Chapter 1089 - 735: Invincible in Battle

Chapter 1089: Chapter 735: Invincible in Battle

"Bang!"

The dull sound of a skull shattering.

The White Eagle King was still dizzy with intense pain.

Demon Power chaotic.

A bit of extremely cold silver light pierced precisely through its heart.

Ice Soul Divine Sword, piercing through.

It turned out, when the White Eagle King activated the [Wind Escape Technique], Shen Xuan used the even swifter [Thunder Escape Technique].

Calculating the landing point of the White Eagle King’s [Wind Escape Technique], he arrived in advance.

Waiting with ease, from a vantage point, the Purple Gold True Water Seal and Ice Soul Divine Sword were launched simultaneously, killing him in one move!

Shen Xuan waved his hand, retrieved the White Eagle King’s Storage Pouch, and sent the corpse into the Beast Bag. [Thunder Escape Technique] returning to the battlefield.

Immediately he collected the demon bone shield and wolf tooth club on the ground.

His actions were practiced and swift.

Clearly a seasoned looter.

"Well done! True Master Shen is mighty!"

Shi Xuan was the first to shout, his voice like a bell, breaking the silence of the battlefield.

"We won! We’ve won!"

"True Master Shen is mighty!"

From Yueqi City, the Human Race, stifled for so long, erupted with cheers and shouts once more.

The sound waves reached the sky, countless faces flushed with excitement. All eyes focused on Shen Xuan.

Excitement, admiration, shock, curiosity, awe...

On the battlefield, Shen Xuan sat cross-legged, crushing four Upper Grade Ice Spirit Stones to restore Magical Power.

Actually, the battle with the White Eagle King didn’t consume much Magical Power.

Less than half.

But for safety’s sake.

Shen Xuan maintained himself at peak condition.

Inside Yueqi City, the crowd was buzzing with discussion.

"What’s True Master Shen doing?"

"Restoring Spiritual Power."

"Ah, why isn’t he returning to the camp?"

Soon, they had their answer.

"My side’s Shen Ruoxing wishes to battle again! Demon Race, dare you to accept the challenge?"

The Daoist voice of True Monarch Su Xue resounded throughout the battlefield, reaching the Demon Race army.

True Master Gu Guang stared blankly at the silhouette in the green robe, his emotions surging.

Ice Technique Golden Core!

Though it’s Golden Core Middle Stage, its Pill Essence Spiritual Power is abundant and vigorous, even surpassing my own!

Sword Light Condensing Silk, not low in Sword Dao mastery!

Also knows [Thunder Escape Technique]!

Also utilizes two exceptional Ice Attribute Spiritual Artifacts simultaneously.

No wonder the master holds him in such high regard!

Even if I were at my peak, I might not be a match for him.

Actually, True Master Gu Guang was overthinking it.

How could he know Shen Xuan only displayed a small fraction of his abilities, wary of the two Demon Emperors?

He could accurately predict the White Eagle King’s [Wind Escape Technique] location.

Because he himself excelled at [Wind Escape Technique].

Put himself in others’ shoes, ambushed first, attacked while unprepared, achieving total success.

Seeing Shen Xuan not return to the camp, but continue to challenge.

True Master Gu Guang admired him even more.

Such stature is truly deserving of the master’s esteem.

Turns out, he’s the true trump card of the Human Race’s arena!

...

In front of the Demon Race army.

"Fellow Daoist Mosquito Emperor, can you see through this person’s roots?"

The vertical eye between the brows of the Three-Eyed Thunder Peng Emperor flickered with light, gazing at the distant figure in the green robe.

The compound eyes of the Bloodthirsty Poison Mosquito Emperor glinted with a dark light, shaking his head slowly: "Separated by great distance, the energy is obscure, hard to fully discern. This person has uncommon strength; though he appears to be an Ice Technique Golden Core Middle Stage, he is far from simple."

"I share the same feeling. But since he has issued the challenge, who should be sent to face him?"

"Let the Flying Tiger King go. He is the direct descendant of the Charm-Winged Tiger Emperor, gaining experience in the army, in need of such tough battles to hone his edge. If not now, when?"

"Very well. As Fellow Daoist Mosquito Emperor advises."

Soon, within the Demon Race’s formation, a ferocious tiger roar erupted skyward, accompanied by a gust of foul wind, sand and rocks flying!

A colorful fierce tiger with wings on its back leapt out thunderously, wielding dual red Demon Sabers, wrapped in fierce demonic winds, bounding directly to ten feet in front of Shen Xuan, standing in mid-air.

It was the Flying Tiger King, Tier Three Upper Grade, with powerful aura, exuding overwhelming Evil Qi.

"Well, a tender-skinned Human Race Golden Core! Just perfect for the Lord’s feast!"

The Flying Tiger King sneered, his entire body’s Demon Qi bursting forth, diffusing outward.

The twin sabers in his hands radiated intense red light, the dazzling demonic glints flickering unstably, stirring a rancid storm directed fiercely at Shen Xuan’s position for a cross slash!

The saber’s speed was like lightning!

Before the saber’s edge arrived, the condensed as substantial vicious Demon Power made Shen Xuan’s blood tremble slightly, his Divine Soul felt waves of palpitation, his Magical Power movement even had a slight lag.

Previously, Wandering Cloud Dream had fallen to this demon hand, caught off guard, having an arm severed, narrowly avoiding death.

Shen Xuan’s gaze turned cold, his body retreated to evade the earth-shattering strike.

"Where are you going!"

The Flying Tiger King wouldn’t relent, his back’s fleshy wings fiercely flapped, stirring a storm, his form shadowing him closely.

His twin sabers swung, creating a continuous sheet of red saber light, like a storm, enveloping the space several feet around Shen Xuan.

Shen Xuan didn’t retreat to his own camp, he hovered around the battlefield’s ruins.

Sometimes he hid behind half-broken ruins, sometimes using fallen giant trees as cover, seemingly leisurely strolling, yet always dodging the soul-claiming saber edge in the nick of time.

The Demon Sabers sliced through huge rocks, reducing them to powder. They hacked through ancient tree trunks, the giant trees crashing down with flying debris.

In an instant, the battlefield spanning hundreds of feet became filled with that crimson reckless saber light’s demonic aura, sand and stones flew, dust filled the air, vision obscured.

On Yueqi City’s walls, countless cultivators held their breath, their hearts pounding like drums, nervously watching the area submerged in saber light.

The saber momentum of the Flying Tiger King was ferociously dominant, even with such a distance, its fierce murderous intent still chilled the soul.

If a Golden Core Cultivator were struck, they wouldn’t die, they’d be severely injured.

Wandering Cloud Dream’s severed arm was a precedent.

"Roar!"

"Howl!"

"Woo!"

Among the Demon Race army, countless tiger-type demon beasts were the first to become excited, letting out earth-shaking roars in support of their king.