NOVPUBAfter half an hour of tempestuous wind and rain, Ye Ling went from initially holding back with embarrassment to eventually letting go completely.
However, at that time, outside the village, a tall figure slowly made his way toward Qingfeng Village. Flames flickered beneath his feet, with each step cracking and scorching the ground around him.
Bald-headed, with haughty eyes and bare chest, his skin was a purplish blue, and his body exuded a terrifying aura of death.
A drought demon, a fearsome monster steeped in Huaxia folklore, was once again stepping foot into Qingfeng Village.
Roar—a sudden deep and terrible roar sounded, causing all the villagers in Qingfeng Village to be stunned. Oh my, another man has arrived, this is getting really lively!
"Is this really okay for you guys?"
The drought demon's voice boomed like thunder. A bashful smile appeared on Ye Ling's face in the small pavilion. With a wave of his hand, a sweep of white light appeared in front of them, and when the light dissipated, Ye Ling and Wuwa had tidied themselves up.
Of course, Ye Ling's face was still somewhat flushed. He had never done anything like this in front of others before, and even if it was in front of a drought demon, to Ye Ling—a man of status—being seen was utterly embarrassing.
Though Wuwa also felt embarrassed, women, in certain respects, tend to be bolder than men.
"Drought demon? I want to ask, are you here for me?"
Ye Ling asked with an awkward smile. The cultivation of the drought demon standing opposite him was almost at the threshold of becoming an immortal, a horrific cultivation at the peak of the Divine Infant stage.
One more step and he would be at the level of a beast, the level of an Earth Immortal. If it reached that level, Ye Ling feared that it would take quite some effort to subdue it.
"I have lain buried for a thousand years, and in the darkness, I sensed a consciousness guiding me here."
"I don't want to hurt people, but I also don't want to leave, so I have been wandering around here."
"Now that I've seen you, I understand the reason the consciousness in the darkness guided me here—it was because of you."
Having said that, the drought demon suddenly moved. He was huge, and with one movement of his feet, the ground burst open with greenish flames shooting into the sky.
Crack—the drought demon struck with his palm; in that moment, his eyes lost all consciousness, filled only with a frenzy for slaughter.
This palm, this step, shook the entire Qingfeng Village into chaos, and Wuwa's face changed dramatically.
But the next moment, Ye Ling pointed with a single finger, and a beam of brilliant golden light shot into the sky, then enveloped the three of them like a misty rain.
The power of the drought demon was completely contained within that golden light barrier and then dissipated completely.
Sigh—however, by the time Ye Ling had finished all this, the drought demon's palm was already madly descending. Wuwa's eyes widened as she saw the drought demon's palm, wreathed in roaring flames, slam directly into Ye Ling's chest.
"No!"
Wuwa screamed frantically, but the next moment, she was stunned. Not just her, but the drought demon across from her too was stunned. His full-powered palm strike didn't manage to blast Ye Ling away, not even tearing his clothes.
No, that was absolutely impossible. Although the drought demon had not been awake for long, he was quite certain about his own strength.
His palm should have been lethal to any late-stage Divine Infant. But this fellow opposite him didn't look like he was beyond the late Divine Infant stage at all.
The consciousness from the darkness urged the drought demon to kill Ye Ling, amplifying this thought endlessly in his mind.
As the drought demon was still in a daze, Ye Ling suddenly raised his hand. His palm struck like thunder, brutally hitting the drought demon's chest with a noise as grating as the clash of iron weapons.
Clank, clank—the sound was so powerful that even Wuwa felt as if her ears would be completely deafened.
The drought demon's face twisted grotesquely, a mouthful of black blood spurted out, his chest heaving, stepping back repeatedly. Suddenly, his black mouth gaped wide.
Whoosh, whoosh! A black dragon of fire charged madly toward Ye Ling, its aura mighty, carrying an annihilative breath of destruction.
This attack would have required some effort from Ye Ling back when he was at the late stage of Divine Infant. But now, he didn't even need to use the Nine Great Immortal Infants from within his body.
The fearsome fire dragon approached menacingly without a change in Ye Ling's expression. He simply raised a finger, and a tiny golden point that was flickering slightly appeared quietly between them.
Just as the fire dragon reached Ye Ling's fingertip, that tiny glint of golden light burst forth with explosive growth!
Boom—a thunderous sound rang out, and that horrific golden light instantly enveloped the entire fire dragon. Strands of golden light coiled around the body of the fire dragon.
Creeeak—the once fierce and mad fire dragon was, in the blink of an eye, bound by those strands of golden light, unable to move an inch, and even showing signs of disintegration and destruction.
A single beam of golden light, terrifying to such an extent!
"Evil creature! If you don't cease now, I'll subdue you!"
Ye Ling shouted loudly, his voice thunderous. Unmatched golden light surged from his body into the sky, and his divine might spread far and wide, bringing forth a fearsome aura that, at that moment, descended with overwhelming force.
This presence, almost divine, made the drought demon feel as if he was being watched by the Heavenly Dao itself, knowing that any further movements would result in being struck down directly!
