Master of Strange Dao

"Who exactly are you?"

When did the Demon Clan ever have such a monster appear?

Their Jinyi Wei had never heard of anything like it.

A mountain goat demon skilled in formations and knowledgeable in many secrets should not have gone unnoticed.

This only meant that this mountain goat demon was not from the land at all, never having been to the land before, always remaining in the sea.

Knowing so many secrets and even recognizing the Shadow Envoy of the Shadow Department, it must be someone from the Dragon Clan.

"Release the formation, and I'll leave right now."

"You'd better just stay put here, for if you make any move, the Dragon Emperor will know of Emperor Qian's betrayal. At that time, if Emperor Qian doesn't kill a Commander, it won't clear things up."

Yang continued to intimidate.

The Black Robed Man remained motionless, even sitting down to show he wasn't going to act rashly.

Because he knew, everything Yang said was true.

This matter couldn't be exposed, for back then, the Demon Clan had an agreement with Emperor Qian. Unless the Evil Dragon lost its mind and attacked Daqian's land, whatever happened, Daqian was not to pry or interfere.

Otherwise, the Demon Clan wouldn't be held to any moral standards.

Even if the Evil Dragon, containing True Dragon blood, died, were it to reach Daqian's land, the destruction it could cause would kill a third of the population of Daqian, and the poisonous blood and death qi, if turned into a blood rain and fell, would plague future generations.

So both sides agreed back then to leave a sea area of several tens of thousands of miles around the Evil Dragon Tomb so that time would slowly erode it.

And the Dragon Clan wouldn't help the Evil Dragon be reborn either.

That was the best outcome.

But if the Jinyi Wei appeared here, no matter how you try to shift blame, it couldn't possibly not involve the Jinyi Wei and Emperor Qian.

Even people in Daqian wouldn't believe such a tale...

In the Jinyi Wei, there were those unafraid of death yet none who weren't afraid of implicating their Commander or tarnishing Emperor Qian's reputation.

For Emperor Qian, being called tyrannical or ruthless could sometimes be seen as praise, but being called a traitor, that was a huge problem.

With just a few words from Yang, the Jinyi Wei members sat obediently within the trapping array, not daring to attempt breaking it.

Even though the trapping array wasn't particularly strong, and he didn't know how to break it efficiently, using brute force wouldn't take too long either.

The moment his identity was revealed, he couldn't risk it.

Yang silently sneered, and with a breath, brought out a heap of prepared materials.

Pieces covered with Daoist Pattern, demon text, Dragon Pattern, and various shapes floated mid-air as Yang stomped them into the cave walls one by one.

The Black Robed Man quietly observed, unsure of what Yang intended, feeling he might have stumbled upon something significant.

By the time he slowly realized something was off, it was too late.

As Yang arranged the formation, he'd already silently added another layer of trapping array outside the existing one.

This time, it wasn't a simple array left with hoof prints but a proper trapping array piled up with good materials.

Below the Eighth Tier, unless a body cultivator awakened the Ten Directions divine skill or a sword cultivator honed a blade for a thousand years, breaking the trapping array with a single strike was impossible.

And if one couldn't break it in a single strike, the trapping array would absorb the force used to break it, growing stronger until even the Eighth Tier couldn't break it with one blow.

Yang continued the array, glancing at the Black Robed Man with a silent sneer.

In the Jinyi Wei, those of the Seventh Tier and above skilled in formations never came alone; if someone came alone, their abilities were surely balanced in all aspects and adept at hiding.

Such an individual couldn't possibly know how to technically dismantle his formation.

Earlier, he'd vaguely sensed that aside from them, there seemed to be others who came too.

Only, when he probed, he really did discover it.

Engaging in so much conversation was just a means to buy time; from the beginning, Yang hadn't intended to spare this fellow.

Now, this fellow had no means of sending any message other than his life, so there was no need for pleasantries.

Yang ignored the Black Robed Man, continuing to set up formations in the large cave.

With each piece of material vanishing, a formation base was left in all directions—above, below, left, right, front, and back—within the gigantic cave spanning thousands of miles.

After a simple activation, Yang continued placing materials, vanishing into thin air, forming a three-dimensional composite big array.

When his formation was complete, Yang suspended himself at the entrance of the cave where the Black Robed Man was and silently watched him without saying a word.

When a faint trace of death qi began to stir, Yang grinned, and the Black Robed Man fell back into silence.

Yang extended a hoof and gently touched the trapping array.

In an instant, a slight ripple emerged.

The next moment, the torrent of death qi in the passage felt as if it found a target and came rushing in.

Yang quietly retreated, merging into the rock wall at the dome, disappearing without a trace.

Even if the Black Robed Man were a fool, he understood his predicament. Unfortunately, no matter how he struggled, escaping was impossible in a short time.

He could only watch helplessly as the death qi surged like waves, roaring past.

His body was battered by the enormous death qi, the divine light on him flickering, growing dimmer.