Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 11 Attack

"You dare!"

Behind them, the dog demon, now smaller than itself, came charging at them, its body covered in blood.

A great deal of blood was spilled along the way.

The dog demon raised its blade, ready to strike down on Yang Jian and kill the audacious human.

The arm, which was in mid-air, suddenly froze.

Yang Jian placed the spiked club loosely on the puppy's head. If he let go, the weight of the club would definitely turn the puppy below into a pile of puppies.

The dog demon's speed is too slow to provide timely assistance.

The puppy thought it was a new toy and started chewing on the spiked club, the blood on it staining the puppy's originally snow-white fur a bright red.

"Kneel down."

Yang Jian said it coldly.

The dog demon froze, glanced at the two dogs behind Yang Jian with concern, and slowly dropped the two large swords in its hands to the ground.

The dog bent its legs and its massive body knelt down.

Seeing this, Yang Jian picked up the puppy with one hand, held it in his arms, and started to walk away.

"stop!"

The dog demon suddenly let out a fierce shout.

But after seeing Yang Jian's indifferent eyes and his puppy in his arms, he lowered his head and dared not look again.

"I won't chase you. Just leave and I'll release my child."

The dog demon's pleading voice came from behind.

Yang Jian ignored him and walked towards the exit.

He was really overconfident this time. If he hadn't found the dog demon's weakness, he would never have been able to leave the Cloud Stack Cave.

However, he also gained a lot from the brush with death.

At this moment, a trace of magical power began to emerge within his body, a sign that he had progressed from refining essence into qi to refining qi into spirit.

Having magical powers means he can practice magic and no longer has to act recklessly like a brute.

It's not very dignified to be covered in blood every time.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts had already accumulated to the seventh level. With just eight more essences or eight more days of cultivation, he could give birth to another divine power.

During the battle in the cave, he didn't have time to absorb the essence of many dog ​​demons; otherwise, they would have developed supernatural powers by now.

The cave exit is in sight.

Stepping into the sunlight again, Yang Jian felt as if he had been transported to another world.

He glanced at the puppy in his arms; the puppy was hungry and kept sucking on his fingers.

"Demon Eye, take a look at this dog."

Yang Jian spoke to the Demon Eye.

"It's a good dog, do you want to keep it?"

Yang Jian shook his head: "If I were to raise this dog, I would name it Xiaotian, but their family is so harmonious and happy, I, as a third party, wouldn't want to spoil the mood."

After saying that, Yang Jian released the puppy in his arms and started running away as fast as he could.

He needs to run fast enough and far enough, otherwise it won't be a joke if the dog demon inside chases after him.

The little puppy innocently explores new and fascinating things, sniffing flowers and teasing grass.

Completely unaware that their deadly crisis had already passed.

A moment later, a blood-stained dog paw pulled the puppy into its arms.

Its remaining single eye gazed in the direction Yang Jian had left.

He took a deep breath.

The smell in the air was rather peculiar.

Many people!

It tastes like iron and blood.

It seems I don't need to take action myself; someone is waiting for that little thief ahead.

The dog demon's gaze sharpened, and it turned to enter the Cloud Stack Cave. The cave resounded with a rumbling sound as the stone door slammed shut.

Yang Jian ran for a long time before realizing that the dog demon had not followed.

But an invisible sense of crisis lingered, as if he were being watched by a predator, a feeling he had no less than that of the dog demon in the Cloud Stack Cave.

Through the magic eye, clues and hints of the surroundings appeared in his field of vision.

To process this massive and complex information, white smoke even began to rise from the top of his head.

Someone has been here before, not far away!

"Whoosh~"

The sound of an arrow piercing the air startled Yang Jian.

In a flash, the arrow grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

Only after he regained his footing did he hear the "humming" sound of the bowstring vibrating.

They're coming for him!

Yang Jian realized this instantly.

Not daring to linger, he took a step and quickly darted away.

Behind him, the spot where he had been standing was quickly covered by a hail of arrows.

Yang Jian didn't even have time to feel glad that he had dodged quickly.

A voice suddenly rang out from the direction he was fleeing from.

"You demon, don't you dare run away!"

"Buzz~"

Then a sound as loud as a bell rang out.

Two beams of white light flew straight toward Yang Jian's face.

It was incredibly fast, and Yang Jian couldn't dodge it in time. He was sent flying backward, crashing through countless trees before finally stopping when he hit the last large tree.

For a moment, I was in a daze, my mind was a mess, and I couldn't remember anything.

This state did not last long.

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly cleared, and he saw a burly man who looked like a fierce ghost wielding two hammers and smashing them down on him.

"Huh!"

The burly man let out a surprised exclamation, his face filled with disbelief, unable to comprehend how the three-eyed monster before him had recovered so quickly from his supernatural powers.

You should know that if an ordinary cultivator is hit by this move, his soul will be shaken out of his body, and he will be at the mercy of him.

Despite his surprise, he did not hesitate to bring down his double hammers.

Yang Jian had nowhere to dodge or hide, and his brain frantically calculated the surrounding information absorbed by the demonic eye between his eyebrows, making the judgment that was most beneficial to the current situation.

Instead of retreating, he stepped forward, facing death with a will to live, reaching out his hands to grab the strong man's wrists.

This is the source of the strongman's strength, and also the weakest point of his attack.

At that moment, Yang Jian stepped forward and restrained the strong man's hands.

With a strength of 100,000 jin, the strong man was suddenly gripped by his arms and unable to move.

"Wow, that's strong!"

The burly man's purple dough, which had previously resembled a fierce ghost, suddenly turned black.

White light flashed from the nostrils.

"Buzz~"

Then came the sound of bells ringing again, just like before.

Two beams of white light suddenly shot out from the burly man's nostrils, heading straight for Yang Jian.

"Quickly dodge! You were given a chance to recover when you were far away, but the enemy's hammer won't wait for you to recover now."

The Demon Eye hurriedly sent a reminder in Yang Jian's mind.

Yang Jian remained extremely calm. He released his left hand and used his right hand to pull away, dodging the two incoming white lights.

With the purple-faced strong man blocking the way, the soldiers standing by dared not shoot arrows.

Just as Yang Jian dodged, before he could even regain his footing, a dense barrage of arrows rained down from the sky.

With the help of his magic eye to calculate the arrow's trajectory, Yang Jian remained completely calm.

He moved with incredible speed, as if dancing amidst a rain of arrows, the arrows that brushed past him unable to harm him in the slightest.

Previously, he had been ambushed and only then was he wounded. Now that the other party was prepared, it was nothing short of a pipe dream to try and hit him with an arrow.

Just as the rain of arrows subsided, the burly man with the purple face swung his hammer down again.

"Damn it! What grudge do you hold against me? I just stirred up a hornet's nest, and you're attacking me like I killed your mother!"

Yang Jian was furious. He dodged while turning around and cursing. He already had some guesses about the origins of these people.

If I'm not mistaken, he brought this trouble upon himself.

He seized an opportunity, shook off the burly man who was hot on his heels, and charged toward the soldier behind the enemy who was shooting arrows.

His past life's gaming experience taught him that he should take out the ranged attackers first, and then slowly deal with the melee attackers.

However, when he had only charged halfway, he saw a tall, ferocious beast with bloodshot eyes standing beside a group of soldiers, waiting for him to charge.

"That's a Fiery-Eyed Beast, don't go, it's too tough to fight!"

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