The Entry-plundering Demon Hunter

Chapter 357: Chapter 319: Letting Master Enjoy His Golden Years, What’s Wrong With That?

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The massive booms shook Dragon Tiger Mountain.

The entire mountain seemed to tremble along with them.

After several rounds of combat between Zhong Yan and his First Senior Brother, it was clear Zhong Yan was no match for him.

The First Senior Brother’s eyes were now crimson, and a sinister, cold sneer played on his lips.

"Junior Brother Zhong, your Canglang Demon Suppression Skill has gotten worse!"

The First Senior Brother chuckled, his face full of scorn.

Zhong Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with shock and suspicion.

"First Senior Brother, are you betraying the sect?"

"Hahaha...!"

The First Senior Brother didn’t answer. Instead, he threw his head back and roared with laughter.

After a long moment, the laughter stopped, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes.

"Betray the sect? Your view is too narrow!"

"In this world, the capable should rule. The Master is old. He should have retired long ago to live out his days in peace and let us take charge of Dragon Tiger Mountain!"

"All I’m doing is trying to get the Master to retire early!"

"How is that betrayal? Junior Brother Zhong, the Master has favored you since we were children. If you were truly filial, you would think as I do and let the old man live out his days in peace!"

"As for our little junior brother inside, he shouldn’t even exist! What bullshit future Martial God!"

"He’s just an excuse for all of you to hide from the world!"

"Even without a Martial God, the demonic beasts in the Restricted Area can still be suppressed!"

"I just want to shatter that excuse, to make this so-called Martial God disappear. What’s so wrong with that?"

When the First Senior Brother finished speaking, his eyes grew even more crazed.

Just then, several Little Daoists rushed over in a panic.

"Master, Junior Martial Uncle, it’s—it’s bad! A group of men in black are at the foot of the mountain! They’re fighting their way up!"

"Men in black?"

A dark gloom filled Zhong Yan’s eyes. He nodded and said, "It seems you’ve been waiting for this day for a long time, First Senior Brother."

"You’ve been wanting to overthrow Dragon Tiger Mountain for more than just a day or two!"

"If the Master knew you harbored such a vicious ambition, he should have eliminated you long ago!"

"Since the Master isn’t here, I will cleanse the sect on his behalf!"

After Zhong Yan finished speaking, he let out a long howl toward the sky.

Instantly, his entire being seemed to transform into a great wolf.

In a state of unity between man and wolf, he charged straight at his First Senior Brother.

The few Little Daoists who had just arrived were completely dumbfounded.

Especially when they saw the phantom image behind their First Senior Brother also transform, becoming a Blood Demon.

They immediately understood what was happening.

Each one of them stared in utter astonishment.

The next moment, a tremendous RUMBLE echoed out.

Zhong Yan and the First Senior Brother clashed once more, their battle resuming with explosive force.

Seeing this, the Little Daoists were all stunned.

"What do we do? Our Master is fighting Junior Martial Uncle Zhong!"

"Yeah, who—who should we help?"

As the Little Daoists stood there in shock, a murderous glint appeared in one of their eyes.

A dagger appeared in his hand, and while the others were distracted,

SHINK—

he plunged the blade into the chest of the Little Daoist in front of him.

The victim never would have dreamed he would be ambushed by his own martial brother.

The other Little Daoists were stunned yet again.

But before they could react, two other Little Daoists also produced daggers they had prepared in advance.

SHINK—

SHINK—

With a few quick stabs, they sent their fellow disciples to their deaths.

When they looked back, Zhong Yan and the First Senior Brother were still locked in a stalemate.

Zhong Yan, in particular, was fighting like a madman.

He relentlessly attacked his First Senior Brother, no longer holding anything back.

The First Senior Brother, however, faced him with ease, occasionally launching effective counterattacks that forced Zhong Yan back.

"Junior Brother Zhong, your Canglang Demon Suppression Skill is certainly formidable!"

