Chapter 134: Heir of the Demon Palace

Confronted by these practitioners of the Demonic Dao, Yi Tian immediately summoned the Dark Nether Bow, a low-grade transcendent weapon he had purchased in Desolate Qin City at the cost of more than six hundred dragon crystals.

Boom!

The Sun-Shooting Heavenly Art within Yi Tian’s body began to circulate at full force, and all twenty-seven thousand spiritual acupoints shook violently.

Vast true essence poured into the Dark Nether Bow in his hands. A terrifying aura condensed, and an arrow formed from true essence solidified until it seemed almost tangible, gleaming with a metallic luster.

“Die!”

With a thunderous shout, Yi Tian loosed the arrow. It tore across the sky like lightning and instantly shot toward one of the attacking demonic experts at the Demonic Core level.

The arrow was simply too fast.

Even that demonic expert could only sense the terrifying attack closing in. The transcendent sword in his hand had barely begun to intercept it when—

Clang!

The arrow was horrifyingly powerful. In an instant, it knocked his sword flying and pierced through his body without the slightest resistance. He had not even had time to release his primordial energy shield.

A huge hole was blasted through the body of the expert who had condensed a Demonic Core. His vitality was extinguished, and his corpse fell to the earth.

At the moment Yi Tian fired that heaven-shaking arrow, Yi Feng, Yi Shan, and the others also drew their treasured bows. Arrows capable of annihilating all things shot into the group of pursuers charging toward them.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Under that terrifying barrage, the followers of the direct disciple of the Demonic Palace were killed or gravely wounded in an instant.

Of the eight followers, only the other Demonic Core expert and two practitioners at the Primordial Technique level remained alive. Among them, the Demonic Core expert had managed to neutralize the arrow in time, but even so, the attack had destroyed his left shoulder and inflicted severe injuries.

The other two demonic experts at the Primordial Technique level had survived the first volley by sheer luck, since no one had targeted them. They emerged unscathed.

“What?”

The direct disciple of the Demonic Palace suddenly raised his head, staring at the scene before him in shock.

Eight followers had been reduced by more than half in the blink of an eye. It was almost impossible for him to believe. The combat power erupted by these young men made him feel an intense sense of danger.

Five followers had been killed, one of them a subordinate who had condensed a Demonic Core. To him, this was an enormous loss.

These followers had been recruited only after he had expended tremendous effort and resources. They were to be a major force in his future struggle for power within the Demonic Palace, his left and right arms.

He could no longer remain seated.

A powerful surge of demonic energy erupted from him. He rose into the air in an instant and crossed several hundred, even a thousand yards in a single step.

Fury boiled within his chest, and his killing intent stretched without limit.

He intended to exterminate Yi Tian and the others one by one. Otherwise, he would never be able to calm his rage and murderous intent.

Yet just as the direct disciple of the Demonic Palace charged toward them, Yi Shan, Yi Li, and the others fired their second arrows.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

The remaining two demonic experts at the Primordial Technique level suffered no surprises. Even though they struggled with all their might to defend themselves, they were powerless against an attack born from a seventh-grade heavenly art. Their treasures shattered, their primordial energy shields were pierced, and their physical bodies were destroyed.

After the final Demonic Core expert barely blocked the second arrow, another arrow pierced through his throat in an instant.

Only then did the direct disciple of the Demonic Palace arrive.

The Samsara Battle Team’s archery was so terrifying that it struck fear into the hearts of every living creature. At last, Yi Tian and the others were able to reveal a fraction of the Sun-Shooting Heavenly Art’s might, unleashing an unrivaled sharpness.

“Die!”

Mo Tianhua’s killing intent surged. A sword radiating a thousand yards of edge appeared in his hand, and he suddenly swung it with all his strength. A terrifying black sword-light split through the boundless sky and slashed toward Yi Tian and the others.

Yi Feng and the others instantly felt their entire bodies grow cold. That sword was simply too terrifying. None of them had any confidence that they could withstand it. This was the most powerful Human-Rank expert they had ever encountered; even among Primordial Core experts, he was likely an extraordinarily formidable existence.

Yi Tian, however, had been prepared. He drew his bow to its limit and fired.

The heaven-shaking divine radiance tore through the heavens and earth, colliding in an instant with the unrivaled black sword-light.

Boom!

Terrifying destructive force erupted and swept outward.

