I Have a Golden Crow

The fire clouds were like a man-eating beast, drowning all the Cold Race troops in the high heavens.

The surging sea of fire, its destructive power was even more astonishing.

The sound of battle robes ripping even linked into an unbroken sheet!

One burned and charred body after another turned into meteor fire rain, falling in flocks.

Just a few seconds ago, the Cold Race troops’ battle cries were piercing the sky; they charged with blood-red eyes toward the rolling dark clouds, toward the Thunder Beast.

A few seconds later, the Cold Race troops were intercepted by the youth beneath the beast, swallowed layer upon layer by fire mist.

Stars and warhorses were turning to ash.

The brutal Cold Race had fallen to scorched corpses.

It was hard to imagine that this whole catastrophe had actually been triggered by human hands.

Just as hard to imagine that this sky-covering fire-mist sea was swung out by that youth with a single axe.

Many of the soldiers possessed Pupil Techniques; their sight could pierce the fire clouds and see the dark clouds higher up.

And between the black clouds and the fire clouds, a tiny member of the Human Race stood in mid-air.

Tiny?

Indeed, pathetically tiny.

The Fire Age Axe in his hand was close to hundred meters in scale.

The Thunder Beast above his head was even more magnificent, like a mountain.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would dare believe that such a tiny figure could command an Ancient Giant Beast and swing the Fire Age Holy Axe?

No one in the Wolf Lake Corps spoke; only the Summer Nightingale’s Song wound through the four directions.

The soldiers all raised their heads to the high sky, as if to carve this soul-shocking scene firmly into their minds.

"Harder, harder, Kui Chou!" Du Yu leaned down with the axe, the spread fire clouds a full more than eighty meters beneath him.

Even so, Du Yu’s face was scorched red.

"Moo!"

Kui Chou grumbled in dissatisfaction, "What are you implying?"

"Shout louder!" Under the influence of the bovine bellow, Du Yu’s emotions were exploding as well. "Did you skip dinner or what?"

Kui Chou: ???

I, a dignified Supreme, eat what dinner?

"Shout! Roar! Don’t let the Cold Race run!"

"MOOOO!!"

Kui Chou cursed under his breath, "Fuck, shut the hell up for me!"

Du Yu: "Yes! Roar! Do it again!"

Kui Chou: "I tm%￥#￥!!!"

"Du Yu! Du Yu!!" Suddenly, Little Fen Yang’s panicked voice exploded in his ear.

Du Yu’s heart gave a jolt, and right after that, he heard Kui Chou’s tone flip: "Below!"

Kui Chou didn’t just warn him; he stomped down a bull hoof.

Du Yu’s eyes flared with light; he instantly activated the Eye of Burning Sun· Hunting Moment.

He strained to roll his eyeballs, looking downward, and saw only a gray face.

This was the normal look of a Cold Race person—gray hair, gray skin, nothing special.

The problem was: how did this guy burst out of the fire cloud mist and stab straight upward?

The Fire Age Axe was a Holy Grade Demon Soldier; the Heaven-Burning Array’s output intensity had already reached Shimmering Starlight quality.

Even an Emperor’s Minister would have a hard time piercing layers of fire clouds and coming knocking!

This guy was...

A Saint Minister?!

Had he been trailing far behind everyone all along, waiting for his chance?

Now, while countless Cold Race corps were madly surging toward this point, the Saint Minister had slipped in quietly as well, trying to kill amidst the chaos?

Real fucking sneaky.

Du Yu stared carefully, and found that the Saint Minister’s approach speed was insanely fast!

Even in this world of slowed time flow, the guy’s upward rush was still visible to the naked eye.

Cold Race people certainly didn’t have the ability to fly; most likely, he had used the Wind Trace Steed as a stepping stone, vaulting up with all his might.

What to do? How to face this enemy?

Du Yu’s mind spun, churning out a slew of response plans.

Open the Void Axe?

No. Whether it was sending the opponent into the Otherworld, or shredding the Saint Minister’s body, neither was an outcome he wanted.

I want to enslave him!

And I want to bring him to meet the Cold Tree!

Use the Mountain and Sea Bell?

