Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 1116 - 695: Do Not Come Out!_3

Chapter 1116: Chapter 695: Do Not Come Out!_3

"It’s getting more and more interesting."

Wushan slowly stopped walking, folding his arms: "I really want to see, who can hand over this personage."

The old monk responded with a smile, stretching out his hand slightly towards the front: "Please look, my lord."

In the distance of the desolate mountain range, amidst the swirling sand and wind, a tall and thin armored figure stood with his back to everyone, slantingly carrying a Yanyue Great Saber on his shoulder, his armor not covering places where grey fur grew thickly.

It turned its head leisurely, revealing a handsome Wolf Demon head: "I wish to try."

"This one used to be the general under the Great Demon of the Southern Emperor, who later by a stroke of luck obtained our sect’s True Scripture and since then had a complete change of heart, wishing to retire into the monastic life."

"My Buddha is merciful, planning to give it a chance to worship my teachings and serve the Buddha for life."

"Its comprehension is not bad, not only self-cultivating the insight of Fruit Position but also inferring from it the Four Symbols Saber, ascending into the realm of Great Arhat."

The old monk introduced to Wushan unhurriedly.

But he did not notice that when he mentioned the Southern Emperor, this stout and stocky fellow’s entire face became devoid of any joy or sorrow.

Wushan wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he found himself unable to speak.

The saddest grudge is that the enemy... no, even the soldiers under the enemy’s command, are most likely to have forgotten that minor matter.

Perhaps the Heavenly Dao truly has its cycles.

Look, the sole survivor from the annihilation that one failed to notice back then is now delivered before others again, convenient for others to remove the root of the problem.

Since it’s his turn, what can be done?

"Alas."

Wushan sighed as if resigned to fate and seriously rolled up his sleeves.

Since it’s all going to come to the same end, he might as well show that nemesis his progress over the years, lest others think that Mr. Wushan had been living a cowardly life, skulking and scraping by.

He lifted his head, about to speak.

But suddenly, he noticed something amiss.

Just beyond the Emperor’s Aura, where the Azure Sky should have been clear and deep blue, it twisted slightly.

Wushan gritted his teeth forcefully, his whole body tensing up as he shook his head in an almost imperceptible arc, signaling the other party not to act rashly!

With his eyesight, how could he not see that this was the effect of the Taixu Dao Fruit?

Someone was hidden behind this patch of Azure Sky.

But whoever it was, whether Ye Lan or Shen Yi, they couldn’t have any impact on the current situation.

Moreover, the real reason Wushan had truly resigned himself was those three words of declaration.

Since it was a declaration, it had to be shown to others, right?

The likely attendees today were not just the ones in front of him—anyone with a bit of brain would know that the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva must be watching nearby.

In such a place far from the imperial court, let alone a Titled General, even the General of Southern Defense, if arriving alone, would probably not end up faring well.

Roll away!

Wushan was anxious as if on fire inside, but on the surface, he had to maintain calm to avoid revealing anything to others.

Thinking of this, he finally hesitated no longer, and between his palms burst forth a soaring fairy light that rapidly spread across the whole body, dashing through with some semblance of renown.

He was like a mountain himself, every step making the ground tremble, rumbling and dust rising simultaneously.

Before this unstoppable strike, the Wolf Demon’s pupils were like ancient wells without ripples, only its fingers slowly tightening around the saber’s handle.

In an instant, the saber blade cut through the surging fairy light like a raging flood.

Swoosh—a sound as it entered the ground.

A few inches in front of the great saber, Wushan’s body stiffened, maintaining the posture of throwing a punch, even his facial skin twitching slightly.

Injured, he could not use forty percent of his strength, under the gaze of those Wolf eyes, everywhere was full of flaws, and it was not something that could be compensated by sheer hot blood.

Frankly, the strike just now, if the Wolf Demon wished, could have dealt him no small loss.

But the opponent chose to strike the ground.

This was an undisguised contempt.

The gray Wolf calmly looked down at the fat man below, after a long time, lightly uttered two words from its mouth.

"Loose Cultivator."

Even though they are of the same Fourth Grade Realm, the other party is merely an insignificant Loose Cultivator.

As for itself.

It is now already honored as a Great Arhat.