Chapter 48: The Thousand-Year Killing YYDS

Deep in the swamp, the silt churned and boiled, and a stench and a terrifying pressure permeated the surrounding area.

Beneath the murky water, a massive shadow rapidly rose to the surface.

Whoosh!

A colossal beast burst forth from the mud! It resembled a giant crocodile, its body several meters long, covered with thick, armor-like dark green scales. Sticky venom seeped from between the scales, hissing and corrosive as it dripped into the mud.

Its vertical pupils were scarlet and ferocious as it locked onto the ants that had disturbed its slumber. Its late-stage Foundation Establishment demonic power poured out without reservation, making everyone gasp for breath.

"It's the Poison Swamp Demon King!" Mo Yun's expression turned grim. As he retreated, he repeatedly unleashed array flags to reinforce the already crumbling defensive light barrier.

The demon king didn't bother to dodge at all, and his giant tail swept across with the force of wind and thunder!

boom!

The light barrier shattered instantly! Mo Yun let out a muffled groan, a trickle of bright red blood spilling from his lips.

Ironclad roared as he charged forward, his heavy shield slamming into the ground!

Bang!

The demon king's claws slammed into the shield, sparks flying everywhere! Tie Pan's arms trembled violently, the mud beneath his feet instantly sank to his knees, and his face flushed red.

Ling Shuang's golden needle talisman shot through the air and struck the scales, but only a few sparks flew out before being contaminated by the poison and its spiritual light dimmed and fell away.

The antidote powder sprinkled by the disciples of Ling Shu Peak seemed to have little effect, and the spirit beasts of Huan Ling Peak growled uneasily, not daring to approach.

Shen Yunzhou's sword flashed like lightning, striking the Demon King's neck but leaving only a faint white mark.

Xie Chen's talisman flames exploded, but the Demon King merely shook his head, unharmed. Instead, he was enraged and spewed out a thick cloud of poisonous mist!

"Retreat!" Xie Chen shouted, waving his jade fan to try to disperse the poisonous mist. However, two Danfeng disciples were unable to dodge in time and inhaled a small amount. Their faces turned pale, and they staggered to the ground. Their fellow disciples hurriedly dragged them back and fed them pills.

The group's attacks had little effect; instead, they were injured and poisoned one after another, and the situation quickly deteriorated into a fierce battle.

Fang Li narrowly avoided a spray of venom, her heart pounding and her spiritual energy greatly depleted.

"Damn it! I can't beat them! They're too tough! System! Think of something!" she cried out anxiously in her heart.

[Emergency scan in progress... Ding! Locked on! Host! Three inches below the Demon King's buttock scales! There's an old wound! A weak point in its demonic energy flow! An opportunity! Use your strongest single-target fire or metal attack talisman to give it a good whack! Smash its butt! Trust me, it's awesome!]

Fang Li: "...Butt? Thousand-Year Kill?!" Her expression turned strange instantly, but when she looked at her fellow disciples struggling to hold on, her eyes hardened.

"Let's give it our all!"

She suddenly shouted at Tie Pan, "Senior Brother Tie! Stand your ground!" Then she said to Ling Shuang, "Senior Sister Ling! Shoot it in the eyes!" Next, she said to Mo Yun, "Senior Brother Mo! Bind its hind legs!" Finally, her gaze swept over Ji Qianqiu, and she said rapidly, "Senior Brother Ji! You have a loud voice! Scold it! Draw its attention!"

The instructions elicited a variety of reactions from the crowd!

Shen Yunzhou's sword energy was sharp, but when he heard words like "buttocks" and "thousand-year kill," his icy face instantly froze, and his sword strike faltered for a moment, almost missing its target.

But he reacted extremely quickly, immediately adjusting his stance. His sword light erupted with an even more chilling aura, each strike aimed directly at the demon king's crimson eyes, forcing it to shake its head repeatedly and successfully drawing the demon king's hatred.

Xie Chen's jade fan, which he never parted with, fell into the mud with a "plop," and he forgot to pick it up.

The gentle smile that was usually on his face froze completely.

His eyes sharpened, his usual leisurely demeanor vanishing. Several high-grade binding talismans from his sleeves emerged like serpents from their holes, precisely targeting the joints of the demon king's two thick hind legs, providing crucial control.

Ji Qianqiu was taken aback at first, then burst into a thunderous laugh: "Hahaha! Insult it?! Junior sister is so talented!!" His thought process was unique, and he found this tactic novel and extremely interesting!

Immediately afterwards, he indeed opened his mouth and used every word he could think of in his life to hurl insults at the Demon King's ancestors for eighteen generations! The sheer volume and vulgarity of the filth startled even the Demon King for a moment, before he angrily tried to turn to him.

