FVN Chapter 611 You're not going? We'll come from home!
Chapter 611 You're not going? We'll come from home!
"Does Fellow Daoist Song mean that I should just stay on the island and act like a coward?" Li Jiuyuan said through gritted teeth.
"It's not that we're hiding like cowards; it's that we're waiting for the opportune moment," Song Tianren said calmly. "Demon Abyss Island has a protective array. If Old Demon Tu dares to launch a strong attack, the backlash from the array will be enough to give him a hard time. If he's just making a fuss outside the island, let him fuss. He'll leave when he gets tired of it. It's not worth it for the island lord to take unnecessary risks for a moment of pride."
Li Jiuyuan remained silent for a moment, then sat heavily back on the stone seat, his face full of frustration.
He knew Song Tianren was right, but being blocked at his doorstep and insulted without being able to fight back was more frustrating than being killed.
As the shouts and curses from outside the island grew louder, the sounds penetrated the island's protective magic array and faintly entered the main hall.
Tu Laomo's rough, hoarse voice boomed across the sea like muffled thunder!
"Li Jiuyuan! You coward! I brought so few people and you don't even dare to show your face? You call your Demon Abyss Island for nothing? I think you should just rename it Turtle Island!"
The demonic cultivators behind him burst into unrestrained laughter and curses, which grew increasingly offensive.
"Did Li Jiuyuan die from a woman's belly? Is he too cowardly to show his face?"
"Come out here! Li Jiuyuan, come and fight me! I'm only at the late Nascent Soul stage!"
"Li Jiuyuan! Stop being a coward! Come out and fight me!"
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Li Jiuyuan's face was no longer ashen, but as black as the bottom of a pot.
He gripped the stone seat armrest tightly, his body radiating terrifying demonic flames with rage!
However, he was afraid of falling into a trap, so he could only grit his teeth and turn a deaf ear!
Just then, a dark red beam of light shot into the sky from the east side of Demon Abyss Island, breaking through the island's protective magic array and crashing into the sea outside the island like a blood-red meteor.
The light faded, revealing a slender figure with sinister brows and a terrifying aura of surging dark red demonic energy around him—it was Chen Fan.
He stood with his hands behind his back on the sea, the dark seawater churning beneath his feet, yet not even the soles of his shoes got wet.
Chen Fan tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the group of demonic cultivators opposite him, his tone carrying a casual and dismissive tone: "Who was cursing just now? They had quite a loud voice, but I wonder if their verbal skills are as good as their physical skills."
Old Demon Tu narrowed his eyes and sized up the demonic cultivator who had suddenly appeared before him.
Judging from the outward manifestation of this person's late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, his demonic energy was quite pure, but it was still not enough in the eyes of someone in the early-stage Deity Transformation realm.
He chuckled and casually pointed at two Nascent Soul Grand Perfection cultivators behind him: "Go, kill this arrogant brat for me. Be quick about it, so that coward Li Jiuyuan can see how his men die."
Two Nascent Soul Grand Perfection demonic cultivators responded and rushed out from the left and right to surround Chen Fan.
The one on the left wields a demonic sword that is entirely black, with hundreds of vengeful spirits wrapped around its blade. When it is swung, it wails and howls, terrifying the soul!
The one on the right formed hand seals, and nine dark red demonic fireballs condensed in front of him. Within the fireballs, distorted soul faces could be faintly seen howling silently.
Both were seasoned veterans who had been immersed in the Nascent Soul stage for many years, and their attacks were deadly, demonstrating their perfect teamwork.
Chen Fan stood still and watched the two rush towards him, without even moving an inch.
Only when the demonic blade was three feet above his head and nine fireballs of demonic flame blocked all escape routes did he raise his right hand.
Suddenly, a large, dark red hand appeared in mid-air, its five fingers slightly spread, gripping the demonic cultivator wielding the knife along with his blade as if squeezing a fly.
Before the demonic cultivator could even let out a scream, the five fingers of the Blood Fiend Hand snapped shut, accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of bones shattering and flesh exploding, and he was crushed into a lump of mud.
Blood and bits of flesh squeezed out from between his fingers, dripping onto the dark sea and staining large areas of water red.
The demonic blade was casually rubbed by the Blood Fiend's hand and broken into seven or eight pieces of scrap metal.
At the same time, Chen Fan flipped his left hand, and the Black Soul Banner appeared out of thin air.
With a casual wave of his hand, nine streaks of blood-red light shot out from the banner like nine venomous snakes, entangling the nine demonic fireballs one by one.
The crimson light suddenly contracted, completely absorbing the demonic flames on the fireball. Even the few soul faces sealed within the fireball couldn't escape, screaming as they were dragged back into the banner by the crimson light.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the fire-wielding demon cultivator turned around and tried to escape, but a bloody light that had somehow appeared behind him wrapped around his neck and tightened its grip.
The next second, a head shot into the sky, and what gushed out from the severed neck was not blood, but a thick cloud of black mist!
The head tumbled through the air a few times before falling into the sea, while the headless body collapsed with a thud, twitched twice, and then fell still.
From the moment the attack was launched until the two Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators were killed, it took only three breaths.
The entire room fell silent.
The smirks on the faces of the demonic cultivators behind Tu Laomo had vanished without a trace, replaced by unbelievable fear.
Two Nascent Soul cultivators at the Great Perfection stage were killed just like that?
Unable to put up any decent resistance, unable to even escape with their nascent soul, they were slaughtered like chickens.
Even if Tu Laomo, a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages, were to personally take action, he might not be able to do it so cleanly and efficiently.
On Demon Abyss Island, Li Jiuyuan had stood up from his stone seat, his face filled with barely concealed joy, replacing the frustration on his face.
He had thought that the Ghost Wood Child he had recruited was just a rogue cultivator with some skill, but he never expected that this person would be so ruthless and efficient.
He slaughtered demonic cultivators of the same level as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, making him feel somewhat ashamed of his own inferiority.
Li Jiuyuan laughed heartily three times, then turned to Song Tianren and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, please wait here for a moment. I will be right back!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a dark red streak of light and rushed out of the main hall.
Song Tianren stood in the hall, a complex embarrassment flashing in his indifferent black eyes.
He had just been advising Li Jiuyuan against rashly going into battle, but Gui Muzi appeared and killed two of Tu Laomo's generals on the battlefield. Li Jiuyuan's rush out at this time was neither due to impatience nor falling into a trap, but rather a logical way to close the net.
His earlier advice to wait patiently for the enemy to tire themselves out now seemed a bit too cautious.
On the sea outside the island, Old Demon Tu's face was ashen!
He stared intently at Chen Fan, his demonic eyes, like copper bells, burning with raging fury.
Two capable henchmen at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage were brutally killed in public by a rogue cultivator at the late Nascent Soul stage, causing him to lose face in front of his subordinates.
He took a step forward, and the terrifying demonic power of the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm erupted without reservation, pressing a huge crater several feet deep into the sea.
Before he could even make a move, a dark red streak of light pierced through the air from Demon Abyss Island, and Li Jiuyuan's hoarse and arrogant laughter boomed across the sea.
"Old Demon Slayer! You wanted to fight? Well, here I come!"