“What a Sili Xiaowei, what a slayer of demons!”

“Just a mere late-stage Crouching Tiger, with such low cultivation, yet such a boastful tone!”

Accompanying the roars of a tiger, the mountain mist suddenly thickened.

Wei Yuan took a half step back, his twin swords crossed, biting the tip of his tongue and using blood to imbue them with spiritual power.

The two swords almost emitted a visible bloody aura.

Then, using the Xuan Yuan Sword Art, the swords seemed to be wrapped in sword energy.

The Mountain God Temple was destroyed, and the seal had only just been broken.

This was the Mountain Lord's most vulnerable moment.

Accompanied by a deep tiger's roar, what walked out of the demonic mist was not the young man in white, but a magnificent tiger with a white forehead and piercing eyes. Its fur represented a dangerous predator, with sharp teeth and claws. The key point was its size: this was a behemoth that was two or three stories tall.

Its fur stood on end, and its indifferent yellow pupils locked onto its prey, with the composure of a feline predator, slowly taking steps.

Its massive claws gently pressed against the ground, yet made no sound.

Strength and agility were vividly displayed in the Mountain Lord's true form.

Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly.

He was no longer afraid of ordinary tigers; with a sword in hand, he had no fear.

However, the Mountain Lord before him was excessively large. Wei Yuan wasn't even enough for a single bite. Even standing up, the sword in his hand might not reach its abdomen. Wei Yuan had known from the beginning that he was facing a demon, a former Mountain God, but its size was still too overwhelming.

Only when truly facing the true form of such a great demon could one feel the fear and chill that seeped from the bones.

And this was after being suppressed for over a thousand, nearly two thousand years, with the Mountain God Temple destroyed.

Just what did the ancient Sili Xiaowei seal away?!

What was China like in the late Zhou Dynasty, between Qin and Han?

Wei Yuan held his twin swords, retreating slowly.

The Mountain Lord roared deeply, not yet attacking. A hurricane had already formed, tearing towards Wei Yuan. Along the way, gravel, the sharp shrapnel left by the single soldier weapon, and dead trees on the mountain were all swept in, creating a scalp-numbing sound as they tore towards Wei Yuan from all directions.

A violent, typhoon-like tearing sound rushed towards Wei Yuan.

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger!

Wei Yuan's face changed. He moved his feet, wanting to dodge, but the hurricane slowed his movements by more than half. If he quickly evaded with his back to the hurricane, the shrapnel inside, spinning at high speed, would be enough to kill him!

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, his eyes widening, seeing that these micro-whirlwinds were a gathering of demonic power.

The bloody sword energy on the twin swords surged.

The Crouching Tiger Spiritual Injection Divine Power was naturally effective against the power of demons and ghosts.

He couldn't cut through ordinary wind, but he might be able to handle the demonic vortex. Wei Yuan hardened his heart, his feet stepping on the ground, his hands wielding the long and short swords, crossing them to cut through the hurricane. The sword blades slashed into the eye of the wind, sweeping away the shrapnel, then fiercely stabbing into the demonic core of the hurricane.

A violent tremor reverberated through the sword and into Wei Yuan's palm, causing his tiger's mouth to crack.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, and the sword in his hand slashed down.

With a crisp cracking sound, the whirlwind dissipated.

The hurricane swept violently to both sides.

Wei Yuan's cheek had been accidentally injured by shrapnel, and blood flowed.

Before he could even take a breath to recover, a shrill howl exploded.

A huge shadow directly enveloped Wei Yuan.

The Tiger Lord had already seized the opportunity to pounce.

Wei Yuan rolled backward to avoid it, almost falling off the mountain. The Tiger Lord's true form had just pounced fiercely, and its claws landed on the ground. The hard earth and rock were shattered like tofu. The tiger pushed off with its hind legs, and its front claws, as sharp as sword blades, crossed to slash at Wei Yuan.

The sharp sound of tearing through the air made it seem as if several cold swords were blocking the path ahead.

Wei Yuan suddenly dropped to the ground, dodging the attack, then exerted force throughout his body, rushing under the tiger's waist and rolling to the side. He heard an extremely shrill whistling sound. The Mountain Lord's body swayed, and its tail swept across, smashing the surrounding mountain rocks and trees into pieces like a steel whip.