If the enemy were an Emperor’s Minister, it’d be fine; Jia Rong Grass could still cope. But this was a Saint Minister—he absolutely couldn’t take that risk.

And the Saint Minister was just conveniently in the high sky, with no foothold around him; he had to seize this chance properly.

Presumably, this Saint Minister was quite a conceited bastard.

Can’t even fly, yet dares to act this cocky...

He must be extremely confident in his Youhan Technique, speed, and other abilities, convinced he could finish it in one strike?

Right now, in Du Yu’s field of vision, the Saint Minister’s gray face carried an indescribably bizarre expression.

By rights it should be furious; his eyes were blazing, clearly affected by Kui Chou’s Demon Skill.

But alongside that anger, the corners of the Saint Minister’s mouth were also uncontrollably lifting ever so slightly, a look like he had victory in the bag.

Overall, he was both raging and grinning.

Indeed, the Saint Minister’s mental state at this moment was very complicated.

If his Level weren’t high enough, if his Youhan Technique Level weren’t high enough, he too would, like the other Cold Race people, be charging toward Kui Chou under the influence of Demon Skill· Ox Demon’s Roar.

He’d only just managed to suppress the fire in his heart, thus able to lock onto Du Yu instead.

And the faint smile on the Saint Minister’s face really did reflect his inner state.

Big Black Bull... you’re quite good at running, aren’t you?

Quite good at going home to find your owner?

Fine, I indeed can’t catch you.

Then today I’ll shred your owner, leave you homeless, and see where you can still run!

Black Bull, from the moment I laid eyes on you, you were mine.

Destined to be mine!

"Hey!" A strange guttural sound rolled out of Du Yu’s mouth. He curled his body up as much as he could, and a Bell Shadow spread out around him.

The Mountain and Sea Bell that Du Yu had rejected earlier was once again summoned out by him.

The reason... well...

Du Yu wasn’t planning to teleport Saint Minister away, but to blink in place!

The time should be enough.

Because the Fire Cloud Mist was drifting eighty meters below Du Yu. Since he was weaker, he was afraid the Fire Cloud would burn him, so he’d been that careful.

Which meant that the gray cheek emerging from the Fire Mist was more than eighty meters away from Du Yu.

"Huu~"

Time’s flow returned to normal. Du Yu, body curled up like an egg, forced himself into the small opening of the Mountain and Sea Bell.

"Qicha! Qicha..." The whispering voices echoed simultaneously in the minds of Kui Chou and Du Yu.

Kui Chou’s hoof, which had just come down to rescue Du Yu, suddenly froze stiff in midair, unable to stomp down.

And Saint Minister’s casting of the Youhan Technique and his attack on Du Yu had been completely simultaneous.

"Swoosh!"

Saint Minister’s figure brushed past under the bull’s hoof, carrying a sharp sound of cleaving through the air, about to pierce straight through Du Yu’s chest...

But he struck nothing!

Saint Minister’s eyes, filled with gray mist, abruptly widened!

That furious yet laughing expression vanished in an instant, his face almost twisting.

This! How! Is! That! Pos!si!ble!

Du Yu is just General Level!

A mere General Level!

Even if you have a Spiritual Artifact in your body, there’s no way you’d be completely immune to mental interference, right?

The Youhan Technique controlling you is already more than enough, let alone just interfering with you.

Even if you really are so damn awesome that you can’t be controlled by the Youhan Technique, you’re still just a weak little General Level lifeform!

You’re only lucky enough to have some Weapons to assist you and some Demon Pets following you. With your bodily reaction speed, how could you possibly dodge my high-speed charge kill?

Saint Minister’s mentality completely exploded!

He had even managed to control Supreme Kui Chou, freezing that Big Black Bull’s leg in midair, yet he still failed to catch the pathetically weak Du Yu.

"Aaaahhh!" Saint Minister roared in uncontrollable rage, shrieking as he suddenly turned his head toward Kui Chou. "Black bull, kill him for—"

Before the order could be fully given, the majestic Thunder Bull shattered with a boom, dissolving into a burst of Demon Breath.

