Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 392 - 88: Shinyori Piloting the Plane

Chapter 392: Chapter 88: Shinyori Piloting the Plane

Rikoku Cultivators united to defend the Departure Palace, while the situation with the Allied Forces varied.

The Lihuayuan Swordsmen were relatively straightforward, being all sword cultivators with strong long-range projection power, so they could focus on the attack; the superheroes, however, were all Transcendents from Europe, with professions ranging from melee to ranged, and those with ranged abilities could contribute to fire support, but the melee professionals had nothing to do, idling about in anxiety.

This was especially true for the Berserkers, most of whom were primarily melee combatants. After wandering bored around the ranged positions for half a day, led by “White Lion” Hamilton, they approached Captain Stevenson, the commander, to protest and request to join the frontline battle.

Could Stevenson agree? Once these men charged into the Departure Palace with the Onmyoji and got their hands on the spoils of war, getting them to cough it up would be an insurmountable challenge, an utter fantasy, simply impossible!

Thus, he could only patiently pacify them by saying that he had already worked it all out with them, letting the Onmyoji go in first to take the treasures, which would then be handed over for everyone to divide up afterward—if they reneged on the deal later, we’d just unite with the Lihuayuan Swordsmen and kill them all, then the treasures would still be ours, with far fewer people to share.

But if we violate the agreement now and cause infighting within the Allied Forces, failing to break through the defensive line of Rikoku Cultivators, then everyone would end up with nothing, having invested in vain.

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This simple logic, all of you should understand it.

Of course, the Berserkers understood, but they were pretending not to at the moment, hoping to leverage this to demand priority in the subsequent distribution of loot. They surrounded Stevenson and started to clamor: We didn’t get the chance to fight to our satisfaction, and as captain, you need to provide an explanation for us, or else we will find our own explanation!

Xiandao Jingyin was already frustrated with issues concerning Shenyuan Simie and found that problems had arisen at the rear position, feeling downright murderous at the moment, and could only quickly send a messenger back to urge Stevenson to swiftly suppress his subordinates and not to affect the major offensive strategy.

No sooner had someone been dispatched to the rear than news came from the frontlines: Shenyuan Simie had been thrown out by Rikoku Cultivators!

Xiandao Jingyin hurriedly looked and was immediately shocked and speechless.

It turned out that Yan Yu had tied Shenyuan Simie to the Huang Tingjian and then manipulated the sword light to fly chaotically everywhere, allowing all the Onmyoji to appreciate the carefree stance of “Sword-Human Unity” of Lord Shinyori.

The Huang Tingjian was a heavy sword, broad and thick, and therefore able to carry the weight of Shenyuan Simie, even though the speed inevitably decreased.

Xiandao Jingyin promptly ordered everyone to attack Shenyuan Simie—killing him would trigger his paper effigy substitution technique, allowing his real body to be successfully teleported back to our formation, then plans could be made.

But how well did Yan Yu understand the Onmyoji? He knew their attack methods, approximately how powerful their strikes were, even clearer than they did themselves. So, he intentionally lowered the height of the Huang Tingjian, placing Shenyuan Simie in a position that seemed within reach but was actually completely unattainable.

Shenyuan Simie did not know this and only knew that with every second he remained trapped, he was losing more face amidst the cheers and laughter of the world’s people, and urgently yelled out in Japanese:

“Kill me! Kill me!”

With both Demon Kings issuing orders, how could the Onmyoji not obey? They immediately ceased their attack on the Departure Palace and instead directed their firepower at the Huang Tingjian soaring above them.

The Rikoku Cultivators also felt the pressure of defense lighten all at once and quickly each consumed an Elixir Medicine, concentrating on refining and restoring their True Yuan, every bit they could recover mattered.

“You’re making the mockery too obvious.” Chen Lingyun commented, “Your intentions are too clear, they’ll soon realize something’s wrong.”

“Then what do you propose?” Yan Yu replied, the ruler ready to humbly accept the beauty’s admonishment during the time of war.

“At the very least, you should let them land a few hits, to give the impression that you’re ‘not very skilled at judging distance’,” Chen Lingyun said with a smile, “Of course, as long as Shenyuan Simie isn’t killed, they will sooner or later realize it, but at least we can delay that moment.”