The world within a dozen miles was violently shaken. The tremendous impact destroyed countless young trees, grasses, and plants across the ground, reducing them to dust, while countless shattered stones were ground into ash.

That astonishing arrow finally halted Mo Tianhua, the direct disciple of the Demonic Palace.

Yet Yi Tian’s all-out arrow had caused his opponent no real harm. Mo Tianhua had not even suffered a surge of turbulent blood and energy. This surprised Yi Tian greatly.

Previously, without even exerting his full strength, he had killed a demonic expert at the Primordial Core level with a single arrow. The young man before him was absurdly powerful. His sword was already a top-grade low-grade treasure, and its amplification of strength could be said to increase his power dozens, even hundreds, of times.

This would not do.

Yi Tian understood that although his Sun-Shooting Heavenly Art could easily kill Primordial Core experts, the demonic youth before him possessed a top-grade low-grade treasure. His strength far surpassed that of ordinary Primordial Core experts, making him one of the greatest Human-Rank prodigies of the Demonic Dao. Even the Sun-Shooting Heavenly Art could not kill him here.

Thus, Yi Tian put away the Dark Nether Bow.

Yi Feng, Yi Shan, and the others continued attacking Mo Tianhua.

One heaven-shaking arrow after another shot toward him. Mo Tianhua swung the sword in his hand, cleaving apart each arrow formed from true essence. Yet the terrifying force shook him so violently that the sword nearly flew from his grasp. Had his palm not been covered in true essence, his hand might have been shattered outright.

Even so, Mo Tianhua was forced backward again and again by the attacks.

As Mo Tianhua continued defending against the Samsara Battle Team’s relentless volleys, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

Yi Tian had employed the Secret Art of Divine Shift, crossing several thousand yards in an instant to arrive at Mo Tianhua’s side. A trace of astonishment appeared in Mo Tianhua’s eyes. Such a ghostly movement technique or battle art was deeply shocking.

Even within the Demonic Palace, techniques of this kind were exceedingly rare.

“Fist of the Great Sun!”

Yi Tian circulated the Great Sun Heavenly Art with all his strength. The terrifying sixth-grade heavenly art caused his fist to shine like the sun, radiating endless brilliance.

Mo Tianhua was startled.

Yi Tian’s attack had come too abruptly, leaving him no time to prepare. He could only hurriedly swing his sword at Yi Tian.

Bang!

Yi Tian’s fist struck the body of his opponent’s sword.

Terrifying force erupted. The treasured sword in Mo Tianhua’s hand nearly flew from his grasp, and he himself was blasted back several hundred yards by Yi Tian’s punch.

In the next instant, Yi Tian once again appeared beside Mo Tianhua like a ghost and launched attack after attack.

Every one of Yi Tian’s punches was overwhelmingly powerful, comparable to the full-force strike of a Primordial Core expert. After all, the true essence cultivated from his sixth-grade heavenly art was unprecedented.

If Yi Tian had not been wary of the top-grade low-grade sword in his opponent’s hands, he would not have retreated with the Secret Art of Divine Shift after every attack. Instead, he would have engaged Mo Tianhua in close combat.

“Damn it!”

As he faced the elusive Yi Tian, Mo Tianhua also realized that the sword in his hand had become an obstruction.

Yi Tian was attacking at close range, making it extremely awkward to counter with a sword. He could not display his true strength. Thus, Mo Tianhua decisively put away the sword in his hand.

“You are nothing special.”

Although Mo Tianhua was astonished by Yi Tian’s combat power, he felt no fear whatsoever.

Slash!

The next time Yi Tian appeared beside him, Mo Tianhua suddenly split into three figures, which appeared in different directions at once. Yi Tian’s attack struck empty air. Only after several breaths did two of the three figures completely vanish.

“Hm?”

Yi Tian let out a startled sound.

His opponent’s movement technique was truly profound. He had divided himself into three, making it impossible to distinguish the real body from the illusions.

What was more, the mysterious technique granted him a speed that was as ghostly as it was terrifying. Its profundity was likely no inferior to Yi Tian’s Secret Art of Divine Shift, and when it came to confusing an enemy and engaging in battle, it was even more formidable.

Mo Tianhua gave a cold snort and suddenly struck toward Yi Tian with his palm.

Demonic energy churned around the palm like raging waves. It seemed to contain countless skeletons, capable of devouring flesh and swallowing blood essence.

This was the Demonic Palace’s inherited battle art—the Skeleton Palm. It was sinister and vicious, and it could even corrode true essence.