The intense pain in his eyes caused Long Tengzi to involuntarily tear up.

At the same time, a sense of sorrow inexplicably rose in his heart.

He was about to burst into loud sobbing.

"SOB... who are you... SOB SOB..."

Large teardrops kept streaming down, leaving the crowd of Demons both horrified and embarrassed.

If their current state became known, how would they ever show their faces in public again?

But before they could mobilize their demonic energy to capture this mysterious Human Cultivator, an enervating softness spreading from their very bones made the group of Demons collapse to the ground like limp shrimps.

One by one, their faces twisted askew, resembling Wu Lao Er from the neighboring village.

Forget fighting; even blinking was an immense effort.

"Sorrowful Breeze! You are that Human Cultivator who captures Demons for Alchemy!"

Forcing his demonic energy to circulate, Long Tengzi's body billowed with black Qi, and his skin suddenly sprouted a layer of fine, yellowish scales. Two long whiskers sprouted from his chin, his hair grew disheveled, and two sharp fangs extended past his lips. His eyes startlingly turned into a strange, shattered gold color.

In an instant, he transformed into a half-dragon, half-human form.

"Oh, a dragon-kind Demon?"

Seeing Long Tengzi's body mutate and emanate strong demonic energy, Qi Xiu laughed. He leisurely sat back in his chair, watching the half-dragon Demon before him with interest.

No wonder you haven't cried after being affected by my Sorrowful Breeze for so long and can still stand. It seems the saying about Dragon Blood resisting all poisons is true.

Transforming into a half-dragon form, Long Tengzi suddenly opened his mouth, and a mysterious breath sprayed out from his mouth and nose. It was precisely the Sorrowful Breeze that had poisoned the entire inn.

"What skill you have, to possess a poison so strictly prohibited in Great Xuan. You actually still have it. As far as I know, this poison must be ingested to take effect. When did you poison us?"

Having expelled the Sorrowful Breeze from his body, Long Tengzi's shattered gold eyes coldly stared at Qi Xiu. Around his body, a barely visible demonic miasma, serving the same protective function as a True Gang, was already activated.

"Can't figure it out?" With a medicinal talisman swirling at his fingertips, Qi Xiu's mouth curved slightly downward. "It's normal. You're just a bunch of beasts, after all."

Being called beasts, the group of Demons lying on the ground like dead dogs was furious, yet they could only stare angrily at Qi Xiu with watery eyes.

"I know that you have mastered the Five Emperors Demon Sect's Water Escape Technique. Your means of escape are considered unparalleled. You previously abducted eight hundred Demons in Mud Valley. Fifteen Initiate Realm Demons surrounded and pursued you, yet you still managed to escape. But today, you have truly fallen into a trap."

Long Tengzi stomped his foot. The Demon Inn suddenly seemed to come to life, its muscle and flesh writhing. Twisted demonic symbols continually connected, integrating into one. In a momentary haze, the ghostly figure of a White Bone Corpse Demon materialized.

"In the past month at Huang Tan Manor, you captured over two thousand Demonic Evil Cultivators. Facing such a bold and deranged villain as yourself, how could I dare summon these comrades here without making some preparations?"

The White Bone Corpse Demon's ghostly figure solidified. Countless white bones grew from its body in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, the entire Demon Inn was tightly wrapped up, becoming a cage.

"Not a bad Formation. It seems dragon-kind Demons are indeed stronger than ordinary ones."

Qi Xiu flicked his finger against the white bone barrier beside him. The resilience it displayed was even greater than the Body-Protecting True Gang of an Initiate Realm cultivator. It would indeed be impossible to break through in a short time.

"To be able to capture you today, it seems I, Long Tengzi, am about to make a great name for myself in Huang Tan Manor."

Stepping towards Qi Xiu, Long Tengzi was filled with sheer confidence. As a dragon-kind Demon, both his demonic energy Cultivation and physical body were superior to ordinary Human Cultivators and Demonic Evil Cultivators. Moreover, he had mastered several dragon Demon Dharma Gates. He could crush a mere Human Cultivator, who only knew how to poison and flee, with a single hand.

