Chapter 361

Chapter 361: Northern Border Demon Clan?

Under the moonlit night, inside Yuanlong City.

A powerful demon practitioner was reaching out to capture Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan felt like he had plunged into an abyss of darkness, as if he had entered a space where he couldn’t see his own hand in front of his face.

He was surprised, but not panicked.

He threw a punch, only to realize it landed in thin air, with no point of contact whatsoever.

Meanwhile, Long Chen and the others were left dumbfounded.

At the very moment the Black-Clothed Leader’s hand descended towards Zhao Fan, he vanished.

What was happening?

“Palm of Heaven and Earth?”

A voice came from afar, astonished.

At that moment, the Black-Clothed Leader was pulling back his hand.

The next second, an incredibly sharp sword light surged from the end of the street, instantly piercing through the Black-Clothed Leader’s hand.

The void trembled, and Zhao Fan’s figure abruptly fell out from the emptiness.

“Who is it?”

The Black-Clothed Leader whipped around, glaring at the far side of the street.

But it was empty, without a single shadow.

“Hiding and peeking… how detestable…”

The Black-Clothed Leader looked down to see a bloody hole in the palm of his right hand, still oozing blood.

At his level of cultivation, even when injured, blood would be contained within his body and wouldn’t leak out.

Yet that sword light had somehow made him bleed.

This sword light was no ordinary attack; the sword Qi within it had invaded his palm and was even threatening to sever his vitality.

The Black-Clothed Leader’s pupils narrowed for a moment, and the next second, he exerted force with his right hand, forcibly pushing out the invading sword Qi from his palm.

Once the sword Qi was expelled, the wound on his hand began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Zhao Fan landed on the ground.

“Is it my master?”

Zhao Fan was both shocked and delighted.

With Xiao Yang secretly protecting him, he had nothing to fear.

Time to deal with this guy.

With that thought, he flicked his fingers at the Black-Clothed Leader in the sky, launching three tiny projectiles.

The projectiles zipped through the void with sharp whooshing sounds.

“Whoosh!”

The three projectiles came to a sudden stop right in front of the Black-Clothed Leader, only to be blocked by his Protective Gang Qi.

The projectiles then fell from the air.

Everyone was taken aback by this sight.

How strong was Zhao Fan’s finger technique? It was evident.

Even Gui Tian, a Half Saint, was wary of the projectiles he launched.

Zhao Fan’s projectiles had failed to break the Black-Clothed Leader’s Protective Gang Qi.

This guy was ridiculously strong.

“Could he be a Demon Saint?” Long Chen suddenly exclaimed.

“What… Demon Saint?”

Everyone gasped in shock at the mention.

A Demon Saint—a being capable of contending with a Martial Saint!

No wonder even Long Chen and Ling Xian’er couldn’t hold their ground against him.

Xiao Zhenshan and the others were equally stupefied by the scene.

Who were these mysterious individuals?

It seemed they weren’t from the Demon Sect.

Was there an even more powerful and enigmatic demonic force hidden in the Northern Border?

“Rats hiding in the shadows, dare you come out and fight!”

The Black-Clothed Leader’s icy gaze scanned his surroundings, and a wave of powerful psychic energy radiated from him.

But he sensed nothing.

Impossible!

There were actually people hiding from his perception?

The opponent was likely on par with him!

“No matter who you are, these people are mine. I want them dead, and none can stop me.”

The Black-Clothed Leader declared proudly.

“Is that so?”

A chilling voice rang out from behind him.

“What…”

The Black-Clothed Leader was genuinely startled.

He spun around, nearly getting smacked in the face by a grotesque mask.

“…”

He inhaled sharply.

Without thinking, he threw a punch at the person before him, simultaneously retreating.

“Haha…”

The masked figure dodged effortlessly with a laugh.

His movements were incredibly swift.

“One hand blocks the sky!”

The Black-Clothed Leader, both startled and furious, stretched out his right hand to grab at the masked figure.

In an instant, a massive hand materialized in the void, engulfing the space around the mysterious figure.

A powerful demonic force flowed from the massive hand, sealing off any retreat for the masked person.

Everyone stood in shock at this scene.

The mysterious masked man was none other than Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang chuckled lightly, raising a finger and pointing at the incoming hand.

A sword light erupted from the tip of Xiao Yang’s finger.

This sword light wasn’t particularly dazzling, but it effortlessly shattered the void, piercing through the Black-Clothed Leader’s grasping hand.

“This…”

The Black-Clothed Leader quickly retracted his right hand, which vanished into thin air.

Looking down, he saw a bloody hole that pierced right through his palm.

“…”

The Black-Clothed Leader was both shocked and enraged.

How could this person have such powerful sword Qi?

This was just sword Qi.

If he employed a flying sword, it would be more devastating!

Yet the Black-Clothed Leader could hardly imagine that Xiao Yang’s sword Qi was his greatest weapon—he didn’t refine flying swords that much.

Because he was the “sword” himself!

