Shi Luo Ye

Chapter 812 The World Is Unsettled

"Then die!"

Lu Hai's face turned ferocious in an instant, and the Dharma image of a twelfth-realm Great Demon appeared behind him, a monstrous evil dragon. He was already brutal and cruel, and now that he had met an equally matched opponent, he became even more ruthless. He held his spear horizontally, unleashing a wave of demonic energy so dense it seemed to press down, sweeping towards Nuo Zhi's head.

Nuo Zhi was no longer the Nuo Zhi of the past. Her long sword flickered, and strands of sword energy surged. With a flash of sword light, she had neutralized Lu Hai's fierce assault. Simultaneously, ten spirit-slaying swords rose behind her, "swish, swish, swish," striking at Lu Hai in mid-air. In fact, as a sword cultivator, Nuo Zhi's most powerful weapons were not her three refined Natal Flying Swords, but her ten medium-refined spirit-slaying swords. These spirit-slaying swords had a natural advantage over demons. Back then, Nuo Zhi had almost died, and reborn from the ashes, she was like a predator born to kill demons. Such a sword cultivator would naturally be more troublesome to face against demons than other sword cultivators of the same realm.

Distant in the mountain forest, Fu Sheng waved his long sleeves, and bamboo slips flew out one after another, condensing into vertical lines of emerald text in the heavens and earth, continuously resisting Huang Tingyu's blazing sword energy. The moment Huang Tingyu finished his series of sword lights, Fu Sheng suddenly raised his long sleeves, and a giant green hand descended from the sky, striking heavily on Huang Tingyu's shoulder.

Huang Tingyu executed a lazy donkey roll, got up, and seized the opportunity to catch his breath. Spiritual energy surged through him again. As he raised his long sword, flying swords appeared behind him, relentlessly attacking Fu Sheng. In fact, Huang Tingyu, a veteran of many battles, had already reached the twelfth realm. He might be more sensitive to the rapid changes on the battlefield than ordinary cultivators. Fighting a thirteenth-realm opponent while being in the twelfth realm was already a disadvantage. Moreover, Fu Sheng, a thirteenth-realm cultivator, was considered quite stable among demons. Therefore, Huang Tingyu could only attack as a defense. If he, as a sword cultivator, were to be suppressed by Fu Sheng from the start, he would be not far from death.

Thus, Huang Tingyu's offense became more fierce with each sword, disregarding everything. Even though his body was constantly being struck by the opponent's Confucian texts, creating wounds, he pressed forward relentlessly.

Further away, Su Qingjiu's sword intent and swordsmanship completely crushed Long Zheng, and her mastery of the sword way was even more dominant. Su Qingjiu's sword heart was cultivated to the stage of "Sword Heart Attuned to the Divine," while Long Zheng's was merely "Sword Heart Clear," a whole level apart. Therefore, in the initial moments, Long Zheng had a chance to attack, but after twenty moves, Long Zheng could only passively defend, not even having a chance to draw her sword.

...

Lin Zhao stepped on the flying sword Hongye, standing in the wind. He used one mind for two tasks, observing the battlefield with one eye while glancing at Gu Yanshu, who was still kneeling on the ground. Gu Yanshu was covered in blood, but his eyes were filled with ferocity. A cold smile played on his lips as he looked at Lin Zhao, and he asked mentally, "Are you Lin Baiyi of Snow Domain Tianchi? And is that sword behind you the legendary Dragon Slaying Sword, ranked first among the world's ten swords?"

"Yes."

Lin Zhao smiled, "Want it? Come and try."

"No rush, no rush."

Gu Yanshu slowly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, leaned against the ancient tree behind him with the Xunlu Sword, and looked at Lin Zhao leisurely, smiling, "I heard you are a disciple of the Confucian Sage Qin Suihan, considered half a scholar?"

"Does it concern you?" Lin Zhao retorted.

"It doesn't."