Inside the Forgotten Dust Palace, Ye Wuyang was about to put a cup of tea into her mouth when her fingertips paused almost imperceptibly, causing a few drops of tea to splash onto her snow-white robe sleeve.

His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his consciousness instantly focused firmly on the swamp battlefield.

Tactical execution! Suppressing their laughter and an indescribable sense of unease, everyone obeyed the order!

The iron rock roared, its muscles bulging, as it desperately withstood the demon king's frontal attack.

Although Ling Shuang's golden needles were difficult to break through his defenses, they specifically targeted soft areas such as the eyelids, forcing the Demon King to frequently close his eyes.

Mo Yun's trapping formation shimmered with light, tightly binding the Demon King's hind legs. Although it was cracked from the struggle, it effectively restricted the Demon King's agility.

Ji Qianqiu's insults were nothing short of mental pollution, successfully distracting the Demon King and making him irritable.

Shen Yunzhou's sword and Xie Chen's talisman relentlessly countered the Demon King's main offensive!

Now!

Fang Li poured all her remaining spiritual energy into a "Gengjin Armor-Breaking Talisman," which she had painstakingly modified in private and possessed immense power! She pushed her movement technique to its limit, circling behind the Demon King like a shadowy wind!

With a resolute look in her eyes, she slammed down the scorching hot talisman, her scales slightly dull and sunken from the old wound!

"boom--!"

A blinding golden light suddenly exploded! Accompanied by a strange sound, like metal tearing apart or rotten wood snapping!

"Awooo—!!!"

The Poison Swamp Demon King unleashed a heart-wrenching scream that shook the entire swamp, causing it to tremble violently! Its scales burst open, spewing poisonous blood mixed with violent demonic power like a fountain! Its enormous beastly body writhed wildly in agony, churning up towering waves of mud!

It lost all will to fight. Its scarlet eyes were filled with fear and pain. It let out a mournful cry and suddenly plunged into the bottomless swamp, fleeing in panic, leaving behind only a mess and a pervasive stench.

The survivors were panting heavily, barely able to stand.

The disciples of Ling Shu Peak rushed forward to treat the wounded and purify the residual toxins in the air.

All eyes involuntarily focused on Fang Li.

His eyes were filled with admiration for her keen insight and decisiveness, but even more so with an indescribable strangeness.

I admire their strength, but... their tactics were simply too awe-inspiring.

Fang Li, leaning on her knees, was exhausted of her spiritual energy and pale-faced, yet inexplicably dared not look up to meet those gazes. "It's over... I'm socially dead..."

Just then, a gentle voice rang out: "Miss Fang, fellow Daoists, are you all well?"

Chu Yunfan left and then returned, his clothes slightly stained with mud.

He strode forward, his gaze sweeping over the somewhat disheveled crowd before finally settling on Fang Li with concern. He handed her a white jade bottle: "Your composure in the face of danger, finding the Demon King's weakness, is truly admirable. This is a specially made antidote from our Qingxu Sect; it's quite effective, just in case."

His attitude was sincere and natural, as if the earth-shattering "Thousand-Year Kill" was just an ordinary attack, and his composure was astonishing.

The men's gazes instantly shifted from Fang Li, silently meeting on Chu Yunfan and his bottle of pills.

Shen Yunzhou's eyes grew colder, Xie Chen's smile faded, and Ji Qianqiu glared at him.

The smell of gunpowder that had just dissipated in the air seemed to be gathering again.

However, before Fang Li could accept the pill or figure out how to respond to this "pure" concern, an extremely indifferent voice exploded in her mind:

"Your tactics are quite novel."

"However, it is morally offensive."

"Upon returning, I went to the Forgotten Dust Palace to recount the details."

His voice was calm and even, yet it carried an undeniable tone.

Fang Li froze instantly, her face turning from white to green, and then from green to white again.

"Detailed explanation?! How?! Demonstration?! Are we going to die in front of the Immortal Venerable?! System! It's all your fault for coming up with this terrible idea! Help! (╥﹏╥)"

System: "Host! If a tactic works, it's a good tactic! Immortal Venerable, is this... is this curiosity? Or are you planning to settle scores later? (Trembling) How about... we abandon the mission and run away? Is it too late to run now?"

Seeing Fang Li suddenly turn pale and stand motionless, Chu Yunfan couldn't help but ask again with concern, "Miss Fang? Are you feeling unwell? Or have you been poisoned?" His question immediately drew everyone's attention back to her.

Fang Li's lips moved, but she couldn't cry.