The Urban Dao Child

Yang Dao had no idea the effect he had on the battlefield and was immersed in killing the daemons in front of him. The people behind him did not stop, they used his actions as a morale booster and they moved faster. Everyone was worried that the Daemons will be hard to deal with, however, as they moved and dealt with the enemy together, they discovered, that the chaotic entities were just hindering them and not too strong against united forces.

The elders watching from the spaceship suddenly stood up, and Sun Eckhart said, "They have come out, let us go. Elder Chime, you are monitoring, inform us if something urgent comes out."

The old man nodded and stayed behind. Yang Ji, Balor, Yue Lei Wang, and Sun Eckhart were four peak experts and they were going to tackle the saint-level Daemons. The last one was left for Yang Dao to deal with.

They had confidence in him, and even if he could not deal with that monstrosity, he would be able to keep himself safe. That settled they left the spaceship and appeared at the four different fronts on the planet.

The aura they radiated attracted the attention of the Saint-level Daemons and the battle began. Yang Dao had made his way inside the western stronghold of the Daemons and he had no idea how he came inside. Neither did he care.

The stronghold was a maze of tunnels leading to him underground. The child was not using his sight or senses to check where he was going, he was dependent on his instincts. As he went in deeper the feeling of vexation became stronger.

Suddenly, a burst of eery laughter rang in his ears, "Oh so they sent a little baby as a dessert? Hahahaha. Come here little baby."

The Daemon inside thought that Yang Dao would have been scared, but the guy moved even faster. His brain was working at lightning speed, he wanted to kill this Daemon sooner, but he could tell that excessive haste will do him no good. After ten minutes and thousands of invitations from the eery voice, Yang Dao arrived at the deepest place in the tunnel maze.

The place was not narrow anymore, with a ceiling twenty meters high, with night pearls embedded in the walls. Gloomy walls and in the center a pool filled with red liquid. Yang Dao gazed at the pool and his frown thickened.

He said, "You have been calling me over so many times, now that I have come, do you not wish to see me? Are you scared?" his calm voice would have shocked the people if they were to hear it.

The place was filled with a deathly aura, it was a bad place to be present, such places were avoided by even the strong as they would not want to have their minds corroded by the deathly aura. The Daemon heard Yang Dao standing strong and asked, "Oh, you can still speak little doll. Do you not feel sleepy?"

Yang Dao sighed and said, "You dumb creature, do you need me to sleep to come out?" he did not hold back any disdain toward the Daemon hiding in the shadows.

The Daemon heard this and chuckled, the chuckle slowly turned into maniacal laughter. However, the madness carried in the sound wave did not affect Yang Dao. The dao child said, "Do you think that you are so mighty that you can take me down with just some feeble waves of corruption entangled with your voice? Well then let me clean this place a little."

Yang Dao placed his sword in front of him and said, "Cleansing Ember."

The next moment, his blade melted into sparks, and the whole opening was filled with them, these embers were not an ordinary fire. They originated from the sword of the phoenix. Plume, the Dao Armament held by Yang Dao was forged in the fire breath of the phoenix, quenched in the essence of the black turtle, engraved by the claws of the white tiger, and sharpened by the azure dragon.

Yang Dao had only discovered his blade's transformation because he had mastered the complete set of fire-style sword art. In the future, he will discover that the blade had a lot many other uses. As the embers filled the clearing, the deathly aura began to burn. The fire of the phoenix could burn anything and everything to nothing.

The Daemon was surprised and then he yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? BASTARD!!!"

Deathly aura would not be accumulated overnight. It took a long time for such an aura to accumulate, the cost was hundreds of sacrifices and torturing the poor souls who died wrongfully, it could take decades to accumulate a deathly aura that could corrupt other people. Yet, this child was cleaning it all away as if it was just some smoke in the air.

Yang Dao did not worry about the roar and kept manipulating the sparks. When the Daemon saw that his roar had no effect on this guy, he could not sit still, and from amidst the red pool, rose a figure.

The figure was not gigantic, but it was smaller. It was two and a few meters tall. The appearance of the Daemon was different as well, it had a body of a human, the only striking feature was the two horns on the side of the temples and a spiky spinal cord.

Yang Dao sensed something and asked, "So, you are not a Saint-level Daemon."

The Daemon had an enraged expression on his face and said in a cold voice, "You dared to burn away my effort, you dared to kill my kin, you dared to disturb my cultivation, yet you have the gall to ask me such questions. Human cub, you are either very brave or mentally retarded."

Yang Dao shook his head as the blade in his hand reverted to its original form and said, "You stop worrying about what I am. Let us talk about what you are? If I am correct, you are the entity that is neither human nor demon. What are you? A progeny of sinful acts? A statement of abandonment created by the nature to warn the others? Or are you just a depraved human or demon who fell from grace and became this?"

His heart was racing, yet he put up a strong front in front of this Daemon. He wanted to know more before the battle would start, However, his tactic failed and the Daemon attacked him. The speed, the strength, everything was a notch above, and Yang Dao did not even notice when he was hit with an uppercut and his body crashed into the ceiling.

The attack was so strong that Yang Dao found himself, breaking through the ceiling and moving upwards in a tunnel. The Daemon did not stop, he hit the boy with another punch, sending him high and flying.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Every attack sent Yang Dao through the ceilings, he had no idea how long was this going to continue, he could not save himself, all he could do was to take on the attacks. He flew up through the earth like a cannonball through walls.

After ten or so hits, he was flying in the free skies. Yes, the Daemon had punched him outside the lair. Yang Dao was not unconscious but slightly bruised on the abdomen. Under his clothes, his Dao Armament, the armor of Azure Dragon had already appeared. He sighed while holding his sword.

...

Elder Chime was surprised when he saw the scene, and so were the rest of the people. They could see the shockwaves visible to the naked eye when the Daemon hit Yang Dao the last time. Elder Chime contacted the rest of the elders, he said, "Things have changed, there is an Ancient Level Daemon."

His words made the elders engaged in fights with the Saint-level Daemons shiver. Not only them but the backup teams on the spaceship, the ladies of the Yang Family back at home, were all shocked when they saw Yang Dao flying through the void after a punch.

...

Yang Dao gazed below and found the Ancient Daemon ready to attack the forces dealing with the weaker of his kin. He took out his bow from the space ring and blinked his eyes. At this moment, he had begun to freefall, suddenly, azure-colored wings appeared on his back. Yang Dao floated in the void, with his eyes shining with a golden spark. He pulled the bow into a full moon shape, and the source of energy inside his body began to channel through.

The four spirit energies, came together in perfect balance, harmonizing with each other. An arrow of flickering four colors formed in the bow. Yang Dao said, "Arrow of Equilibrium." and let the arrow go.

Nobody saw how the arrow traveled, but they all heard a roar. A roar filled with pain.

...

Elder Chime saw, the arrow vanish from the bow and appeared directly in the middle of the chest of the Ancient-level daemon. He was shocked that Yang Dao managed to do something like this. He mumbled, "What is this child?"