He practiced the true art of Supreme Swordsmanship, where man and sword became one.

And his sword was the sword of his heart, not a mere weapon.

“Impossible…”

The Black-Clothed Leader couldn’t believe he had been injured by this person twice.

“I’ve changed my mind; I want to eradicate all of you.”

The Black-Clothed Leader roared, demonic energy surging around him.

A pair of black demon wings unfurled from his back, swirling with countless demonic patterns.

With a flap of his wings, a tempest of demonic energy swept out, engulfing the entire sky.

Yuanlong City was now shrouded in demonic energy.

The countless inhabitants within the city were terrified beyond measure.

Yuanlong City wasn’t a large city, but it housed five or six thousand residents.

At this moment, everyone was hiding in their homes.

In the square, only Xiao Zhenshan’s family, Ling Xian’er, Long Chen, and a couple of disciples from the Qingyun Sect remained.

They were surrounded by the Black-Clothed people.

Each person seemed to be cloaked in demonic energy and looked as fierce as demons risen from hell.

Their eyes glimmered with a bloody light.

“Demon Clan?”

Xiao Yang frowned as he regarded the Black-Clothed Leader across from him.

He was genuinely surprised that these guys turned out to be from the Demon Clan.

Though the Black-Clothed demons in the square might not be pureblood, they definitely possessed the True Demon Bloodline within them.

And the one before him was likely a pureblood demon.

During the ancient era, the War of Immortals and Demons occurred.

The demon clan was defeated and sealed deep within the Demon Abyss.

To think there were still survivors!

However, Xiao Yang knew that pureblood demons were quite rare in the Northern Border.

Pureblood demons hid too well.

But why were these pureblood demons revealing themselves now?

It was different from the last life!

In the previous life, even the Demon Sect was still lurking in hiding at this time.

Could it be that because of him, everything has changed?

“Kill them!”

The Black-Clothed Leader commanded directly.

Those in black unleashed furious roars as they charged at Ling Xian’er and Long Chen.

“Qingyang Sword Technique!”

Long Chen unleashed his sword techniques against the charging Black-Clothed enemies.

A fierce sword radiance erupted, sweeping towards the attackers like a remarkable comet.

“Clang!”

One Black-Clothed demon stepped forward and struck the sweeping sword light with a knife.

While he managed to block the sword, he was sent flying backward.

“…”

Long Chen was shaken.

These Black-Clothed demons were quite strong.

Ling Xian’er also made her move.

Countless icy sword Qi surged from her hands, overwhelming the incoming Black-Clothed enemies.

Where the icy sword Qi passed, the very air seemed to freeze over.

Emanating with a cold aura, Ling Xian’er was enveloped in a faint mist, making her figure appear ethereal.

The Black-Clothed demons hastily tried to block the icy sword Qi.

While they succeeded in stopping it, a layer of frost covered their magical artifacts.

The Black-Clothed demons continued their assault against Ling Xian’er and the others.

“One Sword Freezes Nineteen States!”

Ling Xian’er roared, releasing a more powerful wave of Taibai Sword Qi that erupted from her.

In the next instant, the charging Black-Clothed demons were all frozen in place.

Long Chen bellowed as he executed his strongest sword move, illuminating the entire world like ten blazing suns, dispersing all demonic energy.

The pure, radiant sword Qi slammed into the frozen Black-Clothed demons.

Those encased in ice shattered apart.

Ling Xian’er and Long Chen cooperated seamlessly, one Yin and the other Yang, wiping out all the Black-Clothed demons.

The duo’s combined power even made the Black-Clothed Leader take notice.

The Black-Clothed Leader wanted to strike at Ling Xian’er and Long Chen, but was blocked by the masked Xiao Yang.

Their figures danced rapidly in the sky.

The Black-Clothed Leader was both shocked and furious.

Xiao Yang’s swordplay made him feel wary.

Before long, a strand of his hair was sliced off by Xiao Yang’s sword Qi.

“Preposterous!”

The Black-Clothed Leader roared in rage.

Blood light burst from his red eyes.

In his right palm, a crimson light flickered as a blood-colored Demon Blade appeared in his hand.

The Black-Clothed Leader gripped the blade and slashed at Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang moved his finger to block the incoming Demon Blade.

“Clang!”

The sound of clashing metal rang out.

“What…”

The Black-Clothed Leader was genuinely taken aback.

This guy had actually blocked his Demon Blade using just two fingers?

His Demon Blade had been forged from a piece of demonic iron tempered for a thousand years in a magic pool, consuming its magical properties, and was finally shaped into this Flame Demon Blade.

Xiao Yang had actually stopped it with just two fingers.

The Black-Clothed Leader stared at Xiao Yang in disbelief.

Xiao Yang deflected the Demon Blade, then swiftly sliced forward with his sword finger, sending a sharp sword light slashing toward the Black-Clothed Leader.

The Black-Clothed Leader instantly vanished into thin air.

In that fleeting moment, he appeared behind Xiao Yang, raising the Demon Blade in hand.