toward the East Sea Dragon Palace not far away.

"Thump thump thump!"

But before he could get close to the Dragon Palace, a series of heavy and powerful footsteps came from within.

By now, the rebellious Water Clan on the battlefield had been almost completely cleaned up. Hearing these footsteps, a group of the Demon Race looked quizzically in the direction of the East Sea Dragon Palace.

They saw a line of thirteen eerie figures clad in black robes, filing out of the East Sea Dragon Palace. Their bodies were massive, hidden by the robes and towering over ordinary people by three heads, moving rigidly and mechanically in a line. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Although their faces were not visible, the chilling cold light emanating from their eyes filled the present demons with a dreadful sense of foreboding.

At the Heavenly Court’s Lingxiao Palace,

"Which of you Fellow Daoists recognizes these people in black robes?" Di Jun asked, his expression grave as he pointed at the thirteen figures in the Water Mirror.

"These guys really remind me of Luo Hou’s Demon Race!" Li Qingming, stroking his smooth chin, said with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"Oh?" Di Jun was taken aback and then carefully remarked after a long look, "During the Dragon Han Calamity, although we had fought many demons, weren’t those guys already taken into the Chaos Outer Heaven by Demon Ancestor Luo Hou?"

"We’ll have to ask that Old Bangzi, Minister Turtle," Li Qingming shrugged helplessly.

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The thirteen moved mechanically, walking on the undulating sea surface as if on flat ground. They slowly approached Feilian, casting long and ominous shadows on the sea, giving off a gloomy feeling.

"Hmph, playing at being gods and ghosts!" Feilian snorted coldly, transforming into a bolt of lightning and charging towards the thirteen black-robed figures. The Mountain River Pearl in his hand suddenly enlarged and he hurled it forward with a crash.

The thirteen figures halted for a moment then suddenly became incredibly swift, jumping up high with a whoosh, like huge birds extending their withered and dry right hands in mid-air, forcefully pressing down on Feilian, as streams of black turbid Qi gushed from their tall and thin bodies. These thirteen streams of Qi slowly converged in the void, forming a giant black hand that covered the sky.

Feilian looked up and sneered. The Mountain River Pearl he threw out suddenly sharpened and thinned in mid-air, emitting a milky-white luster that soared into the sky, piercing towards the towering giant hand in the void.

However, the giant hand seemed to be doing this on purpose, twisting in the air and aiming towards Ying Zhao, who was incredibly weak at the moment.

Feilian was shocked and thought to himself, "What cunning bastards!"

Yet Feilian, who had always been concerned for Ying Zhao’s safety, would not let these characters succeed so easily. With a sneer, a cyan-yellow radiance suddenly surged about his body as he tore open the void and stepped in. When he reappeared, he was already beside Ying Zhao. Holding the sharpened Mountain River Pearl, he suddenly flicked it, releasing a glimmering slash of cold, blood-red luster. The giant black hand that covered several miles, struck by this blow, finally dissipated.

"Cackle, cackle, cackle, what a bunch of Demon trash! I didn’t expect you to have some skills!" At that moment, the black-robed man on the far left suddenly stepped forward, his body emitting an incredibly old and hoarse voice.

"Old man, are you the forces left by Minister Turtle to guard the East Sea?" Ying Zhao, having swallowed an Elixir and recovered a bit, bravely questioned the black-robed person.

"Him? Hmph, besides our great master, who else could command us?" The black-robed man shook his head, his words laden with disdain.

Ying Zhao’s eyes lit up and he continued, "Oh? So your master isn’t Minister Turtle?"

The black-robed man fell silent for a while, the cold glints beneath his robe seemingly focusing on Ying Zhao as he said, "You think you’re worthy to know who our great master is? You do not qualify!"

"Go to hell, who do you think you are?" Feilian’s eyes burst open upon hearing this, and the surging True Essence from within him spilled out in an instant. The Mountain River Pearl, following Feilian’s will, transformed into a glinting Fangtian Halberd, with its blood-radiant body exuding an imposing Evil Qi.

Feilian, gripping the Fangtian Halberd, seemed to turn into an Innate War God, valiantly thrusting towards the black-robed figure.

"Wu!"

The black-robed man bellowed ferociously, his sound terrifying. He suddenly reached forward and ripped the Void open. A longsword enveloped in black Qi slowly emerged from the crack.

The black-robed man held the sword in one hand and clashed with Feilian’s "clang clang bang bang". His strength was on par with Feilian’s, but compared to Leng Feiyi, he possessed many more deceitful moves.

Feilian’s physical body was strong enough, but after all, he had only recently broken through to the Early Quasi-Saint stage. Coupled with the prolonged fight against numerous of the Water Clan, and most critically, having used the Tearing Space Technique, it resulted in Feilian now being only capable of defending. It was only a matter of time before defeat would befall him.

Ying Zhao was anxious; Di Jun’s orders were to merely probe, but at this rate, they all were sure to perish here. What to do? (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)