Chapter 433: The Holy Technique

Li Musheng withdrew his finger and shook his head.

He had never had any intention of provoking the Yellow Spring Tribe, but there had been no helping it when these people kept insisting on bringing the trouble straight to his door.

And as it happened, the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art he had recently been cultivating had already undergone partial refinement and modification at his hands, with a notable increase in its absorption ceiling.

"Hmm. After devouring the martial cultivation of these three Holy Lords, my Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art should become even more formidable."

A thoughtful expression crossed Li Musheng's face. At the same time, the Ghost Prison Holy Lord, having transformed into ghostly face phantoms and fled the room, did not hesitate for a single moment before immediately putting distance between himself and the guesthouse, fleeing at speed.

But just as he was fleeing and trying to check on the Rakshasa Holy Lord's and Blood Spring Holy Lord's situation, his expression suddenly changed dramatically.

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord had originally assumed that with him having delayed Li Musheng and sounded the alarm, the Blood Spring Holy Lord would surely have already rescued the Rakshasa Holy Lord and withdrawn.

But what he had not expected was that the Blood Spring Holy Lord had not only failed to rescue the Rakshasa Holy Lord, but had become caught in the same trap himself.

At this moment, a void abyss hung suspended high above the entire guesthouse, and both the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the Blood Spring Holy Lord appeared to be bound by the demonic force emanating from it.

Even so, neither had yet been dragged into the void abyss itself. At this moment, around each of them had manifested a hazy, eerie figure, several zhang in height.

The two hazy, eerie figures were impossible to make out in detail, but they radiated an aura of ancient, deathly stillness, as though drawn from the nine springs of the underworld itself. And between the two strange figures there seemed to be an intangible connection, as though they shared the same root and origin.

It was precisely because of this that the two hazy, eerie figures, working together, had just barely managed to block the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art from devouring the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the Blood Spring Holy Lord.

At this point, both the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the Blood Spring Holy Lord caught sight of the Ghost Prison Holy Lord, who was about to flee, and called out urgently, "Ghost Prison, deploy the Yellow Spring Holy Technique at once. Only with you joining us can we break free of the demonic abyss above."

At those words, the Ghost Prison Holy Lord glanced once at the hazy, eerie figures surrounding the two of them, then turned and looked quickly back toward the room in the guesthouse where Li Musheng was, clearly hesitant.

The fear from facing that single pointed finger from Li Musheng moments ago was still vivid in his mind.

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord's martial cultivation might rank lowest among the Five Holy Lords, but he cultivated one of the Yellow Spring Holy Scripture's five supreme divine arts, one that granted him a quality that made him nearly impossible to kill outright. Even all four of the other Holy Lords working together, despite their superior martial cultivation, had never been able to do anything about him.

And yet, even with all of that, the unknown young demon lord who had appeared from nowhere in that guesthouse had still given him, for the very first time, a genuine sense of mortal danger.

"What are you still hesitating about? Have you forgotten that only by advancing and retreating together can we three Holy Lords truly unleash the full power of the Yellow Spring Holy Scripture?"

The Rakshasa Holy Lord's expression was full of urgency. He understood clearly that if the Ghost Prison Holy Lord fled, he and the Blood Spring Holy Lord alone would likely be no match for the demon lord in the guesthouse.

At those words, the Ghost Prison Holy Lord hesitated for a long moment, but in the end did not flee and instead chose to lend his strength, "That demon lord is genuinely sinister. The moment we break free of the void abyss, we must retreat immediately."

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord spoke in a heavy voice, then his thoughts stirred, and instantly the true qi of heaven and earth surged, ghostly shadows swirling, and a hazy figure manifested out of thin air.

The moment the Ghost Prison Holy Lord's own hazy, eerie figure appeared, an intangible force linked all three figures together, and the entire world shuddered in response.

The Rakshasa Holy Lord and Blood Spring Holy Lord, who had been bound by the void abyss, immediately felt their bodies lighten, and without the slightest hesitation pulled back and retreated at once.

At the same time, the assembled Yellow Spring experts watching the battle from below near the guesthouse all let out involuntary sighs of relief at the sight.

Having just witnessed two Holy Lords nearly captured by the demon lord's void abyss with their own eyes, everyone had felt both shock and terror.

After all, if even two Holy Lords could not overcome the demon lord who had taken action, then they, the people of the Yellow Spring Tribe, would likely have no way of escaping a fate of being slaughtered at the demon lord's whim.

As for the martial world experts from other factions gathered nearby, their expressions varied, though most reflected fear and wariness toward the demon lord in the guesthouse.

A demon lord of such formidable strength appearing without warning in the Western Desert was an event no faction, the Yellow Spring Tribe included, could possibly afford to ignore.

After all, demon lords typically harbored deeply entrenched demonic natures and acted with complete disregard for consequence, posing an enormous threat to every faction. No one knew what kind of upheaval he might bring to the entire Western Desert.

"Let's go."

At this point, the now-freed Blood Spring Holy Lord called out in a heavy voice, summoning the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the Ghost Prison Holy Lord to retreat immediately.

Hearing this, Ah Xiu and the others in the guesthouse's main hall finally relaxed, letting out long breaths of relief.

Even so, the shock on everyone's faces had not yet faded. Not a single person present had imagined that someone within this guesthouse had actually blocked the Rakshasa Holy Lord's strike, let alone that he had nearly captured both the Blood Spring and Rakshasa Holy Lords.

Such terrifying strength left everyone present completely shaken.

But very quickly, Ah Xiu and the Fifth Elder's group suddenly exchanged a startled glance, and their hearts immediately leapt back into their throats.

For they had been so relieved at having escaped the Rakshasa Holy Lord's killing intent that they had overlooked the identity of the person who had actually intervened.

After all, that was an undeniably terrifying demon lord of the first order.

Facing the danger of such a formidable demon lord was no less daunting than facing the Rakshasa Holy Lord moments ago. Right now, they had a distinct feeling of having barely escaped the wolf's den only to walk straight into the tiger's lair, a sense of helpless despair.

With that thought, Ah Xiu slowly turned her head, instinctively looking toward Cao Gaoshan in the hall.

Cao Gaoshan, for his part, remained perfectly calm throughout. Faced with Ah Xiu's questioning gaze, he simply shook his head and said, "Knowing my young master's character, this probably isn't over yet."

Just as Cao Gaoshan spoke these words, the three Yellow Spring Holy Lords, who had been retreating rapidly outside the guesthouse, suddenly froze in place.

Above their heads, the void suddenly tore open, revealing another void abyss identical to the one above the guesthouse, completely enveloping all three of them within it.

"Who said you could leave?"

Li Musheng's voice drifted lightly into the ears of the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the other two.

Sensing the powerful demonic binding force descending upon them once more, the Blood Spring Holy Lord's body erupted with rising blood flames, the hazy, eerie phantom reappearing around him.

He looked up and called out in a heavy voice, "We three must use the Yellow Spring Holy Technique together to retreat. Whatever happens, we must not fall into this demonic abyss."

At those words, both the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the Ghost Prison Holy Lord naturally dared not be careless, immediately circulating the Yellow Spring Holy Technique, linking their hazy, eerie phantoms together for mutual protection, resisting the demonic force from the void abyss while fleeing toward the Yellow Spring Tribe's territory.

But before the three of them had retreated very far, an enormous demonic hand descended from above and seized all three of them directly in its grip.