Chapter Thirty-Six Breaking Free-The Last Demon-Slaying Immortal(Jesting with ease, commanding every conversation)

Leaf Feng, seeing himself trapped, steeled his heart, determined to fight the demon soldiers to the death. Yet he was tightly bound by the demon commander, Fierce Beast, unable to harm him or deal with the lesser demons. Xiao Ling, witnessing the scene, grew more confident, whirling his long spear at lightning speed to keep another Leaf Feng tightly contained, not letting him escape. Should Leaf Feng make the slightest move, Xiao Ling would immediately lash out with the Vajra Whip, forcing him back to his original position.

Thus, Leaf Feng grew increasingly anxious. He thought to himself: "As the saying goes, 'To kill one is to break even, to kill two is to profit.' Now, I cannot even slay a single demon soldier. To die in vain like this—how regretful!" The more he considered his fate, the more his despair deepened. He abandoned all thought of defense, focusing solely on attack. Whip, hammer, long spear—all were directed at Fierce Beast and Xiao Ling.

In an instant, his assault threw them into disarray, forcing them to retreat repeatedly. Seizing the opportunity, Leaf Feng brandished his spear.

"Thud!"

With two swift strikes, he slew two demon soldiers.

At the same time, he shouted loudly, "Kill!"

The demon soldiers trembled in fear, shrinking back. Yet they continued to surround him, neither too near nor too far. Though the circle widened somewhat, Leaf Feng's predicament remained unchanged.

"Leaf Feng, surrender! Your spiritual power is spent. Surrendering does not disgrace you," Fierce Beast, seeing Leaf Feng's bravery, felt a rare admiration and tried to persuade him gently.

"Leaf Feng, you've done your best. Why make a needless sacrifice?" Xiao Ling, deeply impressed, softened his stance and spoke kindly.

"Rubbish! Your young master has never considered surrender! Come, come, come! Whoever has the guts, face me for three hundred rounds!" Leaf Feng was now wild-eyed, his battle robe soaked in blood, no clean spot left on his body.

"In that case, do not blame me!" Fierce Beast, observing, secretly praised: "A true hero indeed! Today, I shall add a couple more wounds to you, drain your blood, and see how long your stubbornness lasts!"

He further mused: "If I can capture you alive today, I will use both gentle and harsh methods—surely you will submit! With your talent, you will accomplish great deeds for the Demon Nation."

With this thought, he ceased retreating and shouted, "Be careful!" Swinging his arsenal of weapons at dazzling speed—long ones for attack, short ones for defense—he seamlessly combined offense and defense, his moves ever-changing.

Such skill!

"Marshal Fierce, spare Leaf Feng's life!" Xiao Ling, seeing the danger, grew anxious, fearing Leaf Feng might perish, and hurriedly reminded Fierce Beast.

"Ha! Ha! That goes without saying!"

Leaf Feng, however, pressed forward rather than retreating, and soon—

"Clang!"

"Bang!"

A rapid succession of metallic clashes filled the air. In the blink of an eye, the two combatants' weapons collided dozens of times, making the demon soldiers' ears ache.

Then came—

"Slash!"

Two blows landed—each struck the other.

Fierce Beast, holding back, merely wounded Leaf Feng's left leg, the cut deep to the bone, blood gushing like a spring.

Fierce Beast, however, was not so fortunate. Leaf Feng, fighting desperately, drove his spear straight through Fierce Beast's abdomen, piercing him through and knocking him from his horse.

Both were men of iron—neither uttered a sound.

"Aiya!" Xiao Ling, seeing this, panicked, jumped from his horse, and caught Fierce Beast.

"You... Leaf... good... good lad, I... I was careless..." Fierce Beast, blood bubbling from his lips, spoke feebly.

He had barely finished before his eyes closed and he fainted.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Xiao Ling, his eyes red with rage, waved his hand and ordered the demon soldiers.

They surged forward, weapons raised, to kill Leaf Feng.

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Leaf Feng, no longer expecting to survive, simultaneously controlled eight weapons with his true energy and his body—hammering and slashing nearby foes, spearing and sweeping distant ones. The air filled with cries of agony as demon soldiers fell by the dozen, the survivors too fearful to advance.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The officers, seeing the demon soldiers hesitate, slew several themselves to drive the rest forward.

The demon soldiers, caught between a plague and a wrathful officer, had no choice but to advance cautiously. Yet after only a few steps, another dozen fell, sending the rest fleeing in terror.

"Men, carry Marshal Fierce away!" Xiao Ling, seeing the chaos, realized that so many demon soldiers were powerless against Leaf Feng. It seemed only his own hands could subdue him.

Once Fierce Beast was carried away, Xiao Ling donned his armor, mounted his horse, and charged into battle.

"Leaf, come face your death!" Xiao Ling shouted, brandishing his silver spear and spurring his iron-clad steed like a whirlwind toward Leaf Feng.

Leaf Feng, in the heat of battle, heard the shout, looked up, and exclaimed, "Ah!" Xiao Ling was upon him, spear poised.

Too late to dodge, Leaf Feng could only raise his twin whips to parry.

"Bang!"

A shower of sparks erupted, the sound deafening. The blow forced Leaf Feng back over a dozen steps, nearly knocking him to the ground. At last, his knees buckled and he knelt on one leg, steadying himself with his whips.

But his chest burned, his throat tasted sweet, and he spat a mouthful of blood.

