Chapter 503 - 19: The 5th Crown Prince of the Jade Poison Kingdom

A man and a woman wearing cloaks stood among the crowd of Demons.

Though they were cloaked in Demon Qi, their features were refined and ethereal. A single glance was enough to tell they were no ordinary beings.

The Demons and Demon Cultivators watching the battle in the Marketplace were sent tumbling by the aftershocks of the Magical Combat. They appeared to be swept along by the chaos, but in reality, they always maintained a fist’s distance from the Demons around them.

"That Si Taizhen is certainly handsome. Even back in our Sect, you’d never find a man so gorgeous."

The Female Cultivator was mesmerized for a moment, captivated by the valiant sight of Si Taizhen wielding his Big Spear, dueling the distant Demon Banner in the sky.

In terms of looks, a few in her Sect might have been comparable. But they all practiced Qi Cultivation Techniques; none could match the heroic vigor of a man like Si Taizhen, who cultivated a Body Refining Technique.

The male Cultivator, however, had a sour look on his face.

"If you like him so much, take a good look. In two more months, he’ll be gone."

Standing in the distance, Yang Jing merely held the Demon-slaying Sword, pretending to struggle to keep his balance amidst the waves of power. He noticed the two Cultivators but didn’t pay them much mind.

’After all, the Jade Poison Kingdom is known for its unique Spirit Medicines and Spiritual Materials, all at astonishingly low prices. If it can attract the Demon Sect, it’s not surprising that Cultivators from the Central Continent would come here in disguise.’

’The Six Sects are from the Central Continent.’ Yang Jing recognized them but had no intention of approaching them or exposing their identities. He simply kept the matter to himself.

Si Taizhen fought the Demon Cultivator hiding within the Demon Banner for nearly three hundred bouts. The serpent-python in the sky battled the Demon Banner with such intensity that the world seemed to darken.

However, any discerning eye could see that the Demon Cultivator controlling the banner was losing ground, visibly struggling to keep up. The Demon Banner, which had once blotted out the sky, had been forced back by the spear’s might into a defensive area only a few dozen feet wide, barely enough to conceal his body.

"Die!"

A sharp cry suddenly echoed from the sky.

Lightning surged from within the Demon Banner, coalescing into a terrifying bolt that shot straight down.

The might of this thunder was unparalleled. Some of the sea Demons, having never witnessed the power of Celestial Thunder, were so frightened they reverted to their true forms and scattered in a panic.

The two Cultivators from the Central Continent had been about to leave, but they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw this Demon Thunder.

Their knowledge was extraordinary, and they recognized it at a glance: the Nine Nether Demon Thunder.

"He’s actually mastered the Nine Nether Demon Thunder! Could the Saint Child of the Southern Demon Sect be here?"

The Black Heaven Technique, which involved absorbing the Demonic Qi of the Black Heaven True Demon, was incredibly difficult. Yet, with the Sect’s various methods, a few in every generation always managed to master it. But those who could cultivate this technique to the point of unleashing the Nine Nether Demon Thunder were exceptionally rare.

Most Thunder Techniques within the Demon Sect were cheap imitations, all flash and no substance. The Nine Nether Demon Thunder was one of the few genuine articles, in no way inferior to the various Thunder Techniques of the Taoist Sects.

Demon Cultivators are inherently fearful of Thunder Techniques. Even though the Nine Nether Demon Thunder was a form of Demon Thunder, cultivating it was still fraught with difficulty.

Both True Thunder and Demon Thunder were highly effective against Demons. Yang Jing could tell at a glance that the Demon Cultivator’s mastery over the Nine Nether Demon Thunder was shallow—he had clearly rushed his training and was struggling to even cast it. Still, he couldn’t help but worry for Si Taizhen.

As soon as the thunder took form, it shattered the grip of the serpent-python formed from the spear’s power, cleaving downward like a sharp sword.

Si Taizhen’s eyes flew open. He stabbed his Big Spear into the ground, and in a flash, he was in front of Yang Jing. He snatched the Demon-slaying Sword from his hands and leaped into the air.

Yang Jing froze. ’I thought he was going to use my body to block the Demon Thunder. After all, that’s what high-ranking Demons and Demon Cultivators love to do.’

He only relaxed his guard when Si Taizhen merely took the Demon-slaying Sword.

Si Taizhen gripped the Treasure Sword with both hands. Holding it horizontally, he slashed directly at the descending Nine Nether Demon Thunder.

BOOM!

An explosive crackle echoed as the dazzling lightning threatened to blind everyone.

Squinting, Yang Jing could clearly see that the raging Demon Thunder had been shattered by the Demon-slaying Sword, breaking apart into countless errant arcs of lightning.

The majority of the descending thunderbolt was absorbed into the sword’s blade.

The Demon-slaying Sword, with its ancient design, erupted in an unprecedentedly brilliant light. The crackling Nine Nether Demon Thunder nearly engulfed the blade entirely.

’Even with all my experience, I never would have thought this seemingly cumbersome Treasure Sword possessed such a Divine Technique—the ability to turn an enemy’s Magic to its own use.’

’Of all Si Taizhen’s weapons and Magical Treasures, this sword is surprisingly the most valuable.’

Though he had used the Demon-slaying Sword to block the brunt of the Nine Nether Demon Thunder’s might, Si Taizhen’s body was already numb from the shock, and his True Gang churned within him.

"Die!"

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he gripped the Treasure Sword with both hands and slashed toward the Demon Banner in the sky.

The Demon Cultivator, having unleashed the Nine Nether Demon Thunder, had assumed it would be the decisive blow and let his guard down. On top of that, having strained himself to cast the Thunder Technique, his Demonic Qi was now in turmoil. As he watched Si Taizhen slash down with the sword, he found himself unable to dodge.

With a sound like ripping silk, the Demon Banner was torn asunder by the Treasure Sword.

"Brother, stop!"

A loud shout suddenly echoed in mid-air. A man in Silver Armor, his face bearing a slight resemblance to Si Taizhen, leaped out. He wielded a Three-pronged Steel Fork, using it to block the Demon-slaying Sword.

With a teeth-jarring screech of metal on metal, the Demon-slaying Sword—its edge honed by the Demon Thunder—actually sheared off one of the prongs of the Three-pronged Steel Fork.

The man’s arms went numb from the force of the blow, and he stumbled back several steps before managing to halt his retreat.

He was secretly aghast. ’Taizhen’s Martial Arts are getting stronger and stronger. With that Demon-slaying Sword, he’s like a tiger that has grown wings.’