Chapter 434: One Move

The demonic energy roared, blazing with light bright enough to rival the sun. The three Holy Lords found themselves trapped as though within an inescapable prison, the terrifying demonic force bearing down upon them like an unstoppable, surging flood.

All three Holy Lords wore expressions of utmost gravity, immediately circulating the Yellow Spring Holy Technique with everything they had.

In the next instant, the three hazy, eerie figures radiated waves of murky, ghostly light, rising up from within the ink-dark, churning demonic hand that engulfed them.

In a matter of moments, three towering figures, each over a dozen zhang tall, fully manifested, radiating a terrifying aura as though seas were boiling and mountains crumbling, as though ghost gods from the underworld's deepest depths had descended into the mortal realm.

The commotion was so earth-shaking that it could be clearly sensed throughout every corner of the Yellow Spring Market, and in an instant, everyone looked up toward the sky.

"Break."

The Blood Spring Holy Lord let out a sharp shout, and together with the Rakshasa Holy Lord and the Ghost Prison Holy Lord beside him, raised their palms together and pressed them forward into the void before them.

At the same time, the three towering, hazy, eerie figures raised their palms in unison, and the void shifted color, as though the surrounding world had become a sea of blood, a river of malevolence, a realm of ghosts. The three immense phantom palms then turned together and pressed down upon the enormous demonic hand below.

The demonic hand that had seized the three Holy Lords shuddered with churning demonic energy, teetering on the verge of collapse under the suppression of the three towering figures, as though it might shatter and dissolve at any moment.

"Interesting."

At this moment, a voice rang out. The three Yellow Spring Holy Lords looked up at the sound, and found a young figure had somehow appeared above the three hazy, eerie shapes.

Li Musheng stood suspended in the air, his eyes studying the three enormous, hazy figures enveloping Rakshasa, Blood Spring, and Ghost Prison below. He sensed the unusual aura each of them radiated for a moment, then raised an eyebrow slightly.

The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, originating from the Demonic Patriarch's own techniques, could rightly be called the supreme demonic art of the entire demonic path. Yet against these three figures of the Yellow Spring Tribe, it was clearly being held in check to some degree.

This was only because Li Musheng had already devoured the cultivation of many powerful experts, deepening his demonic power considerably. Had it been someone like Daoist Qingyu in his place, even mastering the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, she would undoubtedly have been suppressed by these three Yellow Spring Holy Lords.

"That young man is the demon lord. His methods are extremely formidable. Be very careful."

Though the Rakshasa Holy Lord and Blood Spring Holy Lord had been driven to flee in defeat, neither had actually laid eyes on Li Musheng's true appearance until now. But the Ghost Prison Holy Lord recognized him at a glance and immediately called out the warning.

At those words, both the Rakshasa Holy Lord and Blood Spring Holy Lord showed expressions of surprise. Having already crossed blades with Li Musheng, they understood clearly enough how formidable the demon lord in the guesthouse truly was.

But what neither of them had expected was that such a fearsome demon lord would turn out to be this young.

"Who exactly are you? Why are you opposing my Yellow Spring Tribe?"

The Rakshasa Holy Lord's expression shifted with unsettled intensity, his eyes dark with malice as he looked at Li Musheng.

He had just endured the loss of his beloved son and had been on the verge of avenging him, only to be stopped by this demon lord before him. The fury burning within him at this moment could well be imagined.

But faced with the Rakshasa Holy Lord's question, Li Musheng paid him no attention at all, simply studying the three towering, eerie figures with a thoughtful expression, "I heard your Yellow Spring Tribe is supposed to have five Holy Lords. Why are there only three of you here? Where are the other two?"

At those words, the Rakshasa Holy Lord, finding himself completely ignored by Li Musheng, wore an extremely unpleasant expression and was about to speak, but the Blood Spring Holy Lord raised a hand to stop him.

The Blood Spring Holy Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on Li Musheng above, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"I have some interest in this technique you cultivate. But with only the three of you, it's clearly incomplete."

Li Musheng looked down at the three of them from above and spoke evenly, "So what I mean is, go and call the other two over. All five of you, come at me together. While you're at it, let me see the true power of this technique of yours."

At those words, all three of the Holy Lords' expressions shifted sharply.

This young demon lord before them was simply too arrogant. Not only did he show no regard for the three of them whatsoever, he had the audacity to claim he could single-handedly take on all five Yellow Spring Holy Lords at once.

"You demon lord, this is utterly outrageous."

The Rakshasa Holy Lord, unable to contain his rage any longer, the fury and killing intent in his heart now beyond suppression, immediately circulated the Yellow Spring Holy Technique with everything he had, intending to drive his towering, hazy figure forward.

The Blood Spring Holy Lord and Ghost Prison Holy Lord beside him also struck with thunderous force at the same moment. Under the current circumstances, a confrontation between them and Li Musheng was now unavoidable.

After all, there was genuinely nothing to discuss with a demon lord, and in truth, this particular demon lord was so arrogant that he clearly had no intention of reasoning with them at all.

But in the very next instant, whether it was the Rakshasa Holy Lord, the Blood Spring Holy Lord, or the Ghost Prison Holy Lord, all three suddenly went rigid.

Then, expressions of utter disbelief surfaced in all three of their eyes.

At this moment, in the field of vision of the three Yellow Spring Holy Lords, they could only see Li Musheng above them raise a hand slightly toward them from a distance.

But at the same time, all three of them, who had been preparing to combine their power and unleash the Yellow Spring Holy Technique together, suddenly found their acupoints sealed and their meridians bound, their bodies completely unable to move at all, let alone circulate their techniques to strike at Li Musheng.

"Tell me, should I drain away your cultivation entirely right now, or would you like one more chance?"

At this point, Li Musheng's voice sounded once more in the ears of the three Holy Lords.

He stood suspended in the air, looking down at the three of them, now utterly unable to move. The three enormous, eerie figures hovering above, having lost the support of the three Holy Lords' active circulation of their technique, were also collapsing and dissolving at remarkable speed.

The Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art was merely a newly studied technique for Li Musheng. Though he could subdue the three Holy Lords with it, given that he was being somewhat held back by the technique they cultivated, it would have taken at least ten or so exchanges to fully suppress them.

Had he truly wanted to act with full force, he could have subdued them with barely a casual gesture.

"How... did you do this?"

All three of the Holy Lords, the Rakshasa Holy Lord included, wore expressions of profound shock, staring at Li Musheng in disbelief, an irrepressible fear taking root deep within them.

At the same time, the Yellow Spring experts watching the battle from below, along with the martial world figures from various other factions gathered around, all stared up at the sky with dumbstruck expressions.

The terrifying power and overwhelming presence the three Yellow Spring Holy Lords had displayed while deploying the Yellow Spring Holy Technique had shaken the entire Yellow Spring Market and left everyone present awestruck.

This had let the assembled martial world experts, the Yellow Spring Tribe's own people included, witness for the first time the true power a Holy Lord could unleash, and at the same time, the sheer terrifying might of the Yellow Spring Tribe's Holy Lords.

And yet these three Holy Lords, who possessed such formidable martial cultivation, when faced with this unknown demon lord who had appeared from nowhere, had not only been suppressed and beaten back at every turn, but had been unable to withstand even a single direct move from him, their carefully gathered, towering figures shattered and scattered as though they were nothing at all.

This sudden and jarring turn of events was clearly something none of the assembled martial world experts could easily accept.