Spirit Vessel

Chapter 1101: Grandpa Yu And The Old Golden Crow

Three pseudo saints have appeared just because of a half-demon. Everyone could see that they weren’t here for revenge but rather, for the sacred inner core inside the demon.

“No mercy for intruders.” The woman in blue stood on top of a great bamboo tree and summoned an ancient boat in her palm. Her gorgeous eyes looked aggressive and merciless.

“There are three of us, you stand no chance.” The golden crow said.

“Be smart and leave or we will kill you as well.” The ancestor of the witch trees snorted.

The nine-headed serpent kept it simple: “Delicious.”

Heavy rain mixed with rising mist resulted in a picturesque scene. However, the atmosphere was tense and oppressive. Four pseudo-saints faced each other and left immense pressure in the region.

Suddenly, black clouds appeared on the horizon with strong murderous energy.contemporary romance

Dozens of memorial tablets could be seen within them.

“The King of Jade.”

“Witch Sword.”

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These graves belonged to powerful corpses and exuded the stench of blood.

“Why is this cemetery flying?!” A specter became afraid. He had been to the border of this cemetery before and understood how suicidal it was to enter after nearly being killed in the outer forest.

“This half-demon is fatefully connected to me, leave now!” The Evil Woman stood on top of a tablet; her white dress fluttered in the wind.

“His inner core is mine!” The nine-headed serpent opened its mouths and revealed nine immemorial blades, all at the fifteenth rank and up.

“Let’s get started then.” The Evil Woman sent sixty-two tablets down, each with its own unique corpse dao.

“Rumble!” The moment the two forces collided, an area of ten million miles was immediately flattened. Countless mortals and cultivators died a violent death.

Meanwhile, the witch tree ancestor and the woman in blue have started fighting as well. Two towering trees contested and pierced the sky.

Radiant Lord smiled and flapped his wings, appearing above Feng Feiyun. He opened his mouth and wanted to devour him.

“Boom!” A red whip soared through the air and sent him flying for ten thousand miles.

“Another? Show yourself!” He turned back to an old man wearing a golden dress. There was a bloody gash on his face now.

Grandpa Yu stood in front of a waterfall by the mountain ridge. He stroked his beard and said: “It is a great fortune, a monumental occasion that a half-demon was able to break the curse. Your immemorial races are strong enough and should stop bullying half-demons, know when to stop.”

“They are wretched and should be slaves! We are supreme and have the right to stomp on them! What will you do about it?!” The pseudo-saint was arrogant due to his prestigious bloodline. He believed in his cultivation as well.

“Whoosh!” Grandpa Yu attacked with his beard again, sending the saint flying for the second time.

Spectators from far away couldn’t believe it and started speculating his identity.

“He’s that strong? Maybe an ancestor from the Kun Peng?” Someone said.

“There is still someone so strong there, this place has so many hidden experts. The fourth prince was suicidal, I don’t even know how he is still alive.”

The golden crow understood that this would be a tough fight and asked: “Who are you? Do you know the consequences of opposing us.”

“I am a half-demon.” Grandpa Yu said before shooting out his two whiskers and capturing the golden crow. A soul-draining process started.

“Break!” The golden crow summoned a resplendent fiery sword, wanting to cut the beard.

He then turned into a gigantic bird again. His wing flaps caused violent gales as he fled.

“Come back here.” The beard coiled around him again and was tighter this time. Lightning bolts coursed through it in order to weaken the prey.

The pseudo-saint bellowed in agony and couldn’t break free. How can this half-demon be so strong?!

“Boom!” A void circle appeared and the fiery claw of another golden crow came out to hit Grandpa Yu.

“Die!” Grandpa Yu issued a tiger roar and shot out a tiger claw from his eyes to break the incoming attack.

Radiant Lord took advantage of this and escape far away. Once he came to a safe distance, he stared at the old man in disbelief.

Another old man came out of the void circle, covered in golden fur with fiery sparks.

Radiant Lord came over and lowered his head slightly: “Grandfather, you’re here too?”

This old man had reached the pseudo-saint realm long ago. He could very well be in the demi-saint realm now.

“I thought that half-demons were the lowliest beings yet behold, two monsters right before me. Your cultivation is impressive. Join our tribe and I will bestow you a territory.” The golden crow told Grandpa Yu.

This confirmed to everyone that he was truly a half-demon. But how could a half-demon defeat a pseudo-saint from an immemorial race?

Cultivators thought that Feiyun was already the strongest half-demon after breaking the shackles. Now, there was an even stronger half-demon.

“No one can make me submit, and definitely not your golden crow tribe.” Grandpa Yu spoke with both hands behind his back.

“We are immemorial, far stronger than the humans. During our golden age, our ancestors’ sparks alone during their vacations nearly annihilated the humans by accident. You are a half-human yet you dare to insult us? Only death awaits you then.”

“Die!” The old golden crow’s aura doubled in size. Runes appeared on his hand as he summon a great cauldron. Its heat was blazing enough to nearly melt Heaven’s Emergence cultivators nearby.

This once belonged to a saint during time immemorial. Although it wasn’t a saint vessel, it had the dao and energy of its previous user.

“Grand Brazier!” He planned on burning all of Lotus Spirit Mountain.

Grandpa Yu was the main target of the brazier. Fish scales appeared on his arms as he lunged for the cauldron.

“Boom! Boom!” The region became chaotic as people couldn’t see how fast he was - only a beam and an inferno.

“I admit that you are stronger than me but you will not be able to stop this treasure!” The old golden crow added his own flames to the cauldron. The runes on the treasure became brighter.

Grandpa Yu had a radiant path beneath his feet as he tried to stop the cauldron. His morale was still high.

‘Grandpa Yu might be stronger than that old crow but he doesn’t have an equivalent treasure.’ Feiyun was trying his best to control his inner core and only sent out one divine intent to watch the fight. He became worried for the old man.

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