Listening to Long Tengzi's almost certain, utterly composed tone, Qi Xiu chuckled. Rubbing his brow, he looked up and revealed a slight smile. "Have you considered the possibility that I, too, am very good at fighting?"

Before his words even faded, Qi Xiu waved his sleeve, and several invisible Sword Qi shot out, piercing through the air. In an instant, Sword Qi crisscrossed the inn's modest interior, peerless and dominating.

The group of Demons lying on the ground, unable to move, could only watch as the fearsome Sword Qi continually streaked past them. Occasionally, a stray strand would pierce and kill a comrade beside them, splattering their faces with hot, foul-smelling Demon Blood.

"You're actually a Sword Cultivator?"

A flicker of shock emerged in Long Tengzi's shattered gold pupils; he hadn't expected this Human Cultivator, who only seemed capable of poisoning, to also possess such a terrifying killing move.

Long Tengzi quickly chanted a mantra, unleashing his Sorcery: Dragon Breath Swallow. A dense, dark-yellow breath instantly spewed onto the demonic miasma, faintly outlining the shape of Dragon Scales on the previously hazy protective miasma.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!—

Invisible Sword Qi furiously slashed at Long Tengzi's protective demonic miasma. This demonic miasma, however, was enhanced by an infusion of Dragon Energy. Its defensive power not only soared, but it also gained immunity to the invisible Sword Qi's ability to penetrate protective Gang Qi.

Still seated, Qi Xiu quietly watched Long Tengzi being continuously driven back by the invisible Sword Qi, his protective demonic miasma flaring with sparks.

"Weren't you going to capture me? Why do you keep moving farther away?"

"Don't be smug!"

Stamping his foot once again, Long Tengzi produced a Magic Artifact with a flip of his hand. It was a palm-sized, golden-yellow cauldron engraved with countless Demon heads.

"Behold my Magic Artifact!"

Lifting the lid off the little golden cauldron, Long Tengzi channeled his demonic energy, causing the cauldron to shake violently. The next instant, billowing black smoke spewed out, transforming into vicious and ferocious Devil Heads gnashing their teeth.

"Go!"

Pointing at Qi Xiu, who was sitting in his chair, Long Tengzi bit off a large chunk of flesh from his own arm and spat it into the air. In an instant, the Devil Heads swiftly devoured the flesh. Then, their blood-red, cruel eyes turned towards Qi Xiu.

"A Magic Artifact? Fine, then let's compare Magic Artifacts."

Shrugging, Qi Xiu casually wiped his Flood Dragon Pool Ring. Suddenly, a bright red, slender bamboo staff with nine segments appeared in his hand. It was the Magic Artifact, Autumn Tan.

Grasping the Autumn Tan bamboo staff, a large amount of pure Hunyuan Gang Qi instantly surged into the Magic Artifact from within the Mixed Primordial Bead.

BURP.

From the unseen, it was as if something had let out a satisfied belch.

Shaking his head and chuckling lightly, Qi Xiu fiercely swung the bamboo staff towards the roaring and cackling Devil Heads. In a split second, a terrifying Sword Qi the size of a door panel roared out!

He swung again and again! Wave after wave of imposing Sword Light surged like a tide, one higher than the last, crashing towards those Devil Heads.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!—

With a series of explosions, these Devil Heads, each capable of devouring an Initiate Realm cultivator alive in moments, were obliterated by the overwhelming tide of Sword Light, bursting into plumes of black smoke that dissipated into the void.

His Magic Artifact shattered. A plume of black smoke suddenly drilled out from the little golden cauldron, forcibly ripping away a large piece of flesh from Long Tengzi's chest. Suffering backlash from the Magic Artifact, Long Tengzi's mouth overflowed with a wisp of purplish-green Demon Blood.

But he did not plan to stop. Or rather, he could not stop.

The White Bone Corpse Demon's sealing Formation was already active. To deactivate it, he would have to chant continuously for a full quarter of an hour. And would this mysterious Sword Cultivator give him that chance?