The residual force carved a shocking arc-shaped gully in the ground.

Wei Yuan barely avoided this powerful attack, but he sensed a subtle anomaly in his heart. The Tiger Lord's moves were heavy and domineering, but somewhat too rigid. Its power was immense, but its weaknesses were also considerable, not at all like the state a feline predator should be in.

With no time to think, the opportunity would be lost. In that instant, Wei Yuan held the broken sword in his hand, tearing it fiercely towards the tiger's Achilles tendon. The baleful aura of the Qi Family Army's war souls, the yin energy that nourished the Yin ghosts, and the blessing of the Sili Xiaowei's blood injection, caused the broken sword to draw a sword light, catching the tiger's hind leg.

The recoil, however, made Wei Yuan's palm go numb.

He gritted his teeth and exhaled loudly.

The Crouching Tiger waist牌 emitted a low tiger's roar.

The tiger suddenly spun around, its claws attacking.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Wei Yuan's eyes. He didn't avoid the tiger's claws by following its spin, but instead used force against the tiger's movement. His own strength combined with the tiger's force. Accompanied by the tiger's angry roar, the Achilles tendon of its right hind leg was directly torn open by Wei Yuan's broken sword, creating a hideous gash.

The tiger's claws slammed down fiercely.

All of Wei Yuan's nerves were tightly stretched. Under the influence of the drugs he had just injected, his mind was in an extremely active state. Relying on his footwork, he managed to avoid the sweeping tiger's claws in the narrowest of margins.

The tiger's claws collapsed a section of the cliff.

The demonic power swept out with a wave of air. Wei Yuan groaned, feeling that the Crouching Tiger protective magic had been directly broken. His chest and abdomen were agitated, and a hint of bloodiness rose in his throat. But the twin swords in his hands did not hesitate. He leaned to the side, positioning them at his waist, and then, with a heavy and powerful force, used the sword art techniques, which had large openings, to fiercely cut at the tiger's Achilles tendon.

The broken sword was not long enough after all.

This time, the Eight-Sided Han Sword nearly doubled the size of the wound.

The tiger roared in anger, but its movements were obviously distorted as it leaped.

The tiger's tail lashed out, and Wei Yuan barely managed to avoid it by lying down.

The demon king's body was powerful, and its strength and defense were stronger than in its human form, but sometimes, its huge size could also bring inconvenience. The mountainous terrain also restricted the Tiger Lord's agility. It was difficult for gunpowder to penetrate the demon's fur, but the Sili Xiaowei's spiritual injection specifically countered demons and monsters.

And his footwork and the Xuan Yuan Sword Art were created by the first Celestial Master, Zhang Daoling, and had their own mysteries.

The tiger landed, and the wound made it stagger.

A hurricane rose, forming a violent barrier composed of several different currents.

Wei Yuan's palm brushed across the sword blade, injecting spiritual power again.

His face was a little paler. He raised the Eight-Sided Han Sword and heavily cleaved through the raging demonic wind, suddenly quickening his pace. Before the Tiger Lord could move, he reached the wound. His right hand held the Eight-Sided Han Sword diagonally, and his left hand drew the high-powered modified firearm from the holster, placing the muzzle against the wound and pulling the trigger.

In an instant, six armor-piercing incendiary rounds.

The armor-piercing rounds left the barrel at high speed.

The core of the bullet spontaneously ignited violently after a high-speed impact.

These small armor-piercing rounds were not heavy shells for warships. They might not be able to penetrate the Tiger Lord's fur, but it was no problem to fire directly at the wound. Six bullets were directly shot into its body and then burned violently inside.

Not necessarily fatal, but painful enough.

Wei Yuan threw the empty firearm at the Mountain Lord and then retreated violently.

The tiger suddenly roared loudly, standing on three legs. A hurricane rose, almost forming an entire eye of the storm. The destruction of the Mountain God Temple had greatly damaged the Mountain God who had just broken the seal. In addition, the long period of suppression from the Eastern Han Dynasty until now meant that it could barely use one-tenth of its abilities.

Otherwise, how could it allow this junior to be so presumptuous?!