“Agreed.” Yan Yu nodded.

He manipulated the light of the Huang Tingjian to lower its height, deliberately exposing himself to the firepower range of the Onmyoji below.

Without the protection of Ye Jun’s Xuan Guang Ruler, Shenyuan Simie was swiftly hit by blades—his body was impaled with more than a dozen shuriken and throwing knives, even poisoned, and he felt no pain from the wounds, or rather, had lost all sensation.

Good, just like that, kill me quickly! Shenyuan Simie screamed inwardly.

Seeing someone finally make a successful attack, Xiandao Jingyin also breathed a sigh of relief, stealthily producing the Eight-feet Mirror from behind.

This object was a replica created using the divine power of the Yata Mirror, possessing endless marvelous applications. Xiandao Jingyin quietly activated it, and instantly, a celestial crane flew out, blending into the attacks and rushing towards the Huang Tingjian.

But Yan Yu had exceptionally sharp eyes, and his hand’s sword technique immediately changed, manipulating the Huang Tingjian to rapidly retreat.

However, they only saw the celestial crane flying faster and faster, eventually turning into a streak of silver light and directly hitting the Huang Tingjian!

Before the Onmyoji could take a breath of relief, they saw the Huang Tingjian that was sent flying, return to Yan Yu’s side—Shenyuan Simie was still tied on it, gasping for breath weakly, and not killed by the strike.

In the instant before the celestial crane hit, Yan Yu turned the blade 180 degrees, allowing the Huang Tingjian to take the hit for Shenyuan Simie.

“That’s pretty miserable,” Liu Longtao commented, “It’s just that there are quite a few wounds.”

“I won’t let him die,” Yan Yu, bringing the Huang Tingjian over to Su Yunjin, transmitted, “Yun Jin, stop his bleeding.”

“Alright,” Su Yunjin extended two fingers, pressing on several of Shenyuan Simie’s major acupoints, forcibly stopping his bleeding.

With his condition stabilized once more, Shenyuan Simie’s heart sank to the bottom, only to glare at Su Yunjin with a sour look and said in halting Rikoku language:

“For today’s grace, a tenfold return must be paid in the coming days.”

Su Yunjin paid no attention to his threats, simply taking out a Detoxification Pill and flicking it into his mouth while he was speaking, replying indifferently:

“We shall see.”

“What nonsense are you talking there!” Yan Yu, seeing him even trying to chat up Yun Jin, quickly called the Huang Tingjian back to his side, smiling insincerely, “Your next flight is about to take off, don’t delay.”

“Wait a moment!” Zhao Yuanzhen suddenly said.

“What do you want to do?” Yan Yu asked.

“I’ll shave his head,” Zhao Yuanzhen laughed, “I wonder if your method of using straw effigies to avoid death would allow his hair to grow back.”

Shenyuan Simie’s face instantly turned pale. The method of using straw effigies to transfer all “damages” could divert them onto effigies, but cut hair was not considered “damage,” and even if he were taken back to the main formation, the haircut would remain.

“I’ll shave you bald first,” Zhao Yuanzhen took out the Yin Wind Sword, about to do the deed himself, but heard Chen Lingyun suggest:

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“Bald doesn’t look good. Better to shave the top clean and leave a ring around it, creating a classic middle-aged, balding man’s Mediterranean look.”

“Great idea!” Zhao Yuanzhen immediately agreed.

“Or, how about we put some makeup on him?” Ye Jun also came over to join in the fun, “Apply some lipstick so that when he flies the plane later, he’ll stand out more.”

“I don’t know how to do makeup,” Zhao Yuanzhen said dejectedly, “If only Ruoxi were here.”

“No worries, you don’t need to know how,” Ye Jun handed over an eyeliner pencil and a lipstick to Zhao Yuanzhen, “After all, he’s not asking to look good, just freestyle it. They are attacking again over there, I have to go back.”

Freestyle, huh? Zhao Yuanzhen fell silent for a moment, then suddenly revealed a maliciously evil grin.

Shenyuan Simie, on the other hand, fell into a state of fear.