So Zhao Ya gradually gave up on this item, but out of habit, he still kept it in his backpack.
Unexpectedly, this ti the Li Package ca in handy.
It was indeed not very effective against a Martial Artist, but for dealing with this heavily injured Mountain Demon, it was perfect.
Just as expected.
When the li mist spread, the Mountain Demon was choked and roared angrily, but the more it did, the more uncomfortable it got, to the point where it couldn’t even open its eyes.
At the sa ti, Zhao Ya dodged the downwind, quietly sneaking behind the Mountain Demon, and suddenly struck with his blade, aiming directly at the deford monster on the Mountain Demon’s back.
Zhao Ya had long suspected that the true culprit behind the Beast Tide was not the Mountain Demon itself, but this deford monster.
It was even possible that the Mountain Demon was being commanded by this creature.
No matter if this guess was right or wrong, Zhao Ya decided to kill this deford monster first.
The speed of the blade was extrely fast, and just as it was about to hit, the deford monster suddenly let out a sharp cry, similar to a baby’s cry.
Originally disturbed by the li mist, the Mountain Demon turned around desperately, trying to shield it with its body.
Zhao Ya’s eyes lit up.
He knew his guess was mostly correct.
This Mountain Demon was not only following its command, but might even be parasitized by it.
Thus, before the strike could miss, Zhao Ya raised his hand and shot a Sleeve Arrow at the deford monster.
The Sleeve Arrow flew through the air, seemingly about to nail itself to the monster’s forehead.
It suddenly opened its bloody mouth and bit down on the Sleeve Arrow.
Now was the ti.
Of course, Zhao Ya didn’t expect a single arrow to kill the monster.
He only aid to stall for ti and create an opportunity.
In this critical mont, Zhao Ya unhesitatingly ignited the blood sea stored in his liver, then swung his blade.
This was a strike that reached the ultimate speed.
It was also the most powerful attack Zhao Ya had unleashed since he started practicing martial arts.
In terms of breath, timing, and blade technique, Zhao Ya had done his utmost.
On the hill, a simple-looking man saw the strike and a light flashed in his eyes as he exclaid, "Good blade technique!"
The young scholar and the woman, though not masters of blade techniques, could also see the uniqueness of the strike, so they remained silent.
Pff!
The deford monster let out a shrill scream like that of a malicious ghost.
Zhao Ya, however, felt a relief in his heart.
It worked.
Everything could be faked, but the slippery sensation of the blade tip piercing into the monster’s body couldn’t be faked.
At the sa ti, the Mountain Demon let out an earth-shattering roar, its fan-like palm sweeping towards Zhao Ya’s head.
Zhao Ya lowered his body to dodge the strike, but his blade didn’t stop, stabbing several tis in succession.
The deford monster’s life force was really tenacious; even when pierced into a bloody gourd, it still wouldn’t die completely. Instead, it stared at Zhao Ya with an imnsely venomous gaze.
Zhao Ya was unmoved.
What a joke.
Zhao Ya had killed many villains, and all of them had glared with venom when dying.
Compared to them, this big-headed monster was far inferior.
With the deford monster severely injured, the Mountain Demon’s movents also slowed significantly, and a hint of hesitation appeared in its eyes.
At the sa ti, Zhao Ya flipped his wrist and a blade cut through.
Thud.
The seemingly slender but tough neck, like a rope, was severed by Zhao Ya’s blade.
The massive head fell to the ground, rolling far away.
In an instant.
The entire forest quieted down.
Then the Exotic Beasts seed to awaken from a dream, scattering in all directions.
The Mountain Demon cald down, a look of relief on its face, then collapsed with a thud, lifeless.
Zhao Ya leaned on his blade, panting heavily.
Although the battle with the Mountain Demon didn’t last long, the significant Realm difference exhausted Zhao Ya.
However, the result was gratifying.
The deford monster’s head fell off, and the Mountain Demon was dead.
The once imposing beast horde now dispersed like scattered birds and beasts.
At this mont, Shang Tiefeng and Jin Zhenming, supporting Lu Dingtai, stumbled forward.
"Master, Two Seniors, I have not disgraced your trust; the Mountain Demon and the monster have been beheaded," Zhao Ya said.
"Hahaha, cough cough..." Lu Dingtai first laughed, then coughed violently.
Shang Tiefeng helplessly patted his back, "Alright, alright, we know your disciple is impressive, stop laughing, you might laugh yourself to death."
Finally, Lu Dingtai cald down, "What do you an ’know my disciple is impressive’? My disciple has always been impressive."
Shang Tiefeng looked helpless.
Lu Dingtai was excellent in every aspect, except he was overly protective sotis.
While they were talking, the three people on the distant hill each showed different expressions.
The simple-looking man stared at Zhao Ya, his gaze flickering, unsure of what he was thinking.
The young scholar shook his fan, smiling without speaking.
The woman’s face, however, was sowhat unsightly.
She initially thought Zhao Ya could never kill the Ghost Child.
Unexpectedly, he actually did it.
This completely disrupted her original plan.
Should she take advantage of the injured Martial Artists to seize the spoils now?
But seeing the two beside her, the woman dismissed the thought.
If she were alone, it would be manageable, but with those two around, acting so would violate the Jianghu taboo.
Although chaos reigned in the world these days, everyone still needed to maintain so basic Jianghu ethics on the surface.
No matter what you do in secret, no one dares to go too far openly.
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