Chapter 270: Eliminating Demons
Yang Jian used up all of his remaining sword energy, but still could not completely kill Su Quanxiao's demonic body.

Su Quanxiao absorbed the black refined iron bestowed by Yuan Futong, and through the demon god's characteristic of devouring flesh and blood brought by the refined iron, he trained himself into a demon body.

The soldiers in the city survived by relying on the black balls excreted from its demonic body as rations.

These pill-like black balls are made of the flesh and blood of the people of Jizhou, and they also embody the methods that Su Quanxiao secretly used.

These soldiers should now have become part of his demonic body and become the nourishment for him to repair his demonic body.

At this time, thousands of soldiers had been devoured.

But the rest of the soldiers seemed to have lost their minds and still rushed towards the center of the battle without knowing whether to live or die.

Even if their limbs were cut off by the aftermath of the sword energy, they would still struggle and squirm, rushing towards the location of Su Quanxiao's demonic body.

There was a look of madness in their eyes, as if they were on a pilgrimage.

"It's really hopeless!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

"Yang Jian, today I will let you see what true strength is. I will return the humiliation I suffered in the past."

Su Quanxiao looked crazy and rushed towards Yang Jian.

The demonic power of his thirty-meter-tall body blocks out the sun, and his murderous aura covers the sky.

His face was angry and his eyes were burning with jealousy.

The devil stretched out his hand, and countless bones condensed into a big axe.

A cold light burst out from the axe blade, and it was swung towards Yang Jian with the force to split a mountain.

"Just karma, first taste the fire of karma."

Yang Jian summoned out a three-pointed, double-edged sword, activated it with the power of heaven and earth, ignited his body of karmic fire, and fought with him for dozens of rounds.

On the tip of the knife, black flames were blazing.

Su Quanxiao showed fear in his eyes and didn't dare to get involved.

The rest of the creatures in the city were not so lucky.

The karmic fire was raging on Yang Jian's body.

Countless soldiers died as soon as they came into contact with it, and turned into a ball of ashes, leaving no trace in the world.

It seemed that there was no living person left in Jibei City.

There was only the blazing fire of karma and the breath of Su Quanxiao, Yang Jian and Zheng Lun.

Su Quanxiao saw how fierce the karma fire was and he accidentally got infected by it. It really cost him a huge price to escape.

The extreme pain seemed to burn his soul, making him feel like dying and he dared not do it a second time.

He looked aside and saw Zheng Lun lying in the ruins.

"General Zheng, follow me to capture this official!"

After Zheng Lun was knocked to the ground by Yang Jian, he never moved again. His Taoist heart was shattered and Yang Jian chopped off his hypocritical mask. After begging for mercy, he fell into a daze.

Hearing the sound, he came to his senses and looked around, only to find that there was no living person around.

He asked in disbelief, "Young Marquis, didn't I ask you to take Marquis Jizhou away from Jibei City? Why didn't you go? Where is Marquis Su?"

Su Quanxiao shook his head: "A mere Yang Jian wants to force me to flee in panic? How is that possible! As for my cowardly father~"

Su Quanxiao paused, his expression suddenly becoming ferocious: "He has merged with me, and together we have comprehended the supreme great way. General Zheng, please help me to kill this official, and then we will share the wealth and honor."

"You~"

Zheng Lun was struck by lightning when he heard this and looked at Su Quanxiao in disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Su Quanxiao would actually commit patricide.

"Yuan Futong had no good intentions in giving me the magic iron. I would not have objected to you using the magic iron to provide food for the soldiers in the city, but you actually killed your father. I will never help you."

If Su Quanxiao had not done such evil things, he would have joined forces with him to deal with Yang Jian.

But now this guy Su Quanxiao can even kill his own father. He is definitely too deeply possessed by the devil. If he helps him deal with Yang Jian, he might be the next one to die.

As if he had made up his mind, Zheng Lun raised his two demon-subduing pestles and charged towards Su Quanxiao, shouting to Yang Jian, "Brother Yang, please get out of the way." He then said, "I will avenge the Marquis right now!"

His choice was the best one at the moment. He had decided to help Su Hu because of Su Hu's kindness.

Now that Su Hu is dead, if he still remains an enemy of Yang Jian, it is obvious what his fate will be.

Yang Jian learned from the Golden Spirit Mother, so he must have countless cards up his sleeve. In his eyes, Su Quanxiao was just struggling to death.

Once Yang Jian captures Su Quanxiao, it will be time to settle accounts with Zheng Lun.

In order to reverse the wrong things he had done before when he was hostile to Yang Jian, Zheng Lun resolutely helped Yang Jian deal with Su Quanxiao.

As for revenge for Su Hu, it was just a way to justify his behavior at this time.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows upon seeing this. He could not hide Zheng Lun's thoughts from him, so he stood aside and watched the two guys who were originally standing aside become enemies.

Zheng Lun wielded the Demon-Subduing Pestle tightly and fought with Su Quanxiao.

Yang Jian nodded secretly.

You know what, this feeling of sitting on the mountain and watching tigers fight is really quite refreshing.

Two figures fought back and forth in the air, with four arms crisscrossing and magical powers blooming.

The two energies in Zheng Lun's orifices bombarded Su Quanxiao's body continuously, and each time they hit Su Quanxiao's body, they were effective and pulled out several souls.

But for Su Quanxiao, it was not a big deal.

Because those souls belonged to the creatures he devoured, they perfectly blocked Zheng Lun's magical powers for him.

Zheng Lun's magical powers were useless, and he could only rely on smashing around with the demon-subduing pestle, but he still couldn't do anything to Su Quanxiao.

Yuan Futong bestowed the magic iron with the intention of using it as Jibei City's last trump card to slaughter the Shang army and make Wen Zhong suffer.

Of course, it is not something Zheng Lun can easily break.

After a few blows with the bone axe in Su Quanxiao's hand, Zheng Lun was in danger.

"Yang Jian, save me!"

After Zheng Lun had previously begged Yang Jian for mercy, he again begged Yang Jian to save his life.

Yang Jian stood aside, but had no intention of taking action after hearing this.

Zheng Lun secretly complained in his heart: "I am useful to Grand Tutor Wen, and I am willing to be the vanguard under his command."

He continued.

But still no help came from Yang Jian.

Instead, Su Quanxiao felt fearful. He was afraid that Yang Jian and Zheng Lun would attack him together, so his attacks became more and more fierce.

The next moment, the demon-subduing pestle in Zheng Lun's hand was chopped away.

Su Quanxiao looked ferocious and chopped down with the axe again.

"I have not yet tasted the taste of an immortal. If I eat you, my magical powers will surely be able to reach a higher level."

Zheng Lun had nowhere to hide.

Victory or defeat will be decided in an instant, life or death depends on a split second.

Yang Jian moved, his body suddenly swelled, and then like a ghost, he stepped on the void and walked forward, stabbing Su Quanxiao's chest and abdomen with his three-pointed, double-edged sword.

"Chi~"

A purple-black head rose into the sky, its eyes rolling, full of resentment.

Excitement just appeared in Su Quanxiao's eyes, and he was about to eat Zheng Lun to strengthen his demon body.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my back.

Then, the three-pointed, double-edged knife pierced into his back and came out from his chest.

On the tip of the knife, there was a mixture of black flames, burning fiercely.

"How can it be!"

The fire of karma is upon you.

Su Quanxiao knew that he had no chance of survival. With a ferocious look on his face, he endured the severe pain, turned around and chopped with an axe, vowing to die together with Yang Jian.

(End of this chapter)