Shuicloud Township, Fishing Village.
In the midst of Yangchun Rivers turbulent roar, one by one, villagers grasped torches to illuminate the dark night.
Flames and shadows intertwined.
Their faces flickered with uncertainty, silently gazing forward, their pupils reflecting the dancing flames, with a hint of frenzy.
A group of young and strong men holding fish forks pressed the sharp ends against the chests of several seriously injured Town Demon Suppression Officers.
Liu Xiu-jie and Li Xiao-er lay on the ground, panting heavily, their eyes unfocused, and their minds somewhat unclear.
Ma Tao was even more miserable, he who was skilled in close combat and grappling, now had his entire skeleton shattered, thick blood plasma staining his long shirt red, his breath weak.
They simply couldnt understand what kind of temptation could make a river god, who had accumulated a reputation over hundreds of years and washed away its demonic name, suddenly go berserk and attack the Town Demon Officer.
Different from other demons and monsters.
The River God has earned the respect of the people and has been here for so long that it can be said that Shuixiang Village is the "turf" tacitly approved by the Town Demon Division.
As a price, even if it wasnt its own doing, whenever something went wrong in this place, the imperial court could hold it accountable.
This is also the reason why Li Muyin came to this place and went to the temple to wait for the first time. Although he was not used to seeing this river monster, it was barely considered half of "his own people".
If they commit such atrocities, unless they hide in water for the rest of their lives, they will be doomed to die a terrible death!
Four hundred years of hidden endurance were wasted for the sake of killing a few visiting school officers?
No reason at all...
"Ah ha! Let you guys in dog skin swagger!"
Meng Xians breathing was heavy with excitement, one foot trampling on Li Xinhans shoulder embroidered with golden thread and a fierce wolf.
At this moment, the three-striped officer in the Jade Liquid Realm had already fainted from the intense pain, his arm twisted into a rope-like shape by some kind of strange force, with white bones protruding from the skin, a ghastly sight.
Not long ago, he was still evacuating people and holding his breath to resist the surging floodwaters.
Look at Meng Xians behavior.
The remaining fishermens hands holding the fishing spears were slightly trembling.
Although they have been blessed by the river god since childhood, they still hold a thread of reverence for the imperial court.
Not liking the Zhēn Mó Sī Xiào Wèi doesnt mean daring to insult him, but rather feeling that its not necessary in ones heart.
Whats more...
They all looked up together.
Outside the River God Temple.
Li Mu-jin stood there, looking slightly tired.
Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her originally languid and charming face now showed a pale complexion. After a long while, she spoke softly: "Hey, are you almost done? If not, then dont force it, okay?"
On her opposite side, a short sword was inserted into the abdomen of the woman in green.
The river god lowered his eyes and stared at his abdomen with a expressionless face, then the corners of his lips curled up into a smile.
She stretched out her hand, and her white fingers grasped the hilt of the sword, then slowly pulled it out.
A faint discomfort flashed across her face, the sword blade slid out of the writhing intestines, and as she loosened her grip, the short sword fell to the ground.
The river gods voice was extremely gentle: "Im waiting for him to come back, what are you waiting for?"
Upon hearing this, Li Muying also recalled the previous black wind.
"Its way too different."
The river demon seemed to have suffered some kind of injury, its vital energy was empty and it could only exert 50% of its actual strength.
But the other partys Jade Liquid Boundary in its later stages had a depth that was truly too rich, and being able to wound it even slightly was already the limit of what he could do.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Meng Xianshun slapped the person next to him and snatched the fishing rod from his hand.
His face was filled with ferocity, his brain trembling with excitement, as he yelled at the top of his lungs: "For Heishen Niangniang, kill this demonic lackey of the Town Demon Department!"
He roared and rushed towards the woman with large strides.
The village chief originally stood silently beside him, with a faint sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if watching a good show.
At this sight, the old man suddenly became somewhat flustered.
This stinky brat, the Town Demon Patrol Captain and the River God are fighting, is this something an ordinary person like you can intervene in?!
Even if a woman with the surname Li is seriously injured, standing there motionless, just one little finger can crush you to death!
He hastily limped up with his crutch to intercept him.
Unfortunately, before he could even step forward.
Li Muzhen turned around and looked back, watching as Meng Xian shouted and thrust the fish spear forward.
She slightly lowered her head, her disheveled long hair fluttering slightly: "Im so fed up."
As the words were spoken, her tall and plump body suddenly fell like a kite with a broken string.
Compared to the river monster, she was the one who had long been exhausted, barely holding on with her last breath.
In his field of vision, Meng Xians ugly face was filled with a beast-like frenzy, his shrill cries growing higher and more intense, as he was about to prove himself in front of the River God.
Hmph!
His facial expression froze in an instant, holding up a fish spear, and from his large mouth, a straight black knife quietly protruded.
Blood gushed from his throat, filling his entire mouth, and was then sucked away by the blade.
“……”
Li Muyin lay on the ground, and in his blurry field of vision, a familiar figure appeared.
She was breathing weakly and couldnt speak.
Could only watch as the tall figure effortlessly pulled the long knife out of Meng Xians skull.
A handsome face stained with blood, a dark red shirt fluttering.
He walked slowly over, stepping over Meng Xians body, and then again over his own.
“……”
The river god hung his hands and stared blankly at Shen Yi.
The elegance on her face was quickly replaced by tension: "Why did you come back, where is he?"
She looked back at him in a flurry, only to see the small road lit up by torches empty and deserted: "Ive collected all the treasures for him, where is he?"
With great effort in searching, the river god suddenly caught a whiff of an extremely familiar scent.
Her gaze slowly fell on Shen Yis body, hooking onto the clothes where he stored the demon dan. In a breath, her face surged with violent anger: "Youre looking for death!"
Hmph!
Shen Yi suddenly stepped forward, his hand holding a sharp knife with great force and chopped down heavily!
The perfect Greedy Wolf annihilates evil with all its might.
The blade swept through the sky, like a reaping scythe that steals souls in the dark night.
Under the rage of the River God, he didnt dodge at all. The moment he raised his palms, two crystal clear streams suddenly appeared out of thin air and transformed into chains that bound the sword body.
The invincible black blade, surprisingly stagnated in the gentle water flow, and the blood threads flowing on its edge were also washed away.
She had already exhausted herself greatly, and at this moment she was completely unrestrained.
The five fingers grasped a stream of water and transformed it into a long whip, which was fiercely lashed at the young man!
"Ill flay you alive and extract your bones, as an offering to the spirit of my Dragon King!"
The sound of the wind was like thunder, exploding and cracking, the water flowed down like a long whip, sharp and fierce, as if a long snake emerged from its lair, wanting to scrape off a layer of flesh from the young mans body.
Shen Yi relaxed his grip on the knife, allowing it to be locked in mid-air, and his body suddenly fluttered.
With feet on white ape, playing with python steps, five fingers suddenly clenched tightly.
He bent down and came within a foot of the woman in green, his eyes cold and stern.
The dense network of veins on her body was clearly visible before his eyes.
Seize the moment, capture the dragon!
A fist as white as jade smashed heavily onto Hé Shéns delicate face.
The next moment, losing the charm of disguise, greasy fat burst forth from her face.
Four hundred years of pampering, coupled with the leniency of the Demon-Suppressing Department towards her, had transformed the once benevolent River Goddess into a lazy glutton.
