In the blink of an eye, Demonic Qi suddenly burst from the Yellow-Robed Young Master all around him.

Chen Changsheng gripped his sword and slashed.

In just that moment, it seemed the Yellow-Robed Young Master ignored the seal of the mansion and came out outside.

“Where are you fleeing!”

Chen Changsheng stepped out with one foot and chased after him closely.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master suddenly stopped in mid-air, turned back, and opened his mouth to spit out demonic fire.

“Whoosh!!”

The demonic fire looked like it came from the underworld. It felt both scorching hot and freezing cold. If touched a little, it felt like living death.

Chen Changsheng cut out with the sword, and the Sword Qi blocked the demonic fire in front of him. After that one sword strike, it all calmed down.

He raised the sword and wrote in the air with it.

“Slash!”

As the Divine Decree came out, it seemed Heavenly Might shook and mixed into the sword.

The Sword Qi soared like a flying bird and aimed straight for his face.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master tumbled away, and the Sword Qi just missed him, slashing toward the valley behind.

“Boom!!!”

A huge sound rang out in the valley.

On the steep cliff wall, a deep sword cut showed. Rocks fell down and crashed into the stream in the valley, throwing up many waves.

“The Decree Art!?”

The Yellow-Robed Young Master was a bit afraid.

Chen Changsheng frowned and said, ‘He even dodged the Divine Decree of Heaven and Earth.’

This monster was not simple.

Maybe it was not his own doing, but something else was helping him. From the start, Chen Changsheng did not foresee this monster, and even now, he did not see the monster’s true shape.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master snorted coldly, and Demonic Qi suddenly spread out all around him.

Under Chen Changsheng’s watch, three tails showed behind the Yellow-Robed Young Master.

He raised an eyebrow and thought to himself, ‘Could it be the Fox Clan?’

But those tails looked very different from the Fox Clan.

“Golden Eyes!”

The Yellow-Robed Young Master put a hand to his eyes, and at his brow, a pair of pupils suddenly showed.

Chen Changsheng did not pull back his gaze in time. In a blink, he saw that all around him was not the valley from before.

Around him were many ghostly heads in a circle. The ground had bones all over, piled high as mountains. Everywhere was dark, without light.

“An illusion?”

Chen Changsheng frowned, but suddenly looked to his side.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master sat on the bone hill. He showed sharp teeth, with three demon tails waving behind him. He looked at Chen Changsheng with interest.

“My illusion art is special. I wonder if Master can make it out.”

Chen Changsheng scoffed and said, “Just my luck, I have wise eyes from birth. They can see through lies.”

He lifted two fingers and rubbed them over his eyes.

“Open Dharma Eye!”

Golden Light seemed to flash in the master’s eyes.

Just in that moment, the illusion around broke apart. All the bones everywhere vanished. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the valley.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master shook his head and said, “Mr. Chen truly has deep skill.”

But Chen Changsheng did not want to chat. He raised the sword and spun it into a sword flower.

Sword Qi swept at the Yellow-Robed Young Master.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master used all three tails and blocked the Sword Qi.

Not far away.

Zhong Zhengyuan hid behind a rock watching, and frowned right away.

“What monster is this…”

Zhong Zhengyuan felt shocked inside, and quickly used his fingers to count.

Three tails with golden eyes? And demonic fire?

Not like the Fox Clan. What could it be…

The Yellow-Robed Young Master got serious. He thought about how to fight Chen Changsheng.

Even demonic fire and golden eyes did not work on him.

He thought he could use up some of his Magical Power, but now it did not help much.

He had really underestimated this Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng lifted his sword and said, “Immortal Sword, cut down the demon! Go!”

Right after he spoke, the Immortal Sword became a green light and shot at the Yellow-Robed Young Master.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master took a step back and dodged to the side.

“Thump.”

His tail swung out and knocked the Immortal Sword away.

Chen Changsheng jumped up and caught the Rain-Listening Sword.

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“The Sword Flight art of Sword Mountain is really clever, but it still could not best me.”

