Great Li Martial God

At the same time, both the Yellow Spring experts outside the guesthouse and the other factions’ experts who had come to observe nearby also sensed the powerful demonic aura rising from within.

Everyone showed expressions of surprise, clearly never having imagined that this small, unassuming guesthouse harbored such a formidable demon lord.

But at this very moment, the Rakshasa Holy Lord’s overwhelming fist strike had already landed, surely about to obliterate the entire guesthouse into nothing.

As everyone saw it, the sudden demonic aura, while not weak, would be utterly unable to withstand the force of the Rakshasa Holy Lord’s blow.

But in the next instant, to everyone’s complete astonishment, the Rakshasa Holy Lord, whose fist had seemed about to shatter the void itself, suddenly snapped his hand back and retreated at an unimaginable speed.

”What... what is happening? Why has the Holy Lord retreated?”

At the sight, everyone was momentarily dazed. One of the Yellow Spring experts not far from the guesthouse asked with deep confusion.

But none of the assembled experts, the Yellow Spring guardians included, could answer the question.

The Yellow Spring experts then all turned their heads at once, their eyes settling on the Blood Spring Holy Lord, who stood hovering in the air nearby.

At this moment, the white-haired Blood Spring Holy Lord said nothing, only narrowing his eyes as he watched the space above the guesthouse.Seeing this, the assembled Yellow Spring experts immediately followed his gaze, and to their utter shock, found that a bottomless void abyss had somehow appeared above the guesthouse.

Then, in nearly the same instant, the sky-blackening sea of malevolent energy above was completely devoured by the void abyss that had appeared.

The dark, oppressed sky, once shrouded in malevolent force, returned to clarity in a flash, the Rakshasa Holy Lord’s martial pressure and savage, deathly malevolence dissolving entirely.

What was even more difficult for the assembled Yellow Spring experts and the watching martial world figures to believe was that the Rakshasa Holy Lord, who had just snapped back his fist and fled nearly a hundred zhang away in an instant, was now flying backward toward the guesthouse at an even greater speed than he had retreated.

At the same time, the Rakshasa Holy Lord, who only moments before had been blazing with savage fury, intent on erasing the blind man and the hidden expert within the guesthouse, now wore an expression of pure terror.

The Rakshasa Holy Lord was completely beyond his own control at this point. He could feel himself bound by an irresistible, terrifying demonic force, and no matter how hard he strained to channel the true qi of heaven and earth to escape, it was all useless.

For a Holy Lord who ruled over the Yellow Spring Tribe, this was something he had never encountered before in his life.

What was more, the shock and confusion the Rakshasa Holy Lord felt in his heart at this moment was no less than that of the assembled Yellow Spring experts watching from below.

The only thing he could recall now was that, right as he had been about to bring his fist crashing down onto the guesthouse, an inexplicable sense of mortal danger, one he hadn’t felt in countless years, had suddenly surged up within him.

With his current level of martial cultivation, there were few in the entire Western Desert who could give the Rakshasa Holy Lord pause. But that overwhelming premonition of death had been so intense that he had retreated without hesitation, with no time to think it through further.

But just as he was retreating from above the guesthouse, intending to pull back some distance before investigating what had actually happened, the devouring demonic force from the void abyss had silently bound his entire body. Even with his formidable martial cultivation and a desire to investigate, there had been no time to act.

Seeing himself, the Holy Lord of the Yellow Spring Tribe, one of the Western Desert’s six great powers, now reduced to a lamb awaiting slaughter, about to be drawn into the void abyss above the guesthouse, the Rakshasa Holy Lord lost all of the dignity that came with his title and called out in panic toward the Blood Spring Holy Lord nearby, ”Brother Blood Spring, save me.”

At those words, the white-haired Blood Spring Holy Lord fixed his eyes on the void abyss above the guesthouse, and a hazy mist of blood suddenly rose throughout heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, the area of a hundred zhang centered on him seemed enveloped in a thin veil of blood.

The assembled Yellow Spring experts changed expression sharply at once, all sensing that the heaven and earth shrouded by the blood veil had become like a quagmire, every movement suddenly agonizingly difficult, almost impossible to make at all.

”Ghost Prison, why haven’t you moved?”

The Blood Spring Holy Lord spoke suddenly, his eyes sweeping the void not far away, while at the same time reaching forward with a grasping motion.

An enormous bloody shadow, like the claw of some divine beast, condensed instantly before the Rakshasa Holy Lord, seizing him in its grip and attempting to pull him back from the void abyss before him.

Meanwhile, upon hearing the Blood Spring Holy Lord’s words, a dark, ghost-fire-wreathed phantom shadow, treating everything around it as though it did not exist, passed through the very walls and slipped into the guesthouse in an instant.

After entering the guesthouse, the dark phantom went straight to Li Musheng’s room, finding the true culprit behind the disturbance without any obstacle at all.

”Where has this demon lord come from, having the nerve to run wild here on my Yellow Spring Tribe’s territory?”

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord, manifesting as the dark phantom shadow, looked at Li Musheng, wreathed in demonic energy at his table, and opened his mouth with a single exhalation, sending hundreds upon hundreds of ghostly face phantoms surging forward, swallowing Li Musheng’s demonically-cloaked figure whole.

Li Musheng glanced through the layered, hideous ghostly faces, then simply flicked a finger. A blazing demonic light erupted instantly, and every one of the ghostly face phantoms evaporated in a flash.

”Coming all the way here. Now that’s bold.”

Li Musheng raised an eyebrow slightly, then flicked out another bolt of demonic light, shooting directly at the Ghost Prison Holy Lord’s head.

But faced with Li Musheng’s attack, the Ghost Prison Holy Lord suddenly let out a strange, cackling laugh, allowing the demonic light Li Musheng had loosed to pass straight through his head without consequence.

”Your strength is genuinely not weak, but unfortunately, you cannot kill this Holy Lord.”

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord, manifested as the dark phantom shadow, had his head pierced clean through by the demonic light yet showed no ill effect whatsoever, continuing to watch Li Musheng with mocking amusement.

At the sight, Li Musheng studied the Ghost Prison Holy Lord before him from head to toe, and finally seemed to find a flicker of genuine interest.

He then extended a finger once more, pointing it from a distance toward the center of the Ghost Prison Holy Lord’s brow.

This particular gesture from Li Musheng carried no trace of demonic aura or demonic light, appearing to be nothing more than an ordinary, casual extension of a finger.

But the Ghost Prison Holy Lord, who had previously regarded Li Musheng with mocking contempt, suddenly felt his soul shake violently at this moment, and the dark phantom shadow he had become trembled and wavered uncontrollably.

At this moment, the Ghost Prison Holy Lord could clearly sense death approaching. This seemingly extraordinarily young demon lord before him, with nothing more than a single pointed finger, left him without the slightest doubt that the man could crush and kill him on the spot if he chose to.

”Retreat.”

The Ghost Prison Holy Lord shouted with great urgency, his voice carrying throughout the guesthouse and beyond. The words were naturally directed at the Blood Spring Holy Lord outside, meant to warn him to withdraw immediately.

At the same time, the Ghost Prison Holy Lord wasted not a moment’s hesitation. The dark phantom shadow he had transformed into suddenly dissolved entirely, splitting into countless ghostly face phantoms that fled at speed from the room where Li Musheng sat.