There were seventeen ¹ hidden cultivators who arrived as reinforcements from Immortal Farming Sect; they had a strong presence, all soaring with fighting spirit. Unfortunately… that was the only merit they had. Their absolute strength was too weak—of the seventeen, only two were Third Stage cultivators, the rest was only in Second Stage Realm.

　　On top of that, ‘Immortal Farming Sect’ was famous in the cultivation world for its garbage combat capabilities. Just how much destruction power these seventeen could bring was seriously to be doubted.

　　At this time… the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect came speedily from behind. He wore a pair of blue boots, which was apparently a magical treasure. Only with this magical treasure was he able to stick tightly to Demon Monarch Anzhi’s back, and he was even a bit faster than the big Pekingese!

　　Of course, the Pekingese did not chase with all its strength; the wits of a monster at this level were not lower than that of a human’s. It saw that there was conflict between the uncle from Immortal Farming Sect and Demon Monarch Anzhi, so it stayed behind happily to wait for an opening, letting the uncle spearhead the attack.

　　The uncle from Immortal Farming Sect had not caught up yet when his voice did. “Go, the guy inside the ball of black smoke intercepted Su Clan’s Sixteen! Get him!”

　　Immediately following, the uncle bellowed and jumped high up as he spun his body like the horn of a venomous dragon, drilling towards Demon Monarch Anzhi. His first strike was a big one.

　　Seventeen Immortal Farming Sect’s cultivators immediately followed with their own attacks.

　　Only a Fourth Stage cultivator had the power to control flying swords, so other than three cultivators who used bow magical treasures, the rest of the Immortal Farming Sect cultivators could only jump high in the air like the uncle then attack together!

　　Adding the uncle, there were eighteen Immortal Farming Sect cultivators. Each of them jumped five stories high, and vigorously attacked. As they raised their fists, true qi surged with all sorts of light effects; the scene was much more magnificent than a contemporary martial arts movie.

　　Then, their total damage dealt to Demon Monarch Anzhi equated to… 0 points.

　　Demon Monarch Anzhi sneered in midair. The thick black fog essentially established a three hundred sixty-five ² degrees no-blind-spot circular defense.

　　“Ding ding ding.” Disordered sounds resonated; Immortal Farming Sect’s cultivators’ attacks could only futilely set off sparks on the circular defense.

　　Then, subject to gravity’s effects, the cultivators all fell back down to the ground.

　　Demon Monarch Anzhi never paid any attention to these weaklings. His sight skimmed toward the distance as the big Pekingese that stuck its tongue out swiftly approached him.

　　In another ten breaths, the big Pekingese would be able to bite at him again.

　　‘Five breaths are enough to finish off these weaklings!’ Demon Monarch Anzhi thought.

　　“Huh!” he bellowed and the circular defense exploded, turning into hundreds of short black swords.

　　“Go!” Demon Monarch Anzhi shouted. The hundreds of short black swords were like lively piranhas, dispersing and charging towards the eighteen Immortal Farming Sect cultivators.

　　“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

　　A series of sounds of sharp swords cutting through flesh resounded as blood spilled everywhere and screams of pain were ceaseless.

　　One breath later…

　　Other than the uncle and the two Third Stage Immortal Farming Sect’s cultivators, the rest of the members of the Immortal Farming Sect bit the dust—every one of them had dozens of sword injuries.

　　Right when they met the enemy, half of them were killed off instantly. One could only say… they truly were people from Immortal Farming Sect!

　　“As expected, cultivators Fourth Stage or above aren’t easy to deal with.” The uncle from Immortal Farming Sect clenched his teeth in infuriation.

　　Sword controlling technique, Fourth Stage cultivator. Fourth Stage cultivators were also called ‘Illusory Core cultivators’ in the ancient times as they were one step away from materializing the Golden Core, and becoming a Fifth Stage Golden Core Spiritual Emperor.

　　They had so many people, but they still didn’t last one round against their opponent.

　　Damn it, Immortal Farming Sect’s strongest reinforcements were still on the way, a bit more time was needed for him to arrive!

　　They had to endure—at least until ‘brother Zheng Neng’ arrived.

