madnovel Chapter 83 Do you think a mere demon deserves my respect?
Chapter 83 Do you think a mere demon deserves my respect?
Chapter 83 Do you think a mere demon deserves my respect?
Among the boatmen, the captain trembled and stiffened, then slowly walked forward and hissed, "Young Master Qingjiao is a direct descendant of the Overturning Sea King. Now, all the demon clans in the surrounding areas have received the news and want to invite Young Master Qingjiao back."
"We do not wish to be enemies with the Great Yu court. We hope that you will give us face and allow Young Master Qingjiao to leave."
The atmosphere grew heavy after he finished speaking.
On the ship, everyone looked at Xing Daorong.
Xing Daorong slowly raised his spear, pointing it at the boat captain, and shouted, "You mere demon, do you dare to give me face?"
The spear swept horizontally, tearing through the air with a blood-red aura that slammed into the boat captain!
"boom--!"
The boat captain's body exploded under the crimson aura, splattering foul blood and bits of flesh everywhere, revealing a massive demonic body covered in black, coin-like scales. It crashed heavily onto the river surface dozens of feet away, sending up a towering column of water.
The fierce and malevolent aura of that innate great demon instantly spread out, stirring up the wind and clouds.
"Awooo—!"
On the river, with the roar of the fish demon leader, countless fish demon heads burst out of the water, their cold, vertical pupils fixed on the official boat, emitting piercing shrieks.
The river water churned violently as if boiling, and turbid waves several meters high suddenly rose up, slamming against the hull with tremendous force!
The large ship rocked violently, groaning under the strain, its planks creaking as if it were about to disintegrate at any moment.
"Oh no! We've offended the River God!"
"The boat is capsizing! Help!"
The boatmen were pale and collapsed to the ground, wailing in despair.
Although the members of the Guzhu Gang were brave and fierce, they were inevitably flustered in the face of this raging demonic power. They clung tightly to the ropes of the boat and tried their best to keep their balance.
Master He, his beard and hair bristling, roared as he directed his gang to regain their footing.
"Form ranks! Protect the prison wagon!"
Zeng Bo, the squad leader, shouted hoarsely as he led the Fengming County Martial Guards to tighten their formation. With swords and spears like a forest, they stood firmly outside the black prison cart, their faces pale but refusing to yield an inch.
Zhang Jiumei rolled to Zhang Yuan's side like a raccoon, slightly bending her waist, and steadily pressed the hilt of Zhang Yuan's knife down precisely within his reach.
She herself gripped the hilt of the short sword at her waist with her left hand, her cold eyes scanning the churning river and the shadowy figures that appeared and disappeared on the surrounding cliffs.
Zhang Yuan's gaze was like lightning, passing over the chaotic deck and locking firmly onto Xing Daorong.
This unassuming captain must have his reasons for choosing this waterway!
Facing the towering demonic waves, Xing Daorong let out a low, muffled snort.
With a single step, his figure appeared as if by teleportation ten feet above the river, hovering on the waves!
He held the long, black spear upside down in one hand, and with the other hand, his fingers spread wide, he pressed down on the surging river below.
At that moment, Zhang Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted!
On Xing Daorong's exposed right arm, beneath the skin, intricate, eerie demonic patterns radiating a dark blue light spread and climbed rapidly as if they were alive!
The demonic markings spread from his arm to his neck at a visible speed, even covering half of his resolute and cold face, shimmering with an inhuman luster!
"Magic!"
Zhang Yuan was shocked and almost blurted it out.
He never expected that the Zhenwu Guard Captain, who represented the majesty of the Great Yu Dynasty and was in charge of suppressing demons and evil spirits, would actually bear such a strange and powerful demonic mark!
As Xing Daorong floated in the air, his aura suddenly became violent and ferocious. Behind him, the void twisted, and a blurry but enormous phantom of a unicorn roared and emerged, radiating a primordial pressure.
Ignoring the roaring demonic waves and countless ferocious fish demons below, he raised his right leg, which was covered with demonic markings, and stomped it down into the boiling river!
"BOOM—!!!"
It was as if the sky had fallen and the earth had split open!
Centered on Xing Daorong's landing point, a terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye, exploded outwards in a ring!
The river surface within a radius of ten thousand feet collapsed downwards as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, forming a huge crater!
Immediately afterwards, an unimaginable force surged upwards, creating a column of turbid water hundreds of feet high!
With this earth-shattering stomp, all the fish demons that had leaped out of the water and were causing chaos, regardless of size or strength, were instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist before they could even let out a scream!
Scales, bones, and flesh were reduced to dust!
Even the innate realm fish demon leader, who had just revealed his true form and whose demonic aura soared to the sky, had his massive body crushed as if by an invisible giant hand, shattering into pieces amidst the churning waves, his demonic aura dissipating!
One strike!
Just one strike!
The churning river surface instantly fell silent, smoothing out like a mirror, leaving only the murky blood slowly seeping through.
The restless demonic figures on the distant cliffs, as if their throats had been grabbed, silently retreated and dared not show their faces again.
Dead!
Absolute silence enveloped the entire official ship.
Whether it was the panicked boatmen, the guards on high alert, the valiant members of the Guzhu Gang, or the elites of Fengming County such as Chen Zijing and Fang Jingsong, they were all frozen in place, staring dumbfounded at the figure standing on the river with demonic markings covering his face, and the terrifying beast phantom slowly dissipating behind him.
Fear, awe, horror—a mix of emotions swirled in their eyes.
Xing Daorong swayed and floated back to the center of the deck like a falling leaf.
The violent and ferocious aura around him receded rapidly like a tide, and the demonic markings covering half of his face slowly disappeared beneath his skin, like ink seeping into rice paper, leaving only faint blue traces that had not yet completely faded.
The black spear in his hand remained cold, and the water droplets dripping from its tip hit the deck, making a soft "tap, tap" sound that was particularly clear in the deathly silence.
He slowly turned his head, accurately catching the lingering astonishment on Zhang Yuan's face.
"You saw through my demonic arts?" Xing Daorong's voice returned to its usual deep and steady tone, without the slightest hint of emotion, as if he were simply asking a casual question.
Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and met Xing Daorong's gaze with a frank nod: "Yes, sir. That demonic power—is incomparably domineering."
Xing Daorong's gaze lingered on Zhang Yuan's face for a moment, as if trying to read more from his eyes.
He then averted his gaze, gripped his spear, and turned to walk towards the cabin, leaving behind only a single, seemingly indifferent yet weighty statement that drifted away in the blood-scented river wind: "The Great Dao leads to the same destination; different paths lead to the same end. As long as one can embark on the path of transcendence, master power, and use it for my own purposes to protect the land of humanity, demonic arts..."
Martial arts and Confucianism—there is no difference between them. Our Great Yu embraces all rivers, and does not prohibit the extermination of demonic arts.
Watching Xing Daorong's steady, mountain-like figure disappear through the cabin door, Zhang Yuan's heart was completely stirred.
The shock of the earth-shattering, demonic power that annihilated a horde of demons in a single strike had not yet subsided when Xing Daorong's words about "the convergence of all paths" exploded in his mind like a thunderclap!