My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me-Chapter 192 - 97: Sword of the Great River

Yan Gao’s appearance was vastly different from the typical impression of a Demon Cultivator. He was a tall, burly man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a dignified, square face, exuding a commanding presence.

If one didn’t know his identity as a Demon Cultivator, they would only mistake him for a wandering martial hero.

He put away the Dharma Mirror in his hand and turned to look at Yang Jing.

"You, Daoist. When did you pop out of nowhere? Setting off a thunderclap for no reason... you trying to scare me?"

A piercing killing intent pressed down on Yang Jing.

Yang Jing’s expression remained serene, as if this terrifying killing intent was merely a gentle breeze brushing past his face.

"I had planned on a sneak attack to take your head. But then I remembered how you enjoy torturing opponents once victory is certain, and that those who die by your hand rarely leave a complete corpse. It occurred to me that killing you with a single strike would be letting you off far too easily."

Yan Gao’s eyes flew wide open, a hint of savagery flashing within them.

"I never thought a refined-looking Daoist like you would be such a braggart. I wonder if your mouth will still be so tough when I’m tearing off your arms and legs."

The Demon summoned by the Sun Godslaying Manual is the Sun Demon, a unique type among Celestial Demons. While ordinary Celestial Demons are mostly suppressed by Sun Essence Qi, the Sun Demon can absorb it and even bathe in Sun True Fire.

However, this particular Demon Scripture was also the most dangerous of them all.

The Sun Demon’s Demonic Qi was as scorching as the Great Sun. The slightest misstep could lead to self-immolation, reducing the cultivator to a charred corpse. Unless they possessed a special Spirit Root, Cultivators from the Profound Sun Demon Sect would typically first practice a Body Refinement Demon Skill to increase their tolerance to the Great Sun Demon Qi before carefully guiding it into their bodies.

Yan Gao was the Profound Sun Demon Sect’s most outstanding True Disciple in the last sixty years. He had not only cultivated the Sun Godslaying Manual to a very high Realm but also had a deep foundation in the Dragon Power Demon Scripture, which was likewise at the Foundation Establishment Perfection Realm.

His physique was perhaps the strongest Yang Jing had ever seen among Foundation Establishment Cultivators, even a notch above Iron Head’s.

With a roar, Yan Gao’s already tall frame shot up, transforming him into a giant over ten feet tall. Wisps of Demonic Qi seeped from his skin, solidifying into Scale Armor covered in strange Demon Patterns.

Two Demon Horns sprouted from the top of his head.

In an instant, Yan Gao had transformed from a burly man into a Dragon Power Demon. The Magic he had comprehended at the Law Enforcement Pass was the Bone Stretching Skill; as his physical body grew, his Qi Power also increased tremendously.

He could shatter the Spiritual Light of an ordinary Defensive Spiritual Artifact with a simple squeeze of his hands.

Yan Gao kicked off the ground, his massive body hurtling toward Yang Jing at an astonishing speed. ’These fragile Six Sects Cultivators,’ he thought with confidence, ’are nothing but playthings in my grasp once I get close.’

Yang Jing circulated his Magical Power, and the Five Elements Wheel converted all of it to the Water Element.

The next instant, the sound of surging waves echoed beside him as vast quantities of Spirit Water condensed from thin air, forming a great river that rushed toward Yan Gao.

The river was surprisingly agile, winding and twisting through the air. It even seemed to faintly contain some kind of Sword Momentum. Yan Gao dodged left and right, but he could not escape its relentless pursuit.

He could only cross his arms above his head as a scorching, pale Great Sun Demon Fire erupted from his entire body.

The next moment, the roiling river of Magical Power descended from the sky, crashing down upon Yan Gao.

Yan Gao let out a muffled grunt. He felt as if every single droplet in that river weighed dozens of pounds and carried a bone-chilling cold.

When countless such droplets converged into a river and crashed down upon him, it felt like a mountain was bearing down on him.

He could only resist with all his might, using the Great Sun Demon Fire.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion resounded as muddy waves surged and steam billowed everywhere.

A Cyan Gold Light flashed in Yang Jing’s eyes as he stared at Yan Gao, who was hidden within the mist. ’I didn’t even use any real Magic just now,’ he mused. ’I simply condensed Spirit Water with my Magical Power and threw it at him.’

