Hyper-Dimensional Player-Chapter 596 - 2: The Tiger’s Company, Night Rain in the Jianghu

The demonic cult had dealings with spirits and monsters not just once or twice.

Both the palace-dressed woman and the hunch-backed monster were knowledgeable about the capabilities of demon beasts and spirit monsters. The Mountain Monarch's transformation was beyond the ability of mortals to contend with. The hunch-backed monster immediately used his body techniques to evade, trying to dodge Lu Shanjun's fierce palm wind with ghostly agility.

There are two origin stories of the demonic cult: one attributes it to Chiyou, the other to Xingtian. The former is regarded as the ancestor of Jiu Li, while the latter is the Demon God worshiped by the blood pool of the demonic cult.

In the Pre-Qin Era, people of the demonic cult were mostly descendants of Jiu Li, living in the Great Black Mountain, worshiping Chiyou as their ancestor. Later, sects from the Western Regions were introduced; the local righteous paths condemned them as evil, and they gradually became part of the six branches of the demonic cult, mingling with the true and false.

Yet, whether it was the palace-dressed woman or the hunch-backed monster, both sneered at the demonic cult introduced from the Western Regions. They considered themselves the orthodox lineage of Huaxia, the very origin of demonic ways, and looked down upon foreign cults.

Back in Chiyou's day, aside from the certain bamboo-eating fool, which among his followers weren't ancient formidable men? When people of the demonic cult traversed the world, they would simply slay ordinary mountain spirits and ghosts on the spot.

A few years ago, a disciple of one of the six branches of the demonic cult, the Yin-Yang Sect, accidentally wandered into a fox den. Using the technique of absorbing yin to replenish yang, he completely drained a group of fox spirits and ultimately selected the finest among them, made a fox-fur coat, and presented it to a certain elder of the demonic cult.

However, the Mountain Monarch is indeed different from other mountain spirits and ghosts. To be called a Mountain Monarch, the fierce tiger is already considered a Demon Lord in his own right.

Lu Shanjun's destructive palm wind was unmatched, and his whole body was fortified with gang qi so strong that ordinary swords and sabers were entirely disregarded. Although what he practiced were superficial external martial arts, when exhibited by him, it turned the face of the hunch-backed monster pale. The monster dared not meet it head-on, had to repeatedly evade, secretly employing corpse toxin and sinister methods to break the opponent's fortified true gang.

External martial arts masters lack true qi; as soon as internal energy is disrupted, an opportunity presents itself.

But Lu Shanjun was utterly unafraid; as a demon beast transformed, resembling the Tiger of Yín, he followed the path of the Chinese zodiac. Earlier, the palace-dressed woman could break his protective gang qi because she practiced the way of the Great Yin, with gold and water mutually enacting, pervasive and invasive. The Crushing Heart Palm hit his vital point, causing only a temporary disruption of internal energy.

Now, facing another confrontation with demonic cultists, Lu Shanjun was already on high alert. He had the protection spell of the six Ding and six Jia on him; ordinary curse magic and sinister methods couldn't harm him.

"This tiger is formidable!"

"Not even the Divine-like Power among the Ocean Divine Descendants could be a match!"

Duncan also looked quite surprised; after Lu Shanjun was covered by spells, his aura surged. His figure leaped and plunged fiercely and violently. Although his fighting style was straightforward, relying on terrifying barbaric power and qi force, he somehow pressed the hunch-backed monster so that it couldn't fight back.

The palace-dressed woman immediately seized the opportunity, skillfully flicking her wrists. More than a dozen silver needles shot out, several piercing acupuncture points, disrupting the hunch-backed monster's breath, instantly dragging it into a scuffle with Lu Shanjun.

Stone Splitting Palm!

The techniques of ordinary people in the martial world seemed catastrophic in Lu Shanjun's hands; yet another blood puppet was smashed into a pulp.

Meanwhile.

Across the sheer cliff, a young man in a Sword Immortal's guise also stood up. He stored away his wine flask, his figure soaring into the air, as if riding the wind. In truth, it was skillful qinggong. He drew the longsword slung across his back, lightly as a leaf drifting in the wind, stood upon a pine tree at the cliff's edge, and sighed: "This old fellow, living half-man, half-corpse for so long."

"Why hasn't the Outer Heaven Demon possessed him yet?"

At the dawn of the universe, outside the world, there were three thousand Outer Heaven Demon Gods, formless and intangible, beyond description. They possessed others to enter the mortal realm, and demonic cultists were their favorite, their desires and illusions all bait.

The hunch-backed monster should have fallen into endless slaughter long ago, but somehow retained some sanity.

If the Outer Heaven demon did not possess him, he didn't feel right to make a move.

After all, slaying a demonic cultist was not as meritorious as slaying a demon possessed by the Outer Heaven Demon.

In an instant.

The hunch-backed monster, injured by Lu Shan Jun, with right arm sinews and bones broken, the Muscle Bone Splitting Hand mangled flesh and limbs. Lu Shanjun was surprised, as whatever his tiger claw touched felt like tree bark. The hunch-backed monster's flesh and blood seemed like leather, with dried congealed blood surfacing.

This could no longer be considered a living being.

The hunch-backed monster looked horrified, raising his hand. At that moment, the nearby blood puppet exploded directly, turning into a rain of blood mist. The blood escape secret technique left nearly all blood puppets dead or wounded; he grabbed the remaining blood puppet to escape the battlefield with escape arts.

As long as that blood puppet was around, in less than a quarter of an hour, his wounds would completely heal. Only, the refined blood puppets were depleted, requiring him to find new ones.

But just then.

The blood puppet suddenly regained clarity, clawing with five fingers directly toward the hunch-backed monster's eyes. The hunch-backed monster never anticipated a blood puppet refined by secret arts would strike back. Plus, with his right arm's sinews snapped, he couldn't react in time, letting out a shrill wail.

His eyeballs were forcibly gouged out!

The hunch-backed monster released his left hand, trying to crush the blood puppet's skull with a single palm, but unexpectedly, the enemy's combat experience was extremely rich. At the moment when his eyes were gouged out, the enemy's right knee struck directly at the hunch-backed monster's groin.

Crack!

This fierce blow made even Lu Shanjun, who was following closely, feel a chill beneath his crotch. Although practicing the external hardening techniques, he hadn't practiced 'lock yang,' and such a blow would likely cause severe damage.