The hurricane, even more rampant than before, almost engulfed the entire mountain. The storm lowered the clouds and stirred up a dust storm. There was a faint flash of lightning. Wei Yuan's face changed. This demon was desperate, intending to scour the entire mountain. He turned back with a sword, perhaps through familiarity, and directly tore open the wind barrier that had enveloped him, then flipped out of the core area of the demon's rampage.

Then, he found that Zhou Yi and others had also gathered during this time.

But the expressions on their faces were somewhat surprised and dazed.

Modern cultivators rarely saw such skill.

Fighting a tiger alone, injuring that terrifying demon, cutting through the hurricane with his sword, and retreating calmly. The danger was so great that even the bystanders were frightened. One wrong step would mean death on the spot. The swordsmanship, courage, and spells... this was not at all like the style of modern demon hunters and cultivators who relied on thermal weapons. It was not something they could do.

This was simply...

"It's simply... the skill of the ancient swordsmen in the sect's classics..."

A member of the special operations team from the Shudao sect muttered in a daze.

Zhou Yi quickly regained her senses and used a spray-type medicine to stop Wei Yuan's bleeding, watching the medicine being enveloped by the demonic wind, while retreating and saying, "The demon's defense is something that cannot be targeted with the current firepower. We have just requested air support, which is a heavy armor-piercing projectile for warships loaded on a fighter jet."

"The tiger demon's defense is very high, but this type of armor-piercing projectile should be able to break through it."

Wei Yuan nodded, his mind inappropriately thinking of a problem.

The weapons used for this demon exorcism will probably be very expensive...

At this time, communication came through the Bluetooth headsets of the people. The mist and sandstorm mixed with demonic energy severely affected the visibility, making it impossible to see the situation inside. Even experienced soldiers found it difficult to estimate the location.

Wei Yuan heard the sound and said, "How much visibility do you need?"

He quickly received a reply.

He stood up, raised his long sword, and said, "Prepare to attack in ten seconds."

Having used blood to imbue the sword with spiritual power multiple times, his face was pale. But as the great battle approached, a red color surged up. He held the sword in his right hand, his tiger's mouth cracked, and the blood had not yet dried. He smiled casually:

"Good, saves me from bleeding."

He used his fingers to draw a Po Sha Zhu Xie (Evil-Slaying) talisman with blood.

Wei Yuan walked to the core of the hurricane. The hurricane raged, causing wrinkles on his clothes. He raised the Eight-Sided Han Sword in his hand, and the light of the talisman on it lit up. He suddenly thrust it out with all his strength, stabbing into the demonic core of the demon wind in front of him. This time, the huge tremor made Wei Yuan's tiger's mouth bleed profusely.

He exhaled slightly, and the sword suddenly slashed down to the side.

A piece of the hurricane in front of him was torn apart.

Revealing the Tiger Lord's true form, preparing a spell.

And behind Wei Yuan was a patch of dark blue sky. A fighter jet, like an eagle, swept across the sky, and an armor-piercing projectile fell. The Tiger Lord's Mountain God Temple was destroyed, and it needed time to launch this wide-ranging divine power. Seeing the falling ammunition, although it was fearful, it only regarded it as an explosive attack similar to the previous attacks on the Mountain God Temple.

The tiger's claws, wrapped in a hurricane, were as hard as steel, sweeping towards the armor-piercing projectile.

A thunderous roar.

The heavy ammunition, designed for maritime behemoth warships and even aircraft carriers, broke through the defense of the demonic power, and then directly pierced into the Mountain Lord's huge body. The high-hardness, high-density metal core of the projectile penetrated the internal organs at an even faster speed, and then burned violently.

The spell was broken and interrupted.

The fighter jet swept across the sky, and the pilot saw the wind and rain gradually dissipating in front of the swordsman below.

A drone in the extreme distance quietly filmed this scene.

The observation machines in the camp at the foot of the mountain transmitted the picture.

And Zhou Yi and others were also momentarily lost in thought.

The armor-piercing projectile flew into the sandstorm, making it difficult to see clearly.

There was an illusion.

It was as if the swordsman in front had shattered the wind and rain on the mountain with a single sword.

The Tiger Lord was still alive, but its eyes gradually dimmed, and its voice was low:

"...The Five Thunder Arts of the Celestial Master's Mansion?"

"No."

Wei Yuan held his sword and replied:

"It's our armor-piercing projectile."