　　As he was thinking, the uncle opened his eyes wide and looked at the center of the black fog, “Huh?”

　　As the body-shielding black fog turned into swords and attacked like a school of fish, the black fog dispersed, finally revealing Demon Monarch Anzhi’s true appearance. He was a burly man in a red armor, and a black fog covered his facial features, blocking people from being able to see how he looks.

　　This was not the point, however—the point was the man behind Demon Monarch Anzhi… Behind Demon Monarch Anzhi was a huge tail that transformed into a large hand, which grabbed onto a man.

　　According to reason, the one who was grabbed should be lady ‘Su Clan’s Sixteen.’

　　However, the uncle took a good, hard look to see a pretty-faced young man.

　　“Scammer!” The uncle pointed at Song Shuhang and roared, “Bastard, how come it’s you, where’s Su Clan’s Sixteen?!”

　　“What?” Demon Monarch Anzhi was also stunned, and then he turned his head to look at the ‘human organism’ on his tail.

　　“Hehe… ough.” Song Shuhang laughed tragically.

　　He dreamt countless times of the way he’d look flying in the blue sky.

　　In his thoughts, he maybe piloted a plane like an eagle piercing through the vast sky, flying between heaven and earth.

　　Or maybe, he learned how to ride a flying sword and tread on sword light, laughing defiantly above the entire country!

　　What an elegant imagery that was?

　　But, he never thought his first true experience of flying would be being grabbed by someone and forcefully riding up into the clouds. Moreover, Demon Monarch Anzhi’s tail-formed hand that grabbed him shook violently on the way, almost squeezing out his organs.

　　His first blue-sky experience was thirty-two thumbs down! It instantly crushed his ‘real men soar in the blue sky’ dream!

　　Ideals were so ample, but reality was bare-bones harsh.

　　“Not Su Clan’s Sixteen?” Demon Monarch Anzhi asked doubtfully.

　　“Hehe,” Song Shuhang laughed tragically in ridicule to express his complicated feelings at this moment.

　　“Not Sixteen? When I yelled ‘Su Clan’s junior,’ what the hell did you bellow out for?” Demon Monarch Anzhi said angrily.

　　“…Hehe,” Song Shuhang stayed silent for a short while then decided to laugh miserably in ridicule again. Screw your dad! I just answered ‘who is it,’ okay? You assumed I was Su Clan’s Sixteen based on that and grabbed me?

　　“The target’s not right, retreat!” the silly uncle from Immortal Farming Sect was decisive in making the call as he shouted.

　　As for this damned scammer, whether he lived or died was none of his beeswax! He only cared about Su Clan’s Sixteen!

　　Demon Monarch Anzhi paused for two breaths or so…

　　“Tsk tsk tsk, interesting, interesting!” suddenly, Demon Monarch laughed boisterously. No one knew what he was thinking and what he found so funny.

　　“Hehe! Sword!” At this moment, Song Shuhang struggled to pinch the talisman in his pocket, activating it.

　　He had been gripped too tightly by Demon Monarch’s hand, so it was with great difficulty that he was able to pinch the ‘sword talisman’ with his fingers. Taking advantage of when Demon Monarch was flabbergasted, he was finally able to find the chance to use the [sword talisman].

　　The sword talisman was activated, and an illusory figure appeared behind Song Shuhang. The figure stood proudly and stared at Demon Monarch Anzhi.

　　Afterwards, the figure formed a sword with its fingers, and according to Song Shuhang’s will, it slashed towards the root of Demon Monarch Anzhi’s tail.

　　A resplendent sword light was set off, locking onto Demon Monarch Anzhi. In the Demon Monarch’s eyes, the only thing left between heaven and earth was this sword—nothing else could be seen.

　　This was a talisman created by a talisman master. The sword light was an exquisite sword technique!

　　However, the talisman master’s cultivation stage was not high—at least when the talisman was created, the master did not materialize the Golden Core and ascend to a Spiritual Emperor. So, the power of this sword strike from the talisman was only of a Third Stage cultivator.

　　But, Demon Monarch didn’t dare look down on this sword light; even if it only had the power of a Third Stage, the sword light was an exquisite sword technique; if he weren’t careful, he might unexpectedly get hurt!