C52 It Is Beyond Imagination

A Beginner Demon King was on par with a Primary Martial Master, which meant Yang Qi stood no chance in a fight against him. Yet, encountering a Demon King for the first time piqued Yang Qi's interest.

"Why would someone like you be here?" the Beginner Demon King demanded, locking his gaze on Yang Qi. He clearly believed Yang Qi had no place there.

"Maybe," Yang Qi pondered briefly, "I'm here to take you down."

The Demon King's pupils narrowed, his fury erupting. "Human, you're seeking your own death!"

In an instant, the Demon King lunged at Yang Qi. But Yang Qi's hand was already poised on his blade's hilt.

With a swift slash, the blade's light streaked by.

The Demon King's head hit the ground, the entire motion as seamless as a river's flow, lasting less than a second.

"Defeated Beginner Demon King, Slash Points +20,000."

Twenty thousand Slash Points? Yang Qi considered it a decent gain. He checked his tally and saw it had reached 270,000. To upgrade his Red Fire Prisoner Bull Blade to the Ghost Crying Sword, he'd need a million Slash Points. Moreover, the next phase of his Spiritual Body's physique hadn't even kicked in yet, which he anticipated would require a substantial number of Slash Points. His current count was still woefully inadequate.

Continuing his hunt for Demonic Devils, Yang Qi soon found himself outside an underground passage in River City, the city's emergency refuge.

The area teemed with Demonic Devils, and the ground was littered with the bodies of hundreds of soldiers. Guarding the tunnel's entrance stood several Intermediate Body Forging Martial Artists—the last bastion of River City's defenses.

Yang Qi was about to approach when Grandmaster Xu Mu appeared.

"Yang Qi, now that you're here, I'll stand down," he said.

"Understood," Yang Qi replied with a nod, heading for the tunnel entrance.

The Intermediate Body Forging Martial Artists there were taken aback to see Yang Qi approaching.

"What are you doing? Run for your life!" one of them barked.

But Yang Qi seemed deaf to the warning, his steps unhurried as he continued forward.

He approached the group of Intermediate Body Forging Martial Artists without uttering a word, his gaze fixed on the Demonic Devils before him.

Yang Qi stood before dozens of Primary Demon Soldiers, and leading them was a Demonic Devil with piercing light blue eyes—an Intermediate Demon King!

The Intermediate Body Forging Martial Artists watched Yang Qi, noting the serene expression on his face. To him, the menacing Demonic Devils might as well have been mere ants.

How was he not trembling in the face of such a multitude of Demonic Devils?

"I was expecting something more formidable, not just an Intermediate Demon King," Yang Qi remarked, his voice tinged with disappointment as he eyed the creature.

The martial artists were astounded. They couldn't believe Yang Qi could speak so boldly while surrounded by such a horde.

The Intermediate Demon King let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Human, are you scorning me?"

"Who can say?" Yang Qi replied with a nonchalant shrug.

"Kill!" The Intermediate Demon General commanded with an icy tone.

In an instant, the Primary Demon Soldiers behind him charged at Yang Qi.

"Ten Slashes Breaking Waves!" Yang Qi unleashed his attack.

Ten fearsome arcs of blade light soared through the air, cleaving the Primary Demon Soldiers in two. None were left whole in death.

The Intermediate Body Forging Martial Artists inhaled sharply, speechless with awe. They had surmised Yang Qi was a martial artist when he confronted the Intermediate Demon King, but they had not anticipated the sheer terror of his prowess.

Dozens of Primary Demon Soldiers obliterated in a single strike? And that strike—far more dreadful than anything the martial artists could have imagined.