Chapter 310: Chapter 27 I’m Not Holding Back Anymore
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“We’ve found him!”
“The target moves swiftly! Keep on his tail!”
“Third team, flank from the side; second team, aerial assault!”
Innumerable shouts rang out from all directions, each carrying a sort of bewitching and hallucinatory intent that involuntarily induced feelings of despair.
Long Long, with Long Hu at his side, darted through the forest, pursued relentlessly by-Cultivators of the Feathered Clan.
These Feathered Clan Cultivators appeared to specialize in hunting and were a special task force, each of them at the Transformation Rank of True Monarchs.
Not only were their combat abilities formidable, but they also possessed the capability to lock onto their enemies with their perception. During the pursuit, they even used some sort of auditory illusion technique, which initially made Long Long reluctant to engage them in battle, opting instead to flee at full speed.
However, after several days of continuous fleeing, the poor Long Hu suffered greatly under the torment of the illusion technique and curled into a small furball in his arms.
Long Long’s patience had also been worn down to its last thread, and a sense of killing intent began to rise from the depths of his heart.
Hmm, upon further consideration, the Eastern Emperor Realm and Mortal Realm are essentially unconnected, so even if Long Long were to use techniques from Qiu Changtian, Ling Yunpo, Luo Yan, and Wei Dongliu, it seemed there was no risk of revealing his identity.
And even if, by some chance, Demons could travel between the two realms through some means (as Long Long highly suspected of the Cultivators from the Eastern Emperor Path), wouldn’t killing all the Demons who had witnessed my techniques also prevent any word from being leaked?
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There was no choice left but to kill!
As the killing intent took hold, it spread from his spine to his limbs and bones along with the cold blood of the Dragon Clan.
Suddenly, the canopy above rustled, and a Transformation Rank Feathered Clan Cultivator descended from the sky, swinging his talons through the air, unleashing three claw-shaped gusts of energy that howled towards Long Long’s crown!
Long Long abruptly raised his head, his golden vertical pupils blazing like the sun piercing through the clouds, locking eyes instantly with the Feathered Clan Cultivator.
Pressure!
The fearsome pressure assaulted the soul of the Feathered Clan Cultivator, startling him for a moment before he fiercely regained his composure.
The gap in ranks was too wide; as soon as Dragon’s Might thundered into the Sea of Consciousness, it was dissipated by the robust True Yuan of the Transformation Rank Cultivator.
However, seizing that momentary lapse, Long Long had already condensed a white light in his palm and pressed it directly against the Cultivator’s forehead!
The white Thunder Light touched the head of the Feathered Clan Cultivator, and in an instant, the Cultivator’s expression stiffened, and his body fell backward to the ground.
Shenxiao Thunder, possessing the powerful capability to extinguish vitality, held a special lethality against Demons!
Three more Feathered Clan Cultivators took the opportunity to attack from behind; had Long Long tried to retreat or dodge the attack from above just now, he would have immediately found himself in a double-bind, surrounded and attacked from both front and back.
Upon hearing the wind behind him, Long Long realized something was amiss. Cradling the little fox in his left arm, he clenched his right hand into a fist and squeezed, unleashing Five-colored Divine Light through his fingers like a flowing ribbon, striking back at his attackers.
The brilliant radiance washed over them like a tide, instantly engulfing the three Feathered Clan Cultivators.
In the distance, a team of Feathered Clan Cultivators attempting a flanking maneuver suddenly cried out:
“The entire second team has fallen!”
“Stay calm!” the leading Cultivator said coolly, “To wipe out the second team in a blink of an eye is not something an ordinary Transformation Rank Cultivator could achieve!”
“The opponent must be a Great Demon. Ru Qi, immediately send a message to the Lord of the City and request the Demon King’s intervention!”
“Yes!” The Cultivator known as Ru Qi immediately leaped backward with agility, transforming into a blue hummingbird in midair and flying rapidly towards the south of the forest.
