Chapter 44: Fighting Five Alone, The Heavenly Demon Suppresses the World and Destroys All Enemies (Part II)

In a fraction of a second, Shen Song and his companion lost all will to fight.

They had been no match for their opponent even when attacking in a group, let alone now that only the two of them remained.

A sudden desire to retreat rose in their hearts.

Even if the other party possessed the ability to track souls across a thousand miles, that was a trouble for later. Finding a way to survive the present moment was the only thing worth worrying about.

"Break into the crowd, take hostages!"

Shen Song shouted in a low voice.

There were numerous social elites of Yunhai Province gathered here. If they could seize one or two key figures as hostages and use the crowd to slip away, they might just force their opponent to hesitate and keep the Donghua military from acting rashly.

This was their only chance of survival.

Swish! Swish!

The two figures abruptly surged toward the direction where the crowd was huddled, instantly triggering intense panic.

The events had unfolded too quickly. Most of the guests in the banquet hall had not had time to evacuate and had merely huddled together in terror.

The moment they moved, Yi Beidou reacted instantly. However, since there were two opponents, the horse-faced man lagged behind and was caught up by Yi Beidou, forcing him to stop and fight. Taking advantage of this time difference, Shen Song had already lunged before the crowd.

Yet, to instantly charge into the crowd, he still had to clear one hurdle.

Yang Tianhe and several martial arts veterans of Yunhai Province, alongside more than twenty disciples and security personnel, had formed a defensive line, protecting the crowd behind them.

"You shall not harm anyone!"

Yang Tianhe's eyes widened, the vital energy within his body surging violently. Every strand of his hair stood on end, and as his palms shifted, they traced afterimages beneath the lights, resembling a peacock spreading its tail.

His palms formed striking hooks and fiercely lashed out toward the oncoming Shen Song. The movement tore through the air, producing a booming sound, while carrying a piercing, soul-shaking mental intent.

Caw!

A giant peacock stood proudly in the sky, its tail feathers blotting out the sun and sky. Its massive sharp beak pecked down toward the ground, carrying an overwhelming, ferocious might.

This move was a lethal technique from the Peacock 明王 Fist:

The Peacock Swallows the Buddha!

Legend has it that the Peacock Mingwang once swallowed the golden body of the Buddha, and only after the Buddha burst forth from its body was it bestowed the title of Peacock Mingwang.

This was a technique capable of injuring a saint.

Flash, flash, flash!

Not only that, several martial arts masters of the Weiling realm beside him unleashed their fatal techniques simultaneously.

Yunhe Tai Chi, Cloud-Sweeping Palm!

Golden Sun True Skill, Great Cinnabar Radiant Sun!

Spring of Spirits Yin Vein, Bone-Eroding Force!

...

Gale winds howled, and fist intents crossed the air.

Yet what they faced were not ordinary people, but a master possessing the body of a saint, currently in a berserk state, fighting a battle of life and death!

"Get lost, all of you!"

Shen Song roared, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

What kind of minor characters were these, daring to block his path? Did they truly think he was weak and easily bullied?

He completely ignored the surrounding attacks. Crossing his arms in a tackling posture, he plunged straight into the crowd, bearing the brunt of everyone's assaults.

Thud, thud, thud!

Blow after blow landed on his body, producing sounds like striking metal. The attacks from ordinary soul-capturing masters could only leave small bruises on Shen Song, and even Yang Tianhe—the strongest among them, famed for being only a step away from achieving a physical body of a saint—could only peck away a chunk of flesh from his shoulder with his fist technique, causing blood to splatter.

It was utterly incapable of damaging his foundation.

The next moment, Yang Tianhe was hit squarely by Shen Song.

Puff!

His body flew airborne, feeling his internal organs violently shake, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood mid-air.

The other martial arts masters were similarly knocked head over heels by this terrifying collision.

This man's physical body and strength were simply too terrifying!

Just now, watching Yi Beidou's fights, although every strike carried immense momentum and the ground wherever they passed looked as though it had been plowed through, they hadn't felt it quite so directly.

After all, watching Yi Beidou take down one person with a single palm always gave people the illusion that these fellows weren't all that impressive.

Only now, experiencing it personally, did they truly understand just how powerful such figures were.