Gu Yanshu smiled, "Since you are from the Confucian Academy... Heh, when I came here, I killed a twelfth-realm sword cultivator from the Confucian Academy named Xiao Cong, and another scholar in the middle fifth realm, named... named Liu Xingshu, I think. I wonder if you know him. Unfortunately, Liu Xingshu's realm was too weak, not worth my effort to kill. As for Xiao Cong, the sight of him turned into a rain of blood by my sword was truly spectacular."

Lin Zhao's heart was filled with rage. He naturally knew Liu Xingshu. They were disciples of the same lineage as his teacher's teacher, the Old Man of Re-establishing Sage. Xiao Cong was likely also from that lineage, all his fellow disciples. How dare this beast Gu Yanshu kill them so readily?

However, Lin Zhao knew well that he couldn't let his mind be disturbed, or he would fall into Gu Yanshu's trap. He frowned and sneered, "Do you think these upper-fifth realm demons can save you?"

"Who knows."

Gu Yanshu leaned on the Xunlu Sword, smiled lazily, and said with a hint of mockery in his eyes, "But I know that the demons must have some plan in Western Shu. Since they sent Fu Sheng, Lu Hai, and Long Zheng, three powerful Great Demons, to save me, it must be because I am useful to the demons. In that case, I know I won't die today."

Lin Zhao said indifferently, "Just because you are useful to the demons, you are willing to cooperate with them?"

"What does it matter?"

Gu Yanshu grinned, "The human world is already like this anyway. In comparison, I feel that demons are more to my taste. Straightforward, quick to seek revenge and repay favors."

Lin Zhao nodded and stopped looking at him. Gu Yanshu was severely injured and likely no longer capable of drawing his sword at this moment.

But at this moment, the battlefield suddenly changed.

Su Qingjiu, who was originally fighting Long Zheng with her sword, suddenly twisted her slender waist. Her body appeared behind Lu Hai several miles away. She raised her long sword and struck fiercely at the back of Lu Hai's head. Lu Hai roared, and demonic energy surged. With a tricky angle, he thrust his spear backward, barely blocking Su Qingjiu's strike. But the moment Lu Hai hadn't had time to celebrate, Su Qingjiu's third flying sword, Willow Fluff, struck like lightning, turning into strands of willow fluff that ensnared Lu Hai in place.

"Now!"

Little Jiu'er gritted her teeth and brought her sword down fiercely. With a "plop," her Natal Sword, Lingxi, landed on Lu Hai's shoulder, cutting so deeply that blood splattered. Strands of the evil dragon's scales shattered, and the blade bit into bone. However, Lu Hai was, after all, a former thirteenth-realm cultivator, and his physical body was extraordinarily strong. Su Qingjiu's strike left one of his arms nearly severed, attached only by a shred of flesh.

"You!"

Lu Hai roared in agony, and his spear stabbed out, heading straight for Su Qingjiu's heart.

Su Qingjiu retreated rapidly. At this moment, Nuo Zhi's sword descended from the sky. With a clean and swift "chi," Lu Hai's arm was severed, blood splashing everywhere. Simultaneously, Nuo Zhi raised her hand, and the sword lights of her three spirit-slaying swords pierced through Lu Hai's abdomen, churning his internal organs.

Lu Hai gritted his teeth and retreated, quickly shattering a scale from his body to feed his wound. He leaned back and transformed into an evil dragon, instantly charging into the clouds, fleeing without a word.

Su Qingjiu darted backward, her body turning into a bolt of lightning and merging with a spiritual body that had stopped several miles away. She raised her sword, leaving a sword wound on Long Zheng's shoulder. The now-free Nuo Zhi followed with a flash of sword light and attacked. Her ten spirit-slaying swords turned into a blood-red glow and struck fiercely, making the already struggling Long Zheng even more overwhelmed.

She hastily opened the green oil-paper umbrella behind her, and an invisible sword-intent shield instantly formed around her. But it couldn't withstand the fierce onslaught of Su Qingjiu and Nuo Zhi. Sword tips pierced holes in the oil-paper umbrella in an instant. That was her Natal item, and she couldn't bear to abandon it. She quickly retracted the oil-paper umbrella, her body twisting and writhing in a highly seductive manner, and transformed into a green dragon, charging into the floating clouds.