"But it’s not quite there yet. If you had cultivated it to the Perfection Realm, perhaps I truly would be powerless against you. Unfortunately, you’ve only reached great success. That one step is a world of difference!"

"What can you possibly do to me? Hahaha...!"

The First Senior Brother roared with laughter, his voice dripping with mockery.

Zhong Yan, however, remained silent.

His attacks grew even more ferocious. Right now, he only wanted to repel his First Senior Brother.

He had to guard this place and prevent them from disrupting the critical moment of his youngest junior brother, Lin Yi’s, breakthrough.

This was the Master’s command, given to him before he left.

He had to complete it, no matter what, as long as he still had a single breath left in him.

Seeing that Zhong Yan wouldn’t speak to him, the smile on the First Senior Brother’s face gradually vanished.

Murderous intent filled his eyes as he said coldly, "Junior Brother Zhong, allow me to send you on your way!"

With that, he quickly retreated, his body floating backward.

Then, the Blood Demon behind him turned an even more brilliant shade of red.

From the corpses of the recently killed Little Daoists, pillars of blood erupted.

All of it was absorbed by the Blood Demon.

Once the Little Daoists’ bodies had shriveled into dried husks, the Blood Demon was clearly still not satisfied.

Next, the First Senior Brother’s gaze shifted, landing on his own disciples.

When the disciples saw this, their hearts sank. ’This is bad!’

They turned, about to run, but the First Senior Brother merely extended a hand, and several blood spikes shot toward them.

THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!

Blood sprayed as the bodies of the Little Daoists all shuddered.

Before they could even fall, the blood in their bodies once again transformed into pillars that were absorbed by the Blood Demon.

Zhong Yan watched as the color of the Blood Demon behind his First Senior Brother grew even more crimson.

And he’d even killed several people just to achieve his goal.

This was a complete betrayal of Dragon Tiger Mountain’s sacred rules.

"First Senior Brother, you have fallen to the demonic path! You are beyond saving!"

"Today, I will represent the sect... and kill you!"

Zhong Yan’s eyes blazed with fury as he shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

He lunged at his First Senior Brother.

However, before he could even get close, the Blood Demon behind the First Senior Brother swatted at Zhong Yan with a massive palm.

Zhong Yan tapped his feet, launching himself into the air and leaping to the side.

But before his body could even touch the ground,

SHWISH! SHWISH! SHWISH!

countless tentacles whipped toward Zhong Yan, snaking around him.

Unable to dodge in time, Zhong Yan’s entire body was tightly bound by the tentacles.

"Junior Brother Zhong, stop your pointless struggling!"

"I’ll give you one more chance. Are you willing to join me and ask the Master to retire and live out his days in peace?

If you agree, we can still call each other martial brothers!"

"But if you remain stubborn, then don’t blame your senior brother... for forgetting our old bonds!"

The First Senior Brother’s eyes were crimson, as if he had been completely demonized.

Especially the Blood Demon phantom behind him.

After devouring the blood of several Little Daoists, it had become even more grotesque.

Zhong Yan also realized that in his current situation, he was no longer a match for his First Senior Brother at all.

If his First Senior Brother so wished, with just a single thought, he could make the tentacles crush every bone in his body.

Zhong Yan stared up at his First Senior Brother, wanting to speak but unable to utter a single word.

The intense pain wracking his body made cold sweat pour down his face.

Seeing this, the First Senior Brother seemed to realize something.

He raised his hand slightly, and the pressure from the tentacles immediately loosened a bit.

The First Senior Brother smiled and continued, "Junior Brother Zhong, Dragon Tiger Mountain can’t even protect itself right now!"

"The Master isn’t here. Continued resistance is a dead end!"

"Listen to my advice. I am not betraying the sect. It’s like I said, I just want the Master to retire early and let the old man get some rest!"

"Why must you be so stubborn?"

"So, are you willing...?"

Before the First Senior Brother could finish, the barely conscious Zhong Yan nodded.

