Chapter 149: Rescue!

"Who on earth are you?" The towering figure of the Ancestor of Demons rapidly materialized. This top-tier expert, hiding within the desolate Demon Wilderness Mountains, possessed a pair of silver-gray eyes. Tall and lean, with a clean-shaven face and dressed in a gray long gown, he gave off a profound and weathered aura, bearing the transcendent air of an immortal at first glance.

Yet, the violent and ferocious nature deeply ingrained in his bones could not be concealed from a defying-heaven powerhouse of Shang Rong's caliber. He was simply not a figure meant to exist under this sky.

"Never mind who I am. Well, your strength might rank in the top tier of this cultivation realm, but unfortunately for you, you've crossed paths with me. Death is your only outcome!" Transforming into a fireball, Shang Rong instantly teleported to a hundred paces in front of the Ancestor of Demons. Looking down at him from above, he said, "In my life, I despise both the righteous and demonic factions the most, yet today I am fulfilling someone's favor to help the righteous destroy the demonic. How ironic, how utterly ironic. Die!"

Without moving his body, Shang Rong suddenly struck out with a punch! This punch pierced directly through space. Where it passed, golden light flashed and thunderbolts crisscrossed, carrying an imposing momentum capable of destroying the universe!

Before the Ancestor of Demons could reply, his expression changed drastically. His figure shot out like lightning, transforming into a gray mist that fled in all directions.

"Trying to run? Heaven-Locking, Earth-Trapping Palm!" Shang Rong's hands shifted in unison, and streams of palm shadows carrying a sky full of runes struck out crazily. Boom, boom, boom, boom! Earth-shaking explosions erupted violently in the sky, matching the force of towering ocean waves, an unstoppable spectacle.

Not only did these palm shadows shatter space, but they also formed overlapping nets of hand seals, driving and gathering all the gray mist together without a single strand escaping.

"Ah... I have cultivated for ten thousand years. If I cannot withstand even a single move of yours, where is the Heavenly Dao?" The gray mist condensed once more. The frantic face of the Ancestor of Demons was covered in blood, his pupils emitting a dazzling radiance. With a shift of his hand, a demonic blade appeared.

This demonic blade radiated three-color brilliance—yellow, white, and gray constantly shifting. Shaped like a crescent hook, it exuded a devouring aura, ready to burst forth.

"Half-Moon Heavenly Remnant, Dragons Battle in the Wild!"

The bizarre blade in the Ancestor of Demons' hand suddenly burst forth with cyan radiance. "Roar!" The magic blade transformed into a hundred-foot-long cyan giant dragon, which twisted and roared as it collided with the myriad palm seals. Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle! The physical-like scales on the cyan dragon's body all burst open, turning it into a bloody dragon that wailed in agony!

"The Sacred Azure Dragon? You actually slaughtered a sacred beast! You have guts!" Shang Rong sneered. Red light blazed behind him, and as he made a grasping motion in the void, the bloody azure dragon transformed by the magic blade writhed violently, drawing close to his side.

The bloody dragon struggled and roared, lightning intertwining and shattering countless voids.

"Nine-Nether Demonic Brain!" Seeing that the situation was irretrievable, the Ancestor of Demons unleashed his most powerful combat strength. His aura surged violently, his demonic body towering between heaven and earth. With a loud rumble, his body actually burst apart, transforming into a mass of red and white mixed brain matter. Rolling demonic Qi crisscrossed, incomparably disgusting and sickening to behold.

"Junior, no matter what tricks you pull, you cannot escape death!" Shang Rong grabbed the bloody dragon and remained unhurried. With a sudden clenched grasp of his hand, *bang!* The soul of the bloody dragon let out a mournful howl and was annihilated in the void. The magic blade trembled violently, cracking with *creaking* sounds before shattering into pieces and falling into the dust.

The disgusting brain matter formed by the Ancestor of Demons swelled and contracted, lunging directly at Shang Rong. Spirit and flesh combined, blood Qi rolling, he was desperate to devour Shang Rong at the cost of his life.

"Ignorant!" Shang Rong flipped his backhand, and an invisible surge of energy violently expelled. *Boom!* The brain matter was split in two, turning into two masses still connected by blood threads and mucus, appearing all the more bizarre and evil.

"You cannot kill me! This Ancestor of Demons is as eternal as heaven and earth. Can you destroy the heavens or annihilate the earth? Hahaha!" The two masses of brain matter came together again, fusing back into one. Then they began to spin violently, rolling with thunder and black Qi, and descended upon Shang Rong.