With a gesture, Long Long eradicated four True Monarchs of the Feathered Clan and let out a silent sigh of relief.
Nowadays, he was a classic case of “offense being stronger than defense.”
Whether it was Shenxiao Thunder, which was specifically effective against the Demon Race, or the Postnatal Five Elements Great Extermination Divine Light, an Immortal Law-level skill, both were Daoist Magical powers capable of killing Transformation Rank Demons with ease.
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Of course, he had yet to achieve Core Formation, and any means of protecting himself were virtually absent; he could not possibly withstand the attack from the opponent.
If he were struck even once by a true member of the Feathered Clan, or grabbed by them, his limbs would shatter instantly, and his soul would scatter.
Fortunately, cultivators of the Demon Race have a bad habit—they prefer to use their physical bodies and bloodline supernatural powers to attack rather than Flying Swords and Magical Treasures.
As a result, Long Long could rely on the visual acuity and reaction speed he had honed over many years of sparring with Senior Sister An, to dodge and weave around the opponent’s movements skillfully.
If he had been facing a human Sword Immortal of the same rank, who attacked with a Golden Core cultivation-driven Flying Sword, he would have been killed instantly.
Long Long continued to rush forward, embracing the little fox in his arms while Long Hu peeked out half of her head from his embrace, looking around in astonishment.
Just a moment ago, she had been cowering in Long Long’s arms, then she suddenly felt an immense surge of True Yuan erupt from within him.
And then… there was no “then.”
By the time Long Hu poked her head out, not only had the pursuing Feathered Clan cultivator disappeared without a trace, but even the shouting and yelling that had been coming from all around had mysteriously vanished.
She was stunned for a long while before suddenly exclaiming,
“Long Long, you’re so amazing!”
“You’ve just realized how great your brother is?” Long Long replied with a smile.
“Great brother~ You’re so amazing~” Long Hu, also brimming with joy, said sweetly, nuzzling his chin with her little head.
Long Long felt overjoyed, but he quickly suppressed the romantic thoughts arising in his mind with the rationality of a gentleman.
After moving forward for another quarter of an hour, he suddenly felt that something was amiss.
“Hm, where are the pursuers?”
“They must have all been scared away by you!” said Long Hu, innocently.
“Something’s not right!” said Long Long after quickly considering the situation, then he suddenly added, “Long Hu, hold on tight to me!”
“Ah?” Before Long Hu could react, she saw Long Long suddenly rush out of the forest with her in his arms, leap off a cliff, and fall into the turbulent stream at the bottom.
The two were swept up by the raging river, rolling and tumbling toward the east, much faster than trudging through the forest.
It’s just a bit harsh on the scales.
About half an hour later, a Feathered Clan cultivator soared through the sky on his Flying Sword.
His presence was formidable, comparable to a Nascent Soul cultivator of the Human Race, and he was indeed a high-ranking elder of the Bluebird clan.
He suddenly restrained his Sword Light in the sky and swept his Divine Sense over the forest below once more.
Still, he could not find the other party’s tracks.
Did they evade my divine sense detection using a secret treasure? Or did they enter some secret realm? Or were they taken away by someone along the way?
Hmph, not for nothing is he the Qilin’s Eighth Prince; indeed, he is surrounded by capable individuals.
If the information is correct, then that elder must be Long Qianyue of the Azure Dragon Clan, a most troublesome and meddlesome fellow.
If I can obtain evidence of him guarding the Qilin’s Eighth Prince, I can use it to force the Azure Dragons to back down and compromise… but the chances are slim, I suppose.
Thinking this, the Bluebird elder gently pinched a tuft of down from the top of his head and tossed it casually into the distance.
Each and every feather instantly transformed into a bluebird.
The flock circled the Bluebird elder for a moment, then like a sudden downpour, they descended into the forest below, spreading out in all directions, beginning a comprehensive search for the two.