So Zhao Ya gradually gave up on this item, but out of habit, he still kept it in his backpack.
Unexpectedly, this time the Lime Package came in handy.
It was indeed not very effective against a Martial Artist, but for dealing with this heavily injured Mountain Demon, it was perfect.
Just as expected.
When the lime mist spread, the Mountain Demon was choked and roared angrily, but the more it did, the more uncomfortable it got, to the point where it couldn’t even open its eyes.
At the same time, Zhao Ya dodged the downwind, quietly sneaking behind the Mountain Demon, and suddenly struck with his blade, aiming directly at the deformed monster on the Mountain Demon’s back.
Zhao Ya had long suspected that the true culprit behind the Beast Tide was not the Mountain Demon itself, but this deformed monster.
It was even possible that the Mountain Demon was being commanded by this creature.
No matter if this guess was right or wrong, Zhao Ya decided to kill this deformed monster first.
The speed of the blade was extremely fast, and just as it was about to hit, the deformed monster suddenly let out a sharp cry, similar to a baby’s cry.
Originally disturbed by the lime mist, the Mountain Demon turned around desperately, trying to shield it with its body.
Zhao Ya’s eyes lit up.
He knew his guess was mostly correct.
This Mountain Demon was not only following its command, but might even be parasitized by it.
Thus, before the strike could miss, Zhao Ya raised his hand and shot a Sleeve Arrow at the deformed monster.
The Sleeve Arrow flew through the air, seemingly about to nail itself to the monster’s forehead.
It suddenly opened its bloody mouth and bit down on the Sleeve Arrow.
Now was the time.
Of course, Zhao Ya didn’t expect a single arrow to kill the monster.
He only aimed to stall for time and create an opportunity.
In this critical moment, Zhao Ya unhesitatingly ignited the blood sea stored in his liver, then swung his blade.
This was a strike that reached the ultimate speed.
It was also the most powerful attack Zhao Ya had unleashed since he started practicing martial arts.
In terms of breath, timing, and blade technique, Zhao Ya had done his utmost.
On the hill, a simple-looking man saw the strike and a light flashed in his eyes as he exclaimed, "Good blade technique!"
The young scholar and the woman, though not masters of blade techniques, could also see the uniqueness of the strike, so they remained silent.
Pff!
The deformed monster let out a shrill scream like that of a malicious ghost.
Zhao Ya, however, felt a relief in his heart.
It worked.
Everything could be faked, but the slippery sensation of the blade tip piercing into the monster’s body couldn’t be faked.
At the same time, the Mountain Demon let out an earth-shattering roar, its fan-like palm sweeping towards Zhao Ya’s head.
Zhao Ya lowered his body to dodge the strike, but his blade didn’t stop, stabbing several times in succession.
The deformed monster’s life force was really tenacious; even when pierced into a bloody gourd, it still wouldn’t die completely. Instead, it stared at Zhao Ya with an immensely venomous gaze.
Zhao Ya was unmoved.
What a joke.
Zhao Ya had killed many villains, and all of them had glared with venom when dying.
Compared to them, this big-headed monster was far inferior.
With the deformed monster severely injured, the Mountain Demon’s movements also slowed significantly, and a hint of hesitation appeared in its eyes.
At the same time, Zhao Ya flipped his wrist and a blade cut through.
Thud.
The seemingly slender but tough neck, like a rope, was severed by Zhao Ya’s blade.
The massive head fell to the ground, rolling far away.
In an instant.
The entire forest quieted down.
Then the Exotic Beasts seemed to awaken from a dream, scattering in all directions.
The Mountain Demon calmed down, a look of relief on its face, then collapsed with a thud, lifeless.
Zhao Ya leaned on his blade, panting heavily.
Although the battle with the Mountain Demon didn’t last long, the significant Realm difference exhausted Zhao Ya.
However, the result was gratifying.
The deformed monster’s head fell off, and the Mountain Demon was dead.
The once imposing beast horde now dispersed like scattered birds and beasts.
At this moment, Shang Tiefeng and Jin Zhenming, supporting Lu Dingtai, stumbled forward.
"Master, Two Seniors, I have not disgraced your trust; the Mountain Demon and the monster have been beheaded," Zhao Ya said.
"Hahaha, cough cough..." Lu Dingtai first laughed, then coughed violently.
Shang Tiefeng helplessly patted his back, "Alright, alright, we know your disciple is impressive, stop laughing, you might laugh yourself to death."
Finally, Lu Dingtai calmed down, "What do you mean ’know my disciple is impressive’? My disciple has always been impressive."
Shang Tiefeng looked helpless.
Lu Dingtai was excellent in every aspect, except he was overly protective sometimes.
While they were talking, the three people on the distant hill each showed different expressions.
The simple-looking man stared at Zhao Ya, his gaze flickering, unsure of what he was thinking.
The young scholar shook his fan, smiling without speaking.
The woman’s face, however, was somewhat unsightly.
She initially thought Zhao Ya could never kill the Ghost Child.
Unexpectedly, he actually did it.
This completely disrupted her original plan.
Should she take advantage of the injured Martial Artists to seize the spoils now?
But seeing the two beside her, the woman dismissed the thought.
If she were alone, it would be manageable, but with those two around, acting so would violate the Jianghu taboo.
Although chaos reigned in the world these days, everyone still needed to maintain some basic Jianghu ethics on the surface.
No matter what you do in secret, no one dares to go too far openly.