His flesh was like metal, impervious to blades and spears, and his strength was like that of a giant elephant, capable of breaking through everything. It was doubtful they could restrict him even if they worked together.

This made them feel even more shocked.

Just how strong must the existence be who could force five such individuals to this desperate state all by himself?!

Bursting through the obstruction of the crowd amidst a flurry of chaos, Shen Song had already reached his target.

His target was none other than the protagonist of tonight's banquet, Yang Mutong, the young princess of the Yang family.

Shortly before, when Yi Beidou had just appeared, Yang Mutong had rushed toward him regardless of everyone's gaze. It was hard for Shen Song not to suspect that some relationship existed between the two, which might likely force their opponent to hesitate.

Moreover, the Yang family wielded immense influence in Yunhai Province. If he captured this woman as a hostage, the Donghua military would have to exercise caution during their massive search.

Seeing Shen Song pounce toward her, Yang Mutong's expression changed instantly. A scion of the Yang family, she had practiced martial arts since childhood, possessed discerning eyes, and boasted exceptional talent. Now only eighteen years old, she had already reached the realm of internal assimilation and even touched the threshold of the Weiling soul-capturing realm.

However, this level of skill was by no means a match for Shen Song.

She shifted her body, attempting to dodge, but Shen Song instantly clamped a hand around her neck, pinned her vital pulse points, and hoisted her into the air.

Bang!

Simultaneously, a booming sound echoed from behind. The horse-faced man was struck squarely on the crown of his head by Yi Beidou's palm, causing both of his eyeballs to burst directly out. Red and white fluids squirted out like water jets from his eyes, nose, and ears.

His body slumped limply onto the ground, making no further sound.

Yi Beidou shifted his gaze and landed it on Shen Song.

With bulging, knotted muscles across his entire frame and standing over two meters tall, Shen Song grasped Yang Mutong's slender, fair neck with a palm as broad as a cattail fan, lifting her body high in mid-air.

Her green evening gown billowed open. Her delicate, fair face was filled with panic and pain, and mild asphyxiation caused her cheeks and nose to flush red. Her eyes were stimulated, causing tears to flow naturally, carrying a pitiful and tragic beauty that evoked deep sympathy.

She looked precisely like a beautiful peacock whose neck was about to be snapped.

"Yi Beidou! Let me go, or I'll kill her!"

Shen Song roared at Yi Beidou.

"No! Please don't harm her, sir, my Yang family will handsomely reward you!"

Yang Tianhe shouted, clutching his chest with an expression of utter horror.

Yang Mutong was not only his favorite daughter, but she also possessed exceptional talent and innate unique traits. In the future, she might even be able to elevate their Yang family's ancestral fist techniques to the highest realm.

The Peacock Mingwang Fist, also known as the Peacock Mingwang Dance, evolved from dance itself and was better suited for women to practice. Legend has it that an ancient female master who achieved a physical body of a saint had once emerged from the Yang family's ancestors.

"Do as you please."

Yet, Yi Beidou's expression remained calm, undisturbed by any words, seemingly entirely indifferent to the life or death of the peacock-like beauty in Shen Song's grip.

With a movement of his feet, his figure lunged toward Shen Song.

This fellow!

Shen Song's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Yi Beidou to be so decisive, hesitating not even for a fraction of a second.

Admittedly, he could crush the neck of the person in his hand right now, but Yi Beidou would reach him instantly, and escape would be impossible.

A life for a life?

How could his own life compare to that of a mere woman!

Swish!

Finding threats useless, he changed his mind instantly. With a wave of his arm, he hurled Yang Mutong like a projectile toward Yi Beidou, attempting to block his pursuer, and then abruptly spun around to flee toward the window of the banquet hall.

Yi Beidou flicked his arm, caught the tossed Yang Mutong, and smoothly cast her aside toward the crowd, pursuing Shen Song with almost zero obstruction.

Yang Tianhe and several Yang family disciples hurriedly leaped forward to catch Yang Mutong's falling body.

At that very moment, Shen Song had already reached the window. Just as he was about to hurl himself through and break the glass to escape, the hair all over his body suddenly stood on end.

A terrifying, abyss-like oppressive force manifested directly behind him.

Glancing back from the corner of his eye, he saw a single palm constantly magnifying within his field of vision, resembling a collapsing firmament that blotted out everything in his world.