My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Chapter 638: Chapter 4: Intercept and Kill

Great Saint Yang Yi revealed his True Body within Taixiao Heaven: a majestic, golden-winged great roc. When he spread his wings, they spanned an astonishing three hundred-plus feet. His Iron Claws, covered in hard Scales, glinted coldly, and his talons were as sharp as scimitars.

Due to his bloodline, he was not only larger than an ordinary demon eagle, but he also sported a blood-red, fleshy crest atop his head that made him appear all the more imposing.

At this moment, Great Saint Yang Yi was clutching a damaged Flying Boat in his talons.

This Flying Boat was a common, small-sized vessel from a Demon Sect. However, its Defenses were by no means weak; it was highly agile and possessed an extremely fast Tunneling Speed. But now, Great Saint Yang Yi’s talons had pierced straight through the boat’s sturdy hull as if it were made of paper-mâché. As for the few Demon Cultivators inside, Great Saint Yang Yi plucked them out and swallowed them one by one, like eating clams from their shells.

A Golden Core Demon Cultivator watched in despair as the great roc’s beak, sharper than any Flying Sword, reached into the vessel. It easily pierced through all his disciple’s defenses and snatched the man away.

To Great Saint Yang Yi, these Demon Cultivators, with their mere Foundation Establishment Cultivation, were nothing more than a light snack.

Most Demon Cultivators expended their Essence Blood to raise and feed Outer Celestial Demons, which gave their flesh a strange taste compared to that of orthodox Cultivators. In the past, Great Saint Yang Yi would have cherished even such a meal. But after devouring countless Cultivators on the Western Continent, his palate had grown picky. He swallowed these new ones whole without even bothering to taste them.

After swallowing several Demon Cultivators, Great Saint Yang Yi found the meal bland. He was already plotting, ’After we break the Rescue Army, I need to figure out how to catch a few more to satisfy this craving.’

Just as he was lost in this pleasant thought, a streak of crimson Tunneling Light suddenly shot out from the Flying Boat and fled into the distance.

It was the Golden Core Demon Cultivator from the Flying Boat. Unwilling to simply wait for death, he had burned his Essence Blood and pushed the Outer Celestial Demon he kept to its absolute limit, all to execute an Escape Technique.

Great Saint Yang Yi let out a long shriek. He possessed the bloodline of a celestial roc. ’Among those at Nascent Soul Tier One,’ he thought with confidence, ’few can match my Tunneling Speed, let alone a mere Golden Core cultivator. Even if he burns all his Essence Blood in an instant, it’ll only take me a flap or two to catch him.’

The very next instant, an azure astral wind rose from beneath Great Saint Yang Yi’s wings. He gave a single flap, and his body shot forward. Though he started later, he arrived first, easily overtaking the Golden Core Demon Cultivator who was burning his Essence Blood. Amidst the man’s desperate howls, the Great Saint snatched him up in his talons.

However, the Golden Core Demon Cultivator’s Essence Blood and Demonic Qi were already completely spent, leaving nothing but an empty husk.

Great Saint Yang Yi cursed his luck and disgustedly flung the husk from his talons. He was about to grab another Flying Boat to satisfy his craving when his eagle eyes suddenly locked onto something.

His Eye Power was superb, surpassing even that of many cultivators of the same tier who specialized in Dharma Eye techniques. To say he could see for a thousand li might be an exaggeration, but within three hundred li, not even a palm-sized Spiritual Object could hope to escape his gaze.

Two hundred li away, amidst the clouds, he could just make out several black shadows flickering in and out of view. They were moving at an incredible speed, closing much of the distance in just a few breaths.

’Those are no Demons.’ Even though the black shadows had done their best to restrain their Spiritual Qi fluctuations, to Great Saint Yang Yi’s eyes, they still blazed as brightly as a Great Sun.

"Those are unmistakably the Flying Boats of the Central Continent!"

Great Saint Yang Yi was so shocked his feathers nearly stood on end. The Spiritual Light surging from the lead vessels was immense, even more dazzling than the Tier Four Flying Boats in the Northern Continent Demon Sect’s fleet. They were clearly Tier Four Flying Boats as well.