Shang Rong, whose strength was unfathomable, constricted his pupils slightly. Suddenly, terrifying black flames ignited all over his body, and he lunged at the mass of brain matter.

"Ah! What is this!" The Ancestor of Demons let out a frantic roar. Not only did he fail to devour Shang Rong, but his soul was also severely scorched by these black flames, leaving him utterly incapable of resisting.

"Big Brother Shang Rong's natal dark flames; even the Demon Lord would not dare to easily withstand them," Man Qing explained proudly.

"The Demon Lord?" Lin Feng repeated with a surprised expression.

"Hehe, I won't say anymore. You'll know in the future." Man Qing sensibly shut her mouth.

"Didn't you say no one could kill you? Your arrogance is beyond saving! Now I shall cause your destruction!"

*Bang!* The black flames whipped up tens of thousands of tongues of fire, enveloping every inch of the brain matter, burning fiercely with a *sizzling* sound. The shrill roar of the Ancestor of Demons grew louder and louder, finally reaching a peak before stopping abruptly.

The raging black flames burned unceasingly, eventually completely refining the Ancestor of Demons without leaving a single drop of residue.

The remaining members of the Myriad Demons Sect had long since retreated far away to watch. Shang Rong let out a furious roar and charged toward Huang Minghuang's location.

The Ancestor of Demons had been killed by Shang Rong in a single exchange. Everyone was stunned by such a shocking scene. In the distance, Huang Minghuang also turned pale with fright, his heart pounding with anxiety.

Just at that moment, the Venerable Monk Zhishang and the others could no longer fend off the joint onslaught of the fifteen ancient demons, suffering defeats and injuries one after another. Jun Wuqi was also unable to hold on. The left and right envoys of the Demonic Sect and the five demon lords, who had been trapped within the Illusory Flower Formation, broke out of the array and collided head-on with Shang Rong.

"Humph! You lot, go die!" Waving his hand casually, before these seven individuals could even parry, they spewed blood and plummeted from the clouds, their lives or deaths unknown. Shang Rong's bizarre and peerless speed made everyone's blood run cold, and even the ancient demon artifact, the Ferocious Bell, buzzed loudly from the shock.

Lin Feng and the others watched spellbound. Seeing those demonic experts fall, their gazes shifted downward as well. At this glance, Lin Feng was instantly alarmed.

"Not good! The ocean waves are about to flood the Demon-Suppressing Abyss! Wu Zhui, quickly come with me to rescue Master. Man Qing, Man Die, you two come help me as well. Little Song, you and Yi Kang stay here."

Having spoken these words rapidly, Lin Feng and the four others, including Wu Zhui, flew toward the Freezing Abyss. On the Demon Wilderness Mountain, the ice glacier and ocean waves driven by Zui Mo had already swept in. The roaring, surging giant waves destroyed everything daring to block their path. Seeing that it was not far from Tianyou Palace, Huang Minghuang and the other demonic experts simply had no time to care.

"That little sister is truly formidable, actually daring to brave the sea alone," Man Qing said, glancing back and laughing, "Hehe."

"Right here. The two outside are left to you, Man Xue, and Man Die. Wu Zhui, you come inside with me. Quick victory, quick resolution!" Lin Feng knew that eldest sister Man Die possessed the highest capability, and the guards inside could only rely on her to step in and assist.

"Just two old fogies; I can handle them all by myself! Second sister, you go inside too," Man Qing said without further ado, transforming into a stream of light and charging forward.

The two experts guarding the Freezing Abyss, Tian Mu and Tian Feng, had already noticed the abnormality, but constrained by sect orders, they could not spare the time to investigate. At this moment, Man Qing charging in came right on cue.

"Wild girl, courting death!" Magic power gathered in Tian Mu's palms, and he lashed out at Man Qing with a barrage of fist shadows. Continuous rumbling sounds echoed, his fists sounding like drums—this was precisely the realm of supreme fist intent.

The corners of Man Qing's mouth curled up. The Suppressing Mountain Bead drifted out gently, directly suppressing this fist force. "Suppress!" she shouted softly, and the bead flew above Tian Mu's head, crashing down overwhelmingly! Caught off guard, Tian Mu suddenly bore boundless pressure and was nearly pressed to the ground.

Seeing this, Tian Feng on the opposite side changed his expression. His arm acted like a spear, slicing straight out! *Whoosh!* A sword light came straight at Man Qing's neck, stirring ripples in the air.