Saint Minister’s gray eyes suddenly widened.

Following the direction in which the Demon Breath surged, Saint Minister once again saw Du Yu’s figure.

A literal blink in place.

"Human Race, Du Yu, get over here!" Saint Minister bellowed angrily, his body still shooting toward the dark clouds above at incredible speed.

Just from the inertia alone, it was obvious how much force he had used when he charged at Du Yu just now.

Du Yu couldn’t understand the Cold Race language, and the whispering voices in his head were very few.

Inside the Kidney Meridian of Foot Shaoyin in his body, streams of Spiritual Qi were surging wildly like great rivers and seas!

"Burning Sun." Du Yu’s expression was gloomy as he looked at the soaring Saint Minister. "Have the Female Emperor’s Minister kill herself. I’ve got a new slave now."

"Okay~" Little Fen Yang whispered. "Du Yu’s tone is so scary~"

Du Yu: "..."

"Heehee~" Little Fen Yang suddenly let out a coquettish giggle, looking all pleased with having tricked Du Yu. "But I like it! Go! Let’s defeat Youhan!"

"Damn! Cao ta lailai!" Kui Chou finally recovered and completely blew up. "Hurry up! Kill him for me!"

Du Yu casually waved his hand and drew the Fire Age Axe back into his body. "Received."

"Cao ta lailai #@￥#!!!" Kui Chou jumped in fury, and yet another new swear word popped out in his curses.

"Zizi~ zi~"

Du Yu suddenly turned his head to see the Silver General appear out of nowhere.

Zhongli Chen said in a deep voice, "You okay? Is he the Cold Race leader?"

Du Yu: "Senior, leave this one to me!"

As he spoke, Du Yu realized that it wasn’t just Zhongli Chen who had rushed over; the Cyan Sect members were also flying up at high speed.

Clearly, everyone had seen everything happening above through the layers of the sea of fire.

And the eight hundred soldiers on the ground had witnessed another bizarre scene.

That distant Demon Saint·Mud Po Goddess Sculpture actually stretched out countless mud hands and literally crushed its own head?

The soldiers were shocked in their hearts, unable to understand what exactly had happened.

As everyone stared in a daze, they saw that tall, golden-haired female soldier suddenly thrust one hand into her own chest and yank out her scalding heart.

This...?

Meanwhile, high in the sky.

"Senior, Saint Minister is extremely skilled at controlling minds. Ordinary people must not get close to him!" Du Yu spoke respectfully, advising, "I have Spiritual Qi protecting my body. Leave it to this junior!"

Zhongli Chen directly summoned a hundred-meter Silver Spear. "Demon Soldiers are unaffected by Cold Race Secret Techniques."

"Don’t!" Du Yu hurriedly cut Zhongli Chen off. "This guy’s mine."

Zhongli Chen frowned deeply. "Yours?"

"Yes, just like that Female Emperor’s Minister you saw earlier, Senior." Du Yu smiled, crackling with electricity, and his figure vanished in an instant.

Zhongli Chen: "..."

In the blink of an eye, Du Yu appeared diagonally below Saint Minister.

"Human Race! Du Yu!!!" Saint Minister’s eyes were bloodshot as he flailed his limbs wildly in midair.

"Here~" Du Yu stretched a hand forward. A tiny illusory palm appeared in his palm. "Lemme show you something fun."

A deep crimson Demon Fire quietly appeared and shot straight toward Saint Minister.

"Ah! Aaah!" Saint Minister twisted his body with all his might, trying to Dodge.

The Demon Fire drifted lightly and easily brushed against Saint Minister’s calf.

"What! What is this?!" Saint Minister kept kicking at his calf, but the flames rapidly spread over his body.

Du Yu’s figure flickered again, appearing directly below Saint Minister.

He raised one hand high, and a Wind-Fire Pillar blasted out from his palm.

Human-Pet Combined Skill· Ghost Firefly Blow.

"Heh heh~" Du Yu grinned, watching Saint Minister being pushed upward by the blast, and couldn’t help licking his lips.

Since you’re a Saint Minister, you should be able to live for a very, very long time.

Then you’re in for a long, miserable ride~

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