Why am I flying in the sky?

Above the Heavenly Vault, Indra, with his beady eyes, took quite a while to realize his plight—he had been sent flying by a hammer and was still drifting through the sky!

How is this possible?!

I am the leader of the Four Great Demon Generals; how could I be sent flying by this nobody?

Indra steadied himself and turned his gaze to Yu Yuan, his face breaking into a strange smile that signaled his eagerness for the hunt, "Good, very good. It seems I've misjudged you; you are stronger than I thought..."

At this point, he stretched out his dry, bluish-black right hand, pointing at Yu Yuan and said: "You, are worthy to be my opponent!"

"Pah! What trash!"

Yu Yuan spat disdainfully and grumbled: "I thought you'd have some skills to be making noise here, and this is all you've got?!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Zhongzi quickly warned in a loud voice: "Every single Asura is a battle-crazed lunatic, and this Indra is the leader of the Four Great Demon Generals; his combat experience must be incredibly vast. Brother Dao, you must be very careful!"

Before his words even finished, he saw Indra's right hand summon a big flag with a black field and a red pole.

A mere flutter, and above the Nine Heavens, the sound of surging waves erupted.

Yun Zhongzi looked around, only to find the clear blue sky and bright sun replaced by blood-tide after endless blood-tide, enveloping everything from all directions.

At this moment, he felt as if he was in the midst of the Blood Sea.

These blood waves, under Indra's control, surged to great heights, pummeling towards them like monstrous mountains.

To be precise, Indra's target was Yu Yuan.

However, given the formidable power and vast range of this treasure, Yun Zhongzi was also enveloped.

Of course, this was of no concern to Indra.

To him, fighting one or two made no difference.

But he might not care, Yu Yuan certainly did.

Yu Yuan's thick brows furrowed as he gripped the Mixed Gold Hammer and charged forward, "Dare to hurt my great-nephew; you've really grown weary of living, haven't you?"

"Bring it on!"

Indra bellowed, waving the big flag in his hand, and immediately, eighteen blood waves rose up to block Yu Yuan's path.

However, the latter didn't even slow down. He turned into a rainbow blur, piercing straight through those eighteen blood waves without any hindrance.

Indra's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly swelled to several times his size, his head sprouting an additional face on each side and two more arms growing from his ribs.

Each of his four hands wielded a big flag, Red Sword, Blood Spear, and Turtle Shell Shield, flailing towards Yu Yuan as he advanced.

At the same time, the mouth on his left face spewed a blood-red flame, and the mouth on the right face spewed dense black smoke.

In the midst of smoke and fire, Yu Yuan showed no sign of retreat, swinging his hammer mightily.

To Indra's shock, his signature toxic smoke and blood flame did absolutely nothing against his opponent; he quickly brought out the Turtle Shell Shield, which turned into a large shell in front of him, while he brandished the Blood Spear and Red Sword towards Yu Yuan from the side.

"Bang!"

The Mixed Gold Hammer collided with the Turtle Shell Shield.

This Spiritual Treasure of unknown grade shattered in an instant, exploding into countless tiny fragments, like a deadly spray of sharp arrows under an unstoppable and mighty force.

Some of them directly pierced towards Indra, immediately perforating his body.

He hadn't anticipated this at all.

After all, who would expect their own treasure to "backstab" them first?

But what threw him into greater panic was the Mixed Gold Hammer following close behind, hammering directly towards his forehead.

At this point, Indra, the leader of the Four Great Demon Generals from the Asura Clan, felt the fear of being dominated by strength, much like the previously defeated Heavenly Immortals.

"Plop!"

A dull thud.

Indra's head, ripe as a watermelon, burst open.

Whites, reds, and blacks splattered in all directions.

"Ew~ (sound of disgust)"

Yu Yuan curled his lips in distaste, shaking the hammer, and looked at Indra—who stood with his head sunken into his neck but still standing: "It's all your fault for being so ugly; it made me use too much strength unconsciously."

Indra: "..."

Fortunately for those who've cultivated to the Golden Immortal Realm, even if the body burns to ash, a new one can be remade.

Thus, having a flattened head wasn't such a big deal for Indra.

Fuming with rage, Indra shook his head, and a new one just like the original sprouted from his neck.

"Kill!"

A resonant killing shout shook Yun Zhongzi's heart in the distance, the feeling of his Primordial Spirit being targeted by a killing intent.

Despite this, Indra had only Yu Yuan as his target, and he spewed out a red beam from his mouth.

But before the red beam could leave his lips, he saw the Mixed Gold Hammer swinging his way again.

"Plop!"

The same dull thud.

Indra's head burst once more like a ripe watermelon.

Whites, reds, and blacks splattered all over again...

"Ew~ (sound of disgust)"

Yu Yuan frowned, "Truly too ugly, unbearable to look at!"

Indra: "..."

If it's unbearable, then don't look!

Why must you smash my head in?