The text notes that Leaf Feng's skill far surpassed Xiao Ling's—so why couldn't he withstand the spear? In truth, Leaf Feng had fought too long and exhausted his mental power; he was utterly spent. Xiao Ling, having rested while aiding Fierce Beast, was fresh and eager for revenge—his spear was swift, and Leaf Feng could not resist.

The demon soldiers, seeing this, became eager for glory and swarmed forward, intent on dismembering Leaf Feng.

Leaf Feng wanted to resist, but weakness overtook him. He closed his eyes, awaiting death.

At this critical moment, suddenly—

"Crash! Ouch!"

A towering man covered in black hair charged in! He stood more than ten feet tall, his hair thick and wild like a savage. Barefoot, clad in a tiger-skin skirt, he wielded a chain hammer—the iron head as large as a wagon wheel. When he swung it, the wind howled; those struck died instantly.

He slaughtered demon soldiers, terrifying them. "Mother! This man is too fierce—run!" they cried, scattering in all directions.

Xiao Ling, seeing this, became furious: "Just as I was about to capture Leaf Feng, where did this wild man come from, wreaking havoc among my troops? I’ll skewer him!"

He turned his horse, shouted, "Where did you come from, wild brat? Daring to cause trouble in my army—you must have a death wish!" and charged, spear poised.

The giant soon reached Leaf Feng, saw him crouched on the ground, and quickly helped him up.

He gasped, "Leaf... Leaf... Young Master Leaf!"

Just three words, but he spoke with heavy breaths, stuttering badly.

Before he could finish, he heard a rush of wind behind him, quickly ducked his head, and shouted, "Take... take... take that!" He casually tossed his giant hammer backward.

"Woo...!"

The hammer flew, colliding with the silver spear.

A shower of sparks erupted, the sound thunderous as a bolt in clear skies.

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The sound echoed over the demon soldiers’ heads, making them shudder. They thought, "How can this man possess such strength?"

The blow made Xiao Ling's palms bleed, his hands numb, arms aching. He could no longer hold his spear and thought, "Enough, best to let it go!" He released his grip, and the silver spear vanished in an instant.

"Ah! Incredible!" Xiao Ling shuddered, turned his horse, and fled.

"Don’t... don’t... don’t run! Leave... leave... leave your head so Hero Xiong can... can... can use it as a ball!" To lose one's head—how could one survive?

Xiao Ling, more terrified than ever, spurred his horse and fled in panic.

The giant, seeing Xiao Ling escape, should have seized the chance to rescue Leaf Feng. But instead, he grew annoyed and shouted, "I told... told... told you not to run, so... so... so don’t run! Wait... wait... wait till Hero Xiong catches you—then... then... then you’ll get a good beating!"

He took off in pursuit.

Leaf Feng looked up, seeing the giant about to leave, quickly called, "Don’t..."

He had barely uttered a word before the giant vanished from sight.

Leaf Feng glanced back—the demon soldiers were all stupefied, frozen in place.

Seizing the moment, he took a few deep breaths, summoned his twin whips, and leapt away, escaping with them.

But as he rose into the sky, a demon officer called, "Chase him! Chase him! Don’t let Leaf escape!"

Immediately, dozens of demon soldiers rolled over, revealing their true forms—each a winged beast, with wings of white, blue, yellow, and more, a riot of colors.

They flapped their wings and in a flash soared after Leaf Feng.

Leaf Feng, in the lead, pushed his mental power to accelerate. The demon soldiers behind were swift, wings spread, racing through the air.

They blocked him front and back, determined to capture him.

Leaf Feng dodged left and right, stumbling through the skies for more than an hour before reaching the skies above Black Earth City.

Before he could descend, exhaustion overtook him, his vision darkened, and he crashed to the ground, unconscious.

Several demon soldiers saw this, folded their wings, and dove to seize Leaf Feng.

But the city's defenders spotted them, and a volley of arrows struck, killing the demon soldiers.

The others, frightened, dared not land, circling in the sky, reluctant to leave.

The soldiers, shielded by archers, hurriedly carried Leaf Feng to the military camp, calling for the army physician.

The physician removed Leaf Feng's battle robe, examined his wounds, bandaged and treated him, laboring half the day. Still, Leaf Feng remained pale, eyes shut, teeth clenched, not waking.

At this time, Murong Yan had already retreated into the city. Hearing the news, she led her group to the military camp.

About to enter and see Leaf Feng, she was stopped by the physician.

The physician said, "Marshal Murong, General Leaf has not yet passed the danger. There’s no use in haste—let him rest quietly for three days."

He added solemnly, "These three days are critical. If General Leaf survives, then you may visit!"

Murong Yan, hearing this, shed tears.

She pleaded softly, "Doctor, may I just see him once? I’ll be quiet, not disturb him."

The physician nodded quickly, but reminded her, "Marshal, you may see General Leaf—I dare not refuse. Just be careful, and no others may enter."

The others nodded in agreement.

Murong Yan entered the sickroom alone, treading softly.

Seeing Leaf Feng so weak, her tears flowed like rain. Not daring to disturb him, she clasped her mouth tightly with her hand, sobbing in silence.

After a long while, she wiped her tears, calmed herself, and whispered, "Brother Feng, you must take care and wake up soon! Yan’er was wrong—she regrets not heeding your counsel! Yan’er truly lacks the talent of a marshal and has burdened the soldiers. When you wake, you should be marshal, lead us to protect our homeland, defeat the demon soldiers, and shield the people!"

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