The Yellow-Robed Young Master said this, then suddenly put his hand up, and a small pagoda showed in his palm.

That Black Pagoda gave off thick Demonic Qi and Evil Qi.

Chen Changsheng saw this and frowned. The thing looked too evil.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master held the small pagoda and charged forward. He sent the Black Pagoda flying at Chen Changsheng.

“Thud!!”

Chen Changsheng raised the sword to block.

He did not expect the Black Pagoda to be so strong. Even he had trouble resisting. With one hit, he stepped back many times.

Chen Changsheng steadied himself and looked at the Black Pagoda, frowning.

He felt clearly that when the Black Pagoda got close, it sucked out the Magical Power from the Rain-Listening Sword. This made him mess up his spell, and the Sword Intent shook.

This Black Pagoda was not just evil; it was wrong!

The Black Pagoda landed in the Yellow-Robed Young Master’s hand. He laughed and said, “Master, why are you so helpless?”

Chen Changsheng gazed at him calmly and said, “I wish you could still laugh later.”

The Yellow-Robed Young Master frowned a little. He felt a bad feeling.

He gripped the Rain-Listening Sword and stepped forward.

“With my arts, I bind and command the gods!”

“I summon, Third Prince Nezha!”

Chen Changsheng’s gaze fixed on the Yellow-Robed Young Master. As he lightly tapped his fingertip, the Daoist arts manifested.

As soon as his words ended, a golden light appeared.

Nezha held a spear, stood on fire-wheeled shoes, and as he opened his eyes, he saw the monster standing ahead.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, ‘What kind of divine ability is this?’

“Monster, die now!”

The Third Prince held his spear and advanced. In an instant, he was right before the monster.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master snapped back to reality and conjured the Black Pagoda.

“Universe Ring, Heaven-Shaking Silk!”

Nezha said softly, and at once, two magical artifacts flew out, tangling with the Black Pagoda.

He himself then held the Fire-Tipped Spear and fought fiercely with the monster.

‘Dharma Form?’

The more the Yellow-Robed Young Master battled, the more scared he became; the person before him seemed unreal but very solid. He had never seen such a weird arcane spell.

The spear swept across, leaving a small blood mark on his cheek.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master lashed out with his tail, forcing Nezha to step back several paces.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master frowned, reached out his hand, and touched his cheek.

Looking at the tiny drop of blood, he felt a bit angry inside.

“Damn it!”

He yelled harshly, and the eye on his forehead popped out again.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, the demonic power all around him burst out, covering the whole valley.

A shadow of a great demon appeared behind him.

Chen Changsheng looked closely.

“Three tails, one eye…”

It looked like a leopard cat but was not one.

While Chen Changsheng was thinking, the Yellow-Robed Young Master quickly conjured the Black Pagoda.

“Die!”

With all his demonic power unleashed, Nezha in front looked serious but under the wave of demonic power, he suddenly vanished and disappeared, along with the two magical artifacts.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master looked at Chen Changsheng and said, “I want to see what tricks you have left!”

Chen Changsheng glanced at him and raised his hand again.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master raised his eyebrows a little; next, he saw Chen Changsheng murmuring.

“I summon, True Lord Erlang to slay evil demons!”

As soon as those words were spoken, another golden light appeared.

“Yang Jian, at your orders!”

The Yellow-Robed Young Master thought that was the end—but no, Chen Changsheng called out again.

“I summon, Thunder God General Lei Zhenzi!”

“I summon, Pure Yang Ancestor Lü Dongbin!”

Chen Changsheng swung the Immortal Sword in his hand and held it by his side.

“Lei Zhenzi at your orders!”

Amid flashes of thunder and lightning, Lei Zhenzi appeared holding a hammer in front of them.

“I appear!”

Ancestor Lü held the Pure Yang Sword and stood before Chen Changsheng.

The Yellow-Robed Young Master watched the three unfamiliar faces formed from golden lights before him and suddenly fell silent.

Isn’t this way too unreasonable?