I can only fight!

With determination flaring in his heart, Long Tengzi took a heavy step. Surging demonic energy erupted from his heart, transforming into dark-yellow and crimson flames. His aura steadily climbed, causing the ground in all directions to crack and shatter.

Oh? Getting serious now, are we?

ROAR—

A deafening roar suddenly struck the remaining Demons deaf, blood jetting from their ears like arrows.

"Die!"

Transforming into a dark yellow dragon shadow, Long Tengzi relied on his formidable demonic miasma and his high-grade Demon body. He smashed through the relentless surge of blood-red Sword Light and forced his way before Qi Xiu. He wanted to use the physical advantage of his dragon Demon body to engage this Sword Cultivator in close combat!

CLANG!—

The sharp Dragon Claw struck the colorful Body-Protecting True Gang fiercely. The immense sound wave swept through and rumbled. It created an impact wave as tangible as a physical blow, sending all the newly deafened Demons flying.

ZZZZT! ZZZZT! ZZZZT!—

The Dragon Claw furiously dug into Qi Xiu's Body-Protecting True Gang like an electric drill, sparks flying, dazzling the eyes.

"OPEN FOR ME!!!"

With a furious roar, Long Tengzi's eyes blazed. His flesh swelled madly as he squeezed out power beyond his limits from his Dragon Blood, his demonic energy surging to its absolute peak.

BOOM!!!

Channeling all his strength into his arm, Long Tengzi's spine arched like a drawn bow. He then unleashed a devastating punch.

The colorful radiance of the True Gang vibrated and flickered. Just as the True Gang seemed about to shatter under Long Tengzi's punch, Qi Xiu suddenly flicked a finger. A wisp of burning purple fire drifted onto Long Tengzi's fist.

BOOM—

A spark, the size of a soybean, landed on Long Tengzi's fist and instantly erupted into a towering inferno.

How overbearing was the Pure Yang Purple Fire, so supremely yang and unyielding! It clung to Long Tengzi's protective demonic miasma like a maggot to bone, impossible to shake off. Although this demonic miasma had been reinforced by Dragon Energy and could block the attacks of the invisible Sword Qi, it had no special resistance against the Pure Yang Purple Fire.

And this Pure Yang Purple Fire was not only fierce and intense. It also had an extremely terrifying characteristic. This was because it had clashed with the Mo Jiao, the epitome of Yin, in a battle like dragon against tiger. That interaction had allowed this tremendously powerful, terrifying flame to emulate a semblance of Yin and Yang merging. Any power used to resist it would instead become fuel, further tempering the Pure Yang Purple Fire's edge and making it fiercer. Unless one could instantly extinguish the purple fire with overwhelming power, any prolonged struggle or purely defensive stance would only cause the Pure Yang Purple Fire to burn ever stronger, growing increasingly terrifying!

And at this moment, Long Tengzi was experiencing this firsthand!

Under the relentless assault of the Pure Yang Purple Fire, his demonic miasma began to falter. The faint Dragon Scales upon it shattered inch by inch, and the miasma itself was burned full of holes.

CRACK!—

With an explosive sound, the miasma shattered into surging black smoke. The demonic miasma imprint above Long Tengzi's head instantly dimmed. Then, the protective demonic miasma, which had just been violently incinerated by the Pure Yang Purple Fire, reformed around him.

Smiling and sitting comfortably in his chair, watching Long Tengzi trapped in a sea of fire with no escape, Qi Xiu tapped his fingers on the table. "I wonder how many more of those demonic miasma imprints you have left to use."

Realizing that all his techniques had failed to even make Qi Xiu stand, a trace of dejection appeared on Long Tengzi's face.

"Giving up? Good. I happen to have some questions for you."

Noticing the dejection on Long Tengzi's face, Qi Xiu retrieved several Soul Search talismans from his Flood Dragon Pool Ring.

Looking at Long Tengzi's suddenly changing expression, he smiled gently. "Don't worry. It won't hurt a bit."

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