"Don't pursue a cornered enemy, kill Fu Sheng!"

Lin Zhao rode his flying sword and swept past. His Mayfly Flying Sword, five Immortal Swords, and twelve Great Desolation Ancient Swords all surged out from the Yun Jian Lake, heading straight for Fu Sheng, who was locked in combat with Huang Tingyu. At this moment, Huang Tingyu was already quite battered, his body covered in wounds, while Fu Sheng's expression was quite hesitant. Long Zheng and Lu Hai had both left. Should he also leave? But if he left and allowed Gu Yanshu to be killed, then Yu Zhi's plan of "killing intent pressing down the heavens and earth" would be in vain. The Demon Ancestor and Yu Zhi would both hold him accountable.

Fu Sheng didn't care about himself, but what about his disciples and grandchildren below? Someone would inevitably be implicated.

"Attack!"

Su Qingjiu struck first, her three Natal Flying Swords all rushing out of Yun Jian Lake, clashing with Fu Sheng's various Confucian techniques. Huang Tingyu mustered his remaining strength, hacking wildly with his sword. Nuo Zhi's ten spirit-slaying swords flew through the air. Under the combined assault of three twelfth-realm peak Sword Immortals, in less than ten moves, Fu Sheng had sustained five sword wounds, his greyish-white robe stained red with blood.

About ten breaths later, Su Qingjiu, having suppressed Fu Sheng with all her might and struck him more than ten times, withdrew rapidly. She merged with her sword, transforming into a sword light and heading east.

"Brother Lin Zhao."

She sent a mental message, "Huang Tingyu and Nuo Zhi are enough to suppress Fu Sheng in his current state. I will go pursue Long Zheng and try to bring back her head. Otherwise, she will always be a trouble."

"En."

Lin Zhao nodded. He deeply agreed with Little Jiu'er's thoughts. On the Demon Ancestor's mountain, the Great Demons who attacked each time usually had two key figures: Feng Quan and Long Zheng. Both were extremely troublesome twelfth-realm sword cultivators. These two were like the gatekeepers of the Demon Ancestor's mountain. They were not the strongest, but they exerted a strong sense of suppression on the human world.

This feeling was like playing a board game. The Demon Ancestor had many chess pieces. Thirteen-realm cultivators like Yu Zhi, Fu Sheng, Ning Yuansheng, and Nan Qingfeng were roughly equivalent to "army commanders" who were usually not moved lightly. Long Zheng and Feng Quan, however, were equivalent to "division commanders." In fact, it was often these types of figures who truly threatened the human world and rampaged everywhere.

Killing one Long Zheng was insignificant. What about killing another Feng Quan? Soon, the Demon Ancestor would have no one left to use.

...

Ling Que Lake.

A Dragon Boat from the Mohist Ancestral Hall slowly descended and landed on Baiyan Mountain, not far from the lakeside. A twelfth-realm sword cultivator, Xu Shuo, leaped from the Dragon Boat, followed by 500 Mohist cultivators. They each carried instruments and materials for constructing formations and quickly disappeared into the surrounding forest.

Xu Shuo, however, frowned, a long box on his back from which faint wisps of fire essence emerged.

"Hmm?"

Xu Shuo suddenly seemed to sense something, and his eyebrows slightly raised. He saw an old man in a blood-red long gown slowly approaching, and behind him, the Dharma image of a nine-headed fire lion gradually appeared. It was the thirteenth-realm Great Demon Ning Yuansheng. Ning Yuansheng did not hesitate and soared into the air, striking heavily at Xu Shuo's head with his palm.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Xu Shuo suddenly振 his right arm, drew his sword, and a dense sword intent surged into the sky.

They are making a move now. Do they really think the second strongest sword technique of my Mohist Ancestral Hall is for show?