Book 5: Chapter 17: Max Level Player Massacre New Player
In front of Yanshan Pass, the armies of the West Demon, the Northern Demon, and the Imperial Army fought each other.
The powerful demon kings from all sides also matched against each other. Wave after wave of terrible energy shocks made the ground tremble, and constantly changing the surrounding terrain in subtle ways.
It would take a long time to be able to tell the winner… normally.
If not for someone who had overwhelming power in this war.
The sudden rain of sword beam fell like a nightmare, and in the blink of an eye, the army of the Northern Demon and the Imperial Army were killed and injured more than half.
In the chaos, a demon shouted loudly:
“It’s the Sword Patriarch! It’s the Sword Patriarch of the human race!”
In the next moment, the morale of North Demons, who had not feared death, and the imperial army instantly dropped to the bottom as if they had seen the end of the world.
They no longer care about the opponent in front of them, throwing away their helmets and armor, desperately using escape techniques to leave the battlefield.
Even the generals in the army were retreating while calling out their soldiers to flee the battlefield.
Because they knew very well in their hearts that facing the Sword Patriarch of the human race, no matter how many soldiers came, it would be nothing more than a death in vain.
Before coming to the battlefield, the White Bear King and Prime Minister Yun Kun had already given the lieutenants a place and a secret signal. Instead of letting them stay here to die, it’s better to let them escape first and then gather force somewhere else.
In the blink of an eye, the troops of the Northern Demon and the Imperial Army disintegrated, while the troops of the Black Snake King, under the command of the officers, took advantage of the victory and pursued them.
The changes in the battle situation also affected the battles of the Demon Kings. They separated for the time being. During the confrontation, they were also looking for Bai Qiuran’s figure.
“Are you looking for me?”
Like a ghost, Bai Qiuran silently fell from the sky to the side of the mountain, shocking the Dragon King and Prime Minister Yun Kun who were fighting with Eagle King and Flower King.
The two of them stepped back subconsciously, stopped in mid-air, and then looked in the direction of the sound coming from behind.
Over there, Bai Qiuran stood on a lone pine growing from the edge of the cliff, carrying a dying man with a blue nose and a swollen face in his hand.
“Old monkey!”
The Dragon King was shocked.
“I’ll give him to you.”
Bai Qiuran smiled and threw the unconscious Ape King towards a cliff of ten thousand meters. The Dragon King was so scared that quickly flew over and reached out to catch the Ape King.
But the next moment, Bai Qiuran suddenly appeared in front of him, raising his palm.
With a loud noise, several layers of translucent shock waves appeared in the air. In the center of the shock wave, a white trail slammed into the ground. There was smoke and dust that stretched for several miles, shrouded in the sky.
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, a huge crater appeared on the ground. The Dragon King and the Ape King lay at the bottom of the crater, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
“The next one is you.”
In the blink of an eye, at almost the speed of teleportation, Bai Qiuran once again appeared behind Prime Minister Yun Kun. The latter had been in a state of defense. Feeling the sense of crisis coming from behind, the demon was the first to take action. His demon energy stretched indefinitely like a cloud, gathered on his fists, and continued to blast towards Bai Qiuran.
Bai Qiuran raised his hand to block it, only to feel that between the palms of Prime Minister Yun Kun’s fists, the demon energy seemed to be surging like a river, but also like a cloud and mist, and there was a vague illusion that he was very familiar with.
The shape of this move is a bit like a combination of Su Xiangxue’s Ecstasy Boneless Palm and Saint Buddhism Sect’s Thunder Fist. From an intentional point of view, it also has the natural feeling of Mystery Academy’s techniques.
“Huh? What are your moves? Where did you learn it?”
Bai Qiuran stretched out his hand to resolve, while curious.
Prime Minister Yun Kun didn’t answer and attacked with his head sullenly. The palm Jin he shot made a lot of bottomless fist marks on the cliff next to him.
“Don’t want to answer, huh?”
Bai Qiuran raised his hand and pushed, and Prime Minister Yun Kun’s originally flawless fist frame suddenly collapsed.
“You are stronger than the Black Snake King.”
Bai Qiuran took a step forward and clenched his fists.
“But it’s still useless, see clearly, Thunder Fist must be used like this!”
There was a thunderstorm in the clear sky, and Bai Qiuran punched Prime Minister Yun Kun’s chest with a punch like a drum. The unparalleled true Qi and turned into a fist, like an Arhat beating a drum, shaking mountains and rivers.
The mountain behind was blasted to pieces, and Prime Minister Yun Kun flew out upside down, hitting four or five peaks in succession, and finally stuck to a cliff somewhere, fell unconscious.
Upon seeing this, Eagle King and Flower King, who had been entangled with Dragon King and Prime Minister Yun Kun for a long time, were secretly startled. Eagle King flapped his wings and came to Bai Qiuran, preparing to flatter the situation, but Bai Qiuran had already stepped forward. His figure disappeared again, and he reappeared near the Flying Tiger King and the White Fox King in the blink of an eye.
He pushed away the White Crocodile King who was entangled with the Flying Tiger King, and then easily overwhelmed the Flying Tiger King with brute force, lifted him upside down, and displayed a deadly pile driver.
With a bang, the ground within a radius of several miles was fragmented, and the Flying Tiger King was at the center of the fragmentation. His whole body was upside down. Bai Qiuran’s upper body had been completely buried in the soil, looking at only that breath left.
“Capture him.”
Pointing to the White Crocodile King’s nose, Bai Qiuran walked towards the White Fox King who had just separated from the Black Snake King with his backhand.
“Sword Patriarch.”
The White Fox King touched his nose and smiled bitterly:
“Can I surrender now?”
“No.”
Bai Qiuran smiled and pinched his fingers one by one.
“You all are Demon Kings, so if everyone were beaten but you didn’t, it’s not fair.”
The White Fox King took a step back, raised his hands, and said:
“Bai Ling has safely returned to the White Fox Country, and I am very grateful to you for rescuing her.”
“It’s useless to pull ties.”
Bai Qiuran came to the front of the White Fox King very indifferently.
“Besides, I almost forget what your daughter looks like.”
He grabbed the White Fox King’s shirt and raised his fist, while the White Fox King had already made a gesture of giving up resistance, holding his hands in front of his face, stopping release the demon energy, and closing his eyes just like that.
“That’s it.”
At this moment, a calm and powerful voice suddenly came from the battlefield.
There was a whistling sound, and a large shadow suddenly covered the top of Bai Qiuran and the others. He looked up and found that a mountain was thrown over and flew above his head.
The mountain shook for a while, and among the smoke and loud noise, the three of Bai Qiuran, the White Fox King, and the Black Snake King were all crushed by this mountain.
But the mountain was smashed to pieces the next moment. Bai Qiuran lifted the Black Snake King and jumped high from the smoke, carrying a cloud of ocher smoke.
“Sword Patriarch, see my move!”
Before the words fell, an ink painting suddenly appeared in the sky. This painting was extremely large, covering the entire sky, and rolled towards Bai Qiuran.
Bai Qiuran was in mid-air, with nowhere to borrow, and unable to fly, so he had to raise his hand and threw the Black Snake King out, while he himself was entangled in the picture scroll and wrapped in the middle.