Yang Zhen risked his life, flying forward at his maximum speed.
He had never flown this fast in his entire life.
But he was not doing it merely to survive.
He had only a few years of life remaining.
To recover the Foundation-building Pill last time, he had consumed a Soul-Devouring Pill, which cost him one year of his lifespan. Yang Zhen estimated he could only live for another two or three years at most.
The reason he was fleeing so desperately was because the Foundation-building Pill was still in the Storage Pouch at his waist.
He wanted to do his best to preserve this pill for the younger generations of the Yang Family.
Although that Demon’s Cultivation was extremely high, there was only one of him after all.
After he broke through the Tianlei Fumo Formation, it would be impossible for him to kill all 100 Yang Family juniors at once. Some would surely escape.
As long as this Foundation-building Pill and those Po Zhang Dan remained, the Yang Family Cultivators could still stage a comeback, grow strong again, and continue their control over Xichuan.
He fled for the future of the Yang Family.
Yang Zhen glanced back and saw a Dun Guang following closely behind him.
It had flown out from the Yang Family Residence and was heading straight for him.
The distance between the two was rapidly shrinking.
Yang Zhen’s old face turned ashen, and his mind was on the verge of collapsing.
‘Is this Demon insane? Why is he relentlessly pursuing an old man with one foot in the grave?’
‘Did I kill your whole family?’
Yang Zhen gritted his teeth. Disregarding the fact that he was in the twilight of his life, he took out a Soul-Devouring Pill and swallowed it in one gulp.
He absolutely could not die at the hands of this Demon.
If he were killed and his Storage Pouch was stolen, the Yang Family would be completely finished.
If they lost two Foundation-building Pills in a row, no matter how much the superiors favored the Yang Family, they would never grant a third one.
‘For the future of the Yang Family, I’ll risk everything!’
Under the influence of the Soul-Devouring Pill, Yang Zhen’s speed suddenly increased.
For a moment, the distance between him and Zhang Zongnian remained stable.
Zhang Zongnian could not catch him, but he could not shake Zhang Zongnian off either.
The two remained in this stalemate for a while.
Zhang Zongnian followed closely behind Yang Zhen, his heart growing more anxious.
He was originally about to catch up to that old dog, but the old fellow had suddenly accelerated, reaching a speed that was now neck and neck with his own.
Meanwhile, the blood in his body was churning, and his Demon Aura was extremely chaotic. He was almost unable to suppress it any longer.
If it were not for the rapid melting of his Serpent Core providing him with powerful energy, he would have already been unable to maintain flight and fallen to the ground.
He clearly felt that his time was running out.
Yet, he still could not close the distance between himself and the old dog of the Yang Family.
Zhang Zongnian felt extremely unwilling.
Was he really going to watch the murderer who killed his Mother walk away right before his eyes?
He gritted his teeth, gripped the Long Sword in his hand, and threw it at Yang Zhen with all his strength.
After throwing the Long Sword, his strength immediately vanished.
He could no longer restrain the Demon Aura rampaging through his Meridians and fell straight toward the ground.
Driven by powerful Demon Power, the Long Sword streaked across the sky like a brilliant flash of light, crossing the distance between them and piercing Yang Zhen’s back.
A spiritual light emerged from Yang Zhen’s Protective Dharma Robe, blocking the lethal blow for him.
However, the sword, which carried all of Zhang Zongnian’s Demon Power, still pierced through the robe, and the tip entered his body by about 1 inch.
Yang Zhen stumbled and also plummeted toward the ground.
His old face paled with terror, thinking that Zhang Zongnian had caught up to him.
However, when he looked back, he realized that what had caught him was only a Long Sword.
The terrifying Grand Demon who had been relentlessly pursuing him had actually fallen to the ground before he did.
Yang Zhen endured the pain and pulled out the Long Sword from his back. Floating in mid-air, he was filled with suspicion.
He watched Zhang Zongnian from a distance, fearing the Demon was trying to trick him into coming closer.
By now, Zhang Zongnian’s Serpent Core had completely dissolved.
His entire body was wracked with rampaging Demon Power, feeling as if he were being cut by a thousand blades.
He stopped the burning of his Serpent Core, sat cross-legged, and used all his strength to suppress the backlash within him.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from his forehead.
Watching from a distance, Yang Zhen discovered that Zhang Zongnian’s aura had drastically diminished.
He was no longer as powerful as before; his Cultivation had even fallen from the Core Condensation Stage of a Grand Demon back down to the Body Tempering Stage.
The Demon Aura around him was extremely chaotic, and it was obvious that his condition was terrible.
Yang Zhen was stunned, wondering why the Demon had suddenly ended up like this.
But he soon realized. This Demon’s sudden surge in power to break through the Tianlei Fumo Formation must have been due to some secret technique.
He had temporarily strengthened himself, achieving an effect similar to the Soul-Devouring Pill.
And this kind of temporary enhancement usually caused severe damage to the user.
Just like the Soul-Devouring Pill consumed the user’s lifespan.
The Demon must be suffering the backlash of that secret technique right now.
Wild joy surged in Yang Zhen’s heart.
The effects of his Soul-Devouring Pill were almost exhausted.
He had thought he would surely die today, and the Foundation-building Pill, which was vital to the Yang Family’s future, would likely fall into the Demon’s hands.
He never expected the Demon to fail first.
He observed for a while longer, sensing that Zhang Zongnian’s state was indeed not feigned.
Only then did he fly over with peace of mind and slowly walk up to Zhang Zongnian.
Zhang Zongnian watched helplessly as Yang Zhen approached him, yet he could not even manage to stand up.
His Serpent Core had rapidly disintegrated into an irregular solid mass.
His Cultivation had fallen to the Late Body Tempering stage, demoting him from a Grand Demon back to a Lesser Beast.
Even without the backlash of the Demon Aura, a Lesser Beast like him had no power to oppose a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
Zhang Zongnian stared at Yang Zhen with wide, glaring eyes, his heart filled with anger, despair, and sorrow.
He had not expected heaven to toy with him like this.
In the end, he still could not avenge his Mother.
He was filled with hatred.
Seeing that Zhang Zongnian no longer had the strength to resist, Yang Zhen’s face immediately twisted with arrogance and ecstasy.
Holding the Long Sword, he stood before Zhang Zongnian and looked down at him, mocking, “Didn’t you want to kill this old man? I am standing right here now, waiting for you to kill me. Go ahead, make your move.”
Zhang Zongnian spat on the ground and turned his head away, no longer wanting to look at that smug face.
Yang Zhen shook his head and sneered, “Originally, as a Grand Demon, your Serpent Core had some value. It could have been exchanged for several Po Zhang Dan (High Grade) for those worthless juniors of my Yang Family. Unfortunately, your realm has fallen, and you have become a useless Lesser Beast. That Serpent Core is now worthless.”
“But that’s fine. As long as you are a Demon, the parts of your body are more or less useful. Your Demon Blood can be used for Yao, for drawing talismans, your bones can be used as materials, and your meat is also a delicacy. Your Demon Whip, in particular, is an excellent ingredient for virility medicine.”
“The effects are best when the Demon Whip is harvested while the subject is still alive. I think I’ll take yours first.”
As Yang Zhen spoke, he raised the Long Sword with a cruel grin, preparing to stab Zhang Zongnian.
Hearing those insulting words, the fire of rage in Zhang Zongnian’s heart became impossible to suppress.
He let out a roar and struggled to his feet, lunging toward Yang Zhen.