"Azure Waves and Mist!" Eldest sister Man Die timely waved a purple aura, blocking the sword light while shouting, "You guys go on ahead; I'll hold them off for a while."

The two sisters shifted their bodies, guarding the entrance to the Freezing Abyss. The three Lin Feng figures quickly slipped inside and charged inward.

"Who dares trespass in my Freezing Abyss!" As the three of them stepped into this bone-chilling place, an explosive roar suddenly came from the guards inside.

"Kill anyone you see!" A ruthless glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he charged in first.

Wu Zhui let out an angry roar toward the sky, producing a pitch-black heavy club whose two ends were spindle-shaped, faint bloody patterns visible upon it, radiating an unceasing baleful aura.

"Eccentric Transformation Heaven-Facing Club!" Lin Feng was fast, but Wu Zhui's speed was even greater. Seizing the initiative after a delay, he swept into the prison wrapped in a whirlwind. Countless exchanges had already taken place amid loud rumbling noises.

There were a total of five guards protecting the prison. Lin Feng and the three others were outnumbered, but their momentum did not fall behind in the slightest.

"Contemplate the Great-Bright Buddha of the World!" "Hurricane Tyrant Waves!" "Great Compassion Buddha Palm Seal!" Launching three successive secret magical techniques, they forced the two guards in red armor to retreat step by step. Where the Great Buddha pointed, nothing could harm its body. Once the Hurricane Tyrant Waves were unleashed, ghosts wept and wolves howled, the entire prison filled with sharp shrieks. The Great Compassion Buddha Palm Seal was even fiercer; the void was repeatedly blasted with explosive sounds, and the boundless palm force pounded against the cave walls, causing ice stones to plummet continuously.

"Origin Qi of Myriad Buddhas! Boundless and Limitless!" The situation did not allow for a prolonged battle, and not a single moment could be wasted. Lin Feng resolutely employed the Buddhist secret technique that he had not yet fully refined. This move fused the essence of Venerable Monk Zhiyuan's sarira and was an unpassed esoteric learning of Buddhism, impossible to cultivate without extremely high comprehension.

Deep within the chilling Freezing Abyss, countless lotus petals materialized out of thin air, dancing across the sky in serene peace. These petals were transparent and emitted a soft radiance, extremely beautiful.

Suddenly, ten thousand lotus petals pointed in the same direction, shooting forth like a rain of arrows—noiseless yet flying in a simultaneous volley! The eyes of the two prison-guarding experts ahead widened abruptly, their bodies trembling violently like a winnowing sieve as they were pierced into bloody figures.

"Awoo!" On the other side, Wu Zhui let out a wolf howl, plunging his arm straight into a guard's Dantian. *Bang!* He ripped the golden core out alive along with flesh and blood, opened his mouth, and swallowed it into his belly.

Man Xue was no less impressive; her embroidery needle wove up and down, killing three people in just a few back-and-forth passes without causing them any pain. Piercing through their golden cores and hearts, it was an instant kill!

"Go save them quickly!" Picking up a guard's saber, Lin Feng slashed toward the massive lock of the cell.

"Boom!" The magic array set up on the cell flickered with crystal-clear ripples, and this slash accomplished nothing.

"Let me!" Man Die's voice rang out, looking as though the situation outside had been brought under control.

"Eldest sister, let me do it," Man Xue smiled slightly, flicking her hand. With a *pop*, the embroidery needle pierced through the array and accurately struck the heavy lock. *Snap!* The cell flew wide open!

"Master! Senior Brother!" Everyone in the cell remained unconscious, which worried Lin Feng to no end.

"They have been placed under restrictions; let's get them out first. Here, the Water Mirror Disk!" Man Die returned the celestial artifact to its rightful owner, along with his storage mustard pouch and glazed Buddhist beads.

"Everyone lend a hand, carry them all over!" Time waited for no one; there were still more than twenty fellow cultivators in this prison, and all of them had to be rescued.

"There are other people here, what should we do?" Man Die pointed to the prison cells ahead.

"Save them all together! Those locked up by the Demonic Sect must be righteous people; we cannot stand by and watch them die," Lin Feng said.

Hearing this, Wu Zhui rushed to the first cell, snapped the iron chains with a few forceful gestures, and dragged three people out.

"Profane Yin Heavy Water? These three actually survived such cruel torture; truly formidable." Man Die frowned, but still helped gather the people together.

"Let's go!" A white flash cut through the air, and more than thirty people vanished entirely into Yinque Palace.