But after having his head smashed in twice in a row, he discovered a fact—the opponent seemed much stronger than him, completely beyond his ability to contend with!

At that thought, he could only suppress his fury, and without bothering to repair his head, his Primordial Spirit directly fled out and hovered above his body, glaring at Yu Yuan as he barked, "I am a disciple of Minghe Ancestor, you dare..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Yu Yuan swung the hammer again without hesitation, "Looking so ugly, yet you still dare to scare people pretending to be a ghost!"

Indra: "..."

The hammer struck directly onto his Primordial Spirit, causing him severe damage.

"Spare my life!"

Indra promptly spat out those two words.

Despite the immense unwillingness and resentment in his heart, he now earnestly pleaded, "Both Immortals, please spare my life. I was just confused for a moment, letting greed cloud my mind... I hope both Immortals can spare me this once!"

"Not so arrogant now?"

Yu Yuan snorted coldly, his gaze shifted to Yun Zhongzi, "Great nephew, you tell me, should we spare him?"

Yun Zhongzi hesitated slightly, thinking that such a vicious person should be directly suppressed for hundreds or thousands of years, but considering that Indra was a disciple of the Sect Hierarch Ming River, and although he himself was not afraid, Qi Zhongjun was just an Independent Immortal. If it triggered revenge from the Asura Clan, that wouldn't be good.

After some thought, he still said in a low voice, "First confiscate his ill-gotten gains... then let him go."

Yu Yuan glanced at him, guessing his thoughts accurately. He immediately smiled and nodded.

"Fine, we'll do as you say."

Having said that, he looked at the headless Indra, "Did you hear everything my great nephew said? Hand over all your treasures! Will you do it yourself, or should I use the Soul Searching Technique to find them?"

"I'll give them myself!"

Knowing the power of the Soul Searching Technique, Indra did not hesitate and hurriedly handed over his Red Sword, Blood Spear, Big Flag, and the Blood Lotus under his feet, then took out a Spiritual Medicine and a Star Banner.

"All my possessions are here, I only ask the two Immortals to spare my life!"

"Well said, well said."

Yu Yuan looked at those treasures and immediately grinned with delight, waving his hand, "Go then, go. The next time you find treasures, you can come find me again."

"Definitely, definitely!"

Indra secretly clenched his teeth and then transformed into a streak of blood light, rapidly fleeing.

He flew tens of thousands of miles before stopping, landing in a dense forest within a Secluded Valley.

After looking around and ensuring no one was present, his seething anger could no longer be suppressed.

"Qi Zhongjun!"

"One Qi Immortal!"

"I swear I will tear you both to pieces, soak your Primordial Spirits in the depths of the Blood Sea, and let you suffer from the torment of the blood demons for all eternity!"

After venting in such a manner, he then took out a Sound Transmission Treasure Pearl and crushed it forcefully.

Just then, a rainbow light descended from the sky.

"Puff!"

A muffled sound.

But this time, it wasn't just the head that exploded.

Indra's entire body was blown to pieces under an unimaginably tremendous force.

The mountain valley and dense forest around him also split apart, mountains shattered, boulders flew, and dust and smoke rose.

With Indra as the epicenter, everything within dozens of miles around turned into rubble.

Then, a Treasure Hall rose, collecting all the rubble, smoke and Indra's Primordial Spirit.

Everything returned to peace.

Leaving behind only a huge pit and a tall middle-aged Daoist.

He wore a mysterious Eight Diagrams Daoist robe, tall in stature, with a long beard under his chin, looking distinguished and extraordinary like a true hermit.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew past, lifting the crushed powder of the Sound Transmission Treasure Pearl, within which, a tall and ugly man's figure materialized in the air.

He frowned, looking towards the middle-aged Daoist in mid-air, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Where is Indra?"

"You don't even recognize me!"

The Daoist sneered proudly, "I am Dao Xing Venerable! That Indra just now tried to snatch my treasure and has been suppressed by me... I inform you of this as a warning, once you're out of the Blood Sea, you Asuras should behave!"

With that, he waved his robe, dismissing the tall man's figure without giving him a chance to speak.

In the next moment, his figure twisted and transformed, revealing Yu Yuan's majestic and distinguished True Body.

"I almost gave myself away, it looks like I need to practice this Transformation Technique more when I have time."

Muttering to himself, he surveyed his surroundings, erasing any traces of his own presence, then left contentedly.

After some time, several figures arrived.

Men and women.

The men were uglier and more ferocious than the last, and the women were exceptionally enchanting, like a deadly, poisonous flower.

"Brother Indra has indeed met with misfortune!"

"Looking at the marks on the ground, it really does look like they were made by that Demon Suppressing Treasure Mallet from Dao Xing!"

"Who else could it be? Didn't our eldest brother say so, Dao Xing himself admitted it... He even warned us!"

"How despicable! This guy is relying on being a disciple of a Saint, completely ignoring us!"

"No matter what, we can't just let today's matter go like this!"

"That's right! Brother Indra's death cannot be in vain!"

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