He had seen the Tier Four Flying Boats of the Six Sects back on the Western Continent. They were devastating on the battlefield, capable of contending with even a Nascent Soul Demon Saint in a direct confrontation.

Almost instantly, the Demon Fiend surrounding Great Saint Yang Yi transformed into a roiling azure astral wind, enveloping him as he executed an emergency escape downwards. ’I have to notify Chu Feng! The fleet must take evasive action immediately! We can’t fight them!’

Faintly, Great Saint Yang Yi heard a clap of thunder. He glanced back and saw a flicker of lightning a hundred li behind him.

Yang Jing had fought many times on the Central Continent, revealing quite a few of his techniques, especially on the Sword Fighting Platform. Naturally, spies from the Demon Sect had recorded every detail.

Of all those techniques, the one that was a constant thorn in Great Saint Yang Yi’s side was Yang Jing’s Instant Sword Technique.

He had mastered Wind Escape to the point of it being instinctual. Within the Demon Court, his Tunneling Speed was said to be second only to the Demon Emperor himself. He was always confident that even if he encountered a Nascent Soul Stage enemy he couldn’t defeat, he could still escape with ease.

But the Instant Sword Technique was one of the very few arts that surpassed the speed of Wind Escape.

Great Saint Yang Yi had been uneasy ever since he first heard of the Instant Sword Technique, simply because it was the perfect counter to his abilities.

In the next instant, he squeezed every last drop of Demon Fiend from his body. His massive form transformed into a streak of azure astral wind and plummeted downwards.

BOOM!

A clap of thunder boomed. ’Hm?’ Yang Jing murmured, surprised that his strike had missed. His Dharma Eyes locked onto Great Saint Yang Yi, who was already a li away.

’Of all the Escape Techniques, Wind Escape is the easiest to achieve fame with. While anyone can practice the Five Elements Escape Technique, true mastery is incredibly difficult. Light Escape and Thunder Escape have extremely high requirements, and cultivating them successfully is harder than ascending to the heavens. Only Wind Escape allows someone with even a little Talent to surpass their peers in Tunneling Speed. Once it’s cultivated to a profound level, you can transform into an astral wind and, as the saying goes, "journey from the North Sea in the morning to Cangwu by dusk"—free to roam anywhere in the world.’

"Unfortunately for you, you ran into me."

Yang Jing’s eyes locked onto the escaping Great Saint Yang Yi, who had transformed into wind. The next instant, he appeared directly behind him.

Great Saint Yang Yi sensed the chilling killing intent, and the feathers on his back bristled. But before he could make a single move, before he could even utter a plea for mercy, a flash of Sword Light streaked across his neck.

His entire, majestic eagle head was sliced clean off. The Sword Intent contained within the strike instantly annihilated his Divine Soul, giving him no chance to escape his physical body and flee.

Yang Jing caught Great Saint Yang Yi’s corpse with his Magical Power.

’A fine treasure for Artifact Refining,’ he thought. ’If I can refine his Demon Pill into these wings, supplemented with the right combination of other Spiritual Materials, I could create a wing-shaped flight-type Magical Treasure. It would inherit at least ninety percent of his proficiency in Wind Escape.’

A moment later, over a dozen streaks of Tunneling Light arrived before Yang Jing. They were the Nascent Soul Cultivators from the subjugated Noble Families of the Western Continent, led by Si Taizhen, who bore the title "General Who Pacifies Demons."

Among all of Yang Jing’s disciples, only Si Taizhen was capable of keeping these Nascent Soul True Monarchs in check—men and women who feigned submission but harbored dissent in their hearts.

"The commander of the Northern Continent Demon Sect is more capable than I anticipated. This can’t be the only Demon standing guard in Taixiao Heaven. Go and hunt down all the others. Clear the way for the fleet’s assault," Yang Jing ordered.

In Yang Jing’s presence, the Nascent Soul True Monarchs dared not show the slightest hesitation. They responded with a thunderous affirmation. The next instant, they transformed into streaks of Tunneling Light and scattered in all directions.

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