Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 382 - 218: Ye Guhong: Your Majesty, Is It You? (6300 words)_3

"I’ve got it! Quickly, go to Youfeng Hall and summon Demon Emperor Youfeng!" Lord Sakuya’s eyes lit up as a thought struck him.

"Uh... I’m afraid that won’t work! Demon Emperor Youfeng just broke the seal and expended a great deal of his power. He’s currently recuperating..." a Demon Race powerhouse lamented with a mournful expression.

"Then aren’t we totally screwed?" Sakuya wailed, beating his chest and stamping his feet.

"..." The demons exchanged looks, speechless.

How helpless it is to have a lord like this!

「...」

「Meanwhile.」

「Inside Vermilion Bird City.」

The young prodigies descended like divine soldiers, landing in various parts of the battlefield to engage the Demon Race in brutal combat.

BOOM!

Li Zuoyue soared into the sky, unleashing all twenty-four of his swords at once. A sea of sword qi swept across the field, making the demons tremble with fear and retreat in haste. Having broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, he was no longer just a young prodigy. In this world, he could already be called a powerhouse worthy of the title Sword Venerable. His perfected Heavenly Timing Sword Scripture granted him unparalleled killing power, allowing him to move freely through the demonic hordes. Wherever he passed, countless demons were cleaved apart.

Suddenly, he frowned. His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly dodged to the side. A vine shot past him, piercing through several houses and emitting a faint Demonic Qi. It was an ancient tree, seemingly no different from any other, but it was actually a Demon Race powerhouse in disguise, lying in ambush for passersby. Li Zuoyue had nearly fallen for the trap. A small gash appeared on his face, and a bead of blood rolled down, leaving him with a lingering sense of fear.

He immediately activated his sword art. Countless streams of sword qi rained down, completely submerging the tree and slicing it to pieces until not even dust remained.

Ji Zidian’s purple hair danced in the air. Her youthful, proud, and fiery figure was enveloped in light, runes flashing on her forehead. Every move she made was accompanied by endless Thunder, deterring the Demon Race from getting close. For them, contact meant death.

"Stay where you are!" she shouted, chasing a member of the Demon Race. Her body surged with fighting spirit as she soared through the air.

"Be careful!"

At that moment, Wang Xiu appeared and grabbed her slender waist. Ji Zidian was startled. Just below her, a Demon Race corpse suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist. The mist formed a horrific, bloody hand that had crept up on her, attempting an ambush. Wang Xiu met it with a mid-air kick, shattering it completely.

"That was close! These Demonic Beasts can launch surprise attacks even after they’re dead!" Ji Zidian patted her ample chest, her eyes filled with fear.

"Though ’Demon Race’ is just a simple name, they are subdivided into countless smaller clans, each with unique and unpredictable methods. What you’re seeing now are just the common ones. In the future, you’ll encounter many more..." Ye Guhong, holding his Divine Spear that radiated a brilliant light, was quite familiar with all this. Countless Demonic Beasts had already died by his hand, yet not a single drop of blood stained his body.

"Kill! Shatter their formation!" Bei Tangfeng commanded with overwhelming dominance. He waved his hand, and a large legion of Puppets charged out to clash with the Demon Race, forcibly tearing a gap in their dense formation.

"ROAR—How dare a mere member of the Human Race act so insolently!" From the demonic horde charged a crow-like Demonic Beast. Its body was fiery red, and it spewed magma, spreading demonic flames everywhere it went. It was extremely powerful and had been on a rampage. But now, seeing its underlings being slaughtered by Bei Tangfeng, it immediately turned to attack him.

Bei Tangfeng was fearless. Having already advanced into the Nascent Soul Realm, he used materials from the Holy Realm to craft many powerful Puppets, enhancing his capabilities even further. A bow appeared in his hands, which he drew back to a full moon and shot. The arrow collided with the demonic fire and vanished without a trace.

"Hahaha, is that all you’ve got?" the Fire Crow sneered, getting carried away with its success.

Bei Tangfeng, however, remained unperturbed.

The next moment, the Fire Crow panicked. Although the arrow was nowhere to be seen, numerous tiny metal insects burst from its remnants, latching onto its body, impossible to shake off. Even its demonic fire could not burn them away.

"No—" it screamed in agony, and in the next instant, its body exploded, torn to pieces in a gruesome display.

With just one strike, a Demonic Beast of such strength was exterminated. Bei Tangfeng’s prowess was impressive—powerful and dazzling. He was truly worthy of being the Saint Heir of Xuanji.

At that moment, screams came from below. A mother and daughter had been pinned down by a demon and were about to be killed. Bei Tangfeng’s expression changed. He knew he couldn’t rescue them in time.

SWISH! 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Suddenly, a golden figure flashed by, radiating divine might. It directly struck the demon, smashing it into dust in mid-air.

"A Puppet?" Bei Tangfeng was surprised. His gaze swept over and he was startled to see streams of golden Puppets shooting out from Wang Xiu’s side and pouring onto the battlefield.

"Hahaha, excellent! Brother Wang, you truly are my kindred spirit! Your mastery of the Puppetry Art is so profound. Today is the perfect opportunity for us to practice and exchange pointers..." Bei Tangfeng laughed heartily. With a shake of his sleeves, a multitude of metal orbs shot out, transforming into Puppets that began to wreak havoc.

As he slaughtered demons, he observed the situation on Wang Xiu’s side, nodding in approval as he watched.

Brother Wang truly lives up to his reputation as the possessor of a Twelve-color Nascent Soul. His talent is astonishing! Not only is he fierce in other areas, but his mastery of the Puppetry Art... is not inferior to mine! Bei Tangfeng exclaimed to himself in admiration.

Wang Xiu’s Puppets really are well-made. Their runes are complete, their strength is immense, and each one is comparable to a prodigy of the Human Race. They even have a clear division of labor—some wield clubs, while others fire guns! And they even look good, all gleaming yellow and sparkling gold...

Suddenly, Bei Tangfeng’s smile stiffened.

Gold... sparkling?

「...」

The situation remained dire. Despite the return of the many young prodigies, which had turned the tide and forced the Demon Race into a gradual retreat, the battlefield was simply too vast. Many people were still dying at the hands of the demons.

At such a time, Wang Xiu could not hold back. He fought with all his might, unleashing every technique he had. All of his Puppets were deployed.

Wang Xiu hurled the Asura Demon-slaying Sword. A tide of sword light flooded forth, sweeping away a host of Evil Demons.

The enchantingly beautiful Nie Linglan appeared and manifested a Blood Sea, beginning a relentless slaughter.

...ever since their union of yin and yang that day.