’After obtaining the Divine Technique of the Five Elements Great Escape, the wondrous applications of Magical Power are simply a matter of thought. Ordinary Five Elements Techniques are inferior to a flash of my own Spiritual Mechanism.’

The next moment, Yan Gao burst from the mist, his eyes bloodshot. Many of his Demon Scales were shattered, and trickles of fresh blood seeped out from them, staining them red.

In his hand, he now held a Long Saber wreathed in pale Demon Fire.

"Die!"

As his saber’s momentum flared, it transformed into a scorching Sun God Slaying Saber Qi that slashed straight toward Yang Jing.

Once the Sun Godslaying Manual was cultivated to a certain Realm, one could project Sun Godslaying Needles from their hands. These needles were incredibly insidious; they not only corroded the flesh but could also annihilate the Divine Soul. Being struck by a single needle, even if it wasn’t fatal, would damage the Divine Soul and reduce the victim to a witless fool.

Yan Gao’s Cultivation was naturally not at that level yet. The ability to unleash the Sun God Slaying Saber Qi with the help of the Spiritual Artifact in his hand was already enough to make him a top contender among the Profound Sun Demon Sect’s many True Disciples.

Yang Jing dared not underestimate the infamous Sun Godslaying Manual. The Spirit Water he had condensed from his Magical Power formed a tidal wave and crashed against the incoming Saber Qi.

The Sun God Slaying Saber Qi struck the wave, instantly carving a ten-foot-wide gash and piercing through it.

However, after passing through the wave, the Saber Qi was a spent force and quickly dissipated.

"Is that the only decent Magic you know?"

Yan Gao’s face twisted into a snarl as he stared at the nonchalant Yang Jing.

"No," Yang Jing said. "I’m just using you for practice."

"It seems your Cultivation in the Sun Godslaying Manual is nothing special after all. I was hoping to get a taste of the Sun Godslaying Needle." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The next moment, he clapped his palms together. The Spirit Water he had previously condensed instantly rose into the air, gathering into a river even grander than before.

Yang Jing formed a sword seal, directly commanding the great river with the Sword Intent from his Twenty-Four Solar Terms Swordsmanship and the Talent of his Five Elements Magical Sword.

This technique perfectly embodied the principles of the Water Element—vast, unrestrained, and ever-flowing.

The river in the sky instantly swelled in power, now suffused with a piercing Sword Intent.

Yan Gao’s expression was one of pure shock. ’When did the Six Sects develop such a terrifyingly powerful Water Element Magic?’ The veins on his arms bulged as he frantically channeled his Great Sun Demon Qi, unleashing one fierce Sun God Slaying Saber Qi after another.

The scorching Saber Qi strikes were like ants trying to shake a tree; they were instantly shattered and scattered by the river’s inexorable charge.

Yan Gao’s face was a mask of savagery. He held his saber horizontally before him as a torrent of Great Sun Demon Qi poured out, nearly forming a pale Great Sun.

BOOM!

The river, carrying the weight of a mountain, transformed into a sword. It crashed into Yan Gao, grinding him backward along the ground. Like a giant plow, it carved a ravine nearly half a mile long in the earth, while the colossal force and sharp Sword Intent obliterated everything in its path.

Yang Jing soared into the air, positioning himself directly above Yan Gao.

Yan Gao was a gruesome sight. A gaping, basin-sized hole had been torn through his left side, with all flesh and bone within it having vanished completely. The arms that held his saber were twisted at unnatural angles, the jagged shards of his broken bones piercing through his skin.

Elsewhere on his body, his scales had been peeled back by the sharp Sword Intent, making it look as though he’d been flayed alive. Not a single patch of his skin was left unscathed.

His feet had been ground away, revealing the stark white bone underneath.

It was only because his Cultivation in the Dragon Power Demon Scripture was so high, making his physical body far tougher than that of his peers, that this single attack hadn’t turned him into a paste of flesh and blood.

"What... what was that technique?"

Yan Gao felt as if every bone in his body had been shattered by that river-sword.

"I haven’t gotten around to naming it."

Yang Jing stared down expressionlessly at Yan Gao on the ground.

Yan Gao erupted in fury.

"Are you toying with me!?"