"Senior Brother, f-first, let me down. We can talk about this!"

Hearing this, a hint of delight appeared in the First Senior Brother’s eyes.

With that, the tentacles wrapped around Zhong Yan instantly released him.

He smiled and said, "Have you thought it through, Junior Brother?"

Freed from his bonds, Zhong Yan knelt on the ground, catching his breath for a long moment.

Only then did he slowly get back to his feet. "Senior Brother," he said, "were you telling the truth just now?"

"All you want is for the Master to retire?"

"Of course. As I’ve said, I don’t want to betray the sect!"

"I just want the Master to retire early and hand over control of Dragon Tiger Mountain to us martial brothers!"

"As long as the old man agrees, Dragon Tiger Mountain will remain Dragon Tiger Mountain. Nothing will change!"

The First Senior Brother said with a light chuckle.

Zhong Yan nodded. "Then what about the men in black at the foot of the mountain?"

"They’re down there slaughtering our sect brothers. Shouldn’t you make them stop?"

"Those men in black?"

The First Senior Brother shook his head. "They’re not my men. I can’t command them."

"Besides, if those disciples are killed, they’re killed. We can always just recruit new ones!"

"As long as you, Junior Brother..."

Before the First Senior Brother could finish his sentence, Zhong Yan, whose Qi and Blood were gradually recovering, caught him off guard and attacked again.

However... just as Zhong Yan lunged forward,

SQUELCH—

a tentacle pierced straight through his shoulder.

SQUELCH! SQUELCH!

Several more tentacles stabbed into Zhong Yan’s body.

He was instantly immobilized. Not a single drop of blood flowed out.

Instead, it was all absorbed by the tentacles.

There wasn’t a trace of surprise on the First Senior Brother’s face.

"Junior Brother Zhong, trying to pull a stunt like that right in front of me? You’re too naive!"

"We’ve been sect brothers for years, and I’ve watched you grow up since you were a child!"

"How could I not understand your personality?"

"Since you’re so stubborn, I’ll send you on your way first!"

After he spoke, several more tentacles began to sway like earthworms.

But just as they were about to plunge into Zhong Yan’s body, a clear, sonorous cry suddenly echoed from the sky.

SKREEE—

As this cry rang throughout all of Dragon Tiger Mountain, even the Blood Demon behind the First Senior Brother trembled.

Then, the ground began to freeze over rapidly.

As if it had a life of its own, the ice spread around Zhong Yan and crept toward the First Senior Brother.

The First Senior Brother’s eyes filled with horror. He was about to dodge, but it was too late. The ground froze over in the blink of an eye.

It instantly froze the Blood Demon and all its tentacles solid.

The next moment.

CRASH—

The layer of ice shattered, falling to the ground in pieces.

The First Senior Brother’s Blood Demon let out a piercing wail, and then vanished.

PFFT—

The First Senior Brother spat out a mouthful of blood.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The Blood Demon he had painstakingly cultivated had been defeated so easily? He looked up at the sky.

There, he saw a large, vibrantly colored bird soaring through the air.

When Zhong Yan saw the great bird, a look of joy flashed in his eyes. "Xiaoqi?"

Just as the two men were reacting with completely different emotions, a vast and powerful pressure suddenly washed over them.

This pressure made both Zhong Yan and the First Senior Brother tremble to their very cores.

Then, the sound of the Dao resonated from all directions.

As terror filled their hearts, a dark cloud blotted out the sun. Both Zhong Yan and the First Senior Brother looked up.

But that was no dark cloud.

It was a gigantic golden palm, descending from the heavens and slapping down toward the First Senior Brother.

BOOM—

The entire mountain shook as if an earthquake had struck.

As the massive cloud of dust slowly settled, Zhong Yan discovered to his astonishment that the spot where his First Senior Brother had been was now imprinted with the shape of a massive palm.

And his First Senior Brother lay, barely breathing, in the very center of the palm print.

Blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhong Yan rushed toward his First Senior Brother.