Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 50 Demon

Zhu Bei gave a cold laugh: "Death?"

"Ah Quan, you're too naive. There are plenty of strange people in this world who can neither live nor die."

You've heard of the "Life and Death Talisman," right?

Aquan's eyes welled up with tears, and he nodded. Zhu Bei continued, "The Life and Death Talisman was invented by the human race to enslave our alien race. It is not only a shackle, but also a punishment."

"Whenever it flares up, amidst the endless pain, death is the only relief. Do you think the Autumn Frost Sword Sect doesn't have such a thing?"

A-Quan's body trembled slightly, and Zhu Bei's voice was cold and indifferent: "You'd better pray that the people of the Autumn Frost Sword Sect are all wiped out, otherwise—"

She didn't finish her sentence, but everyone understood.

The old merman turned his head and lectured the other members of his tribe: "You must never act recklessly like A-Quan, lest you bring disaster upon yourselves."

"In this world, the lives of extraordinary people are worth less than weeds. It's better to die quickly than to be begging for death."

A group of younger, still very young, nodded meekly, unable to resist even though they knew they were being sent to their deaths. The old merman felt a pang of sadness, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He couldn't help but shed tears, and murmured, "Holy Maiden Chaoxi, where are you? So many years have passed without a trace. Did you really die in the Nameless Sea?"

"We, the people of the merfolk, are all waiting for your appearance to restore our royal court!"

Zhu Bei looked up at the starry sky for a long time before turning his gaze away and saying in a low voice, "The Holy Maiden Chao Xi has not appeared for so long. We should have chosen a new Holy Maiden to lead our Merfolk clan long ago."

The old merman shook his head and whispered to his clansmen, "The Holy Maiden of Chaoxi is missing, and the whereabouts of the Fish-Hidden Sword are unknown. How can we choose a new Holy Maiden?"

"Throughout history, only the owner of the Fish-Hidden Sword has been the holy maiden of my Merfolk clan!"

Zhu Bei had never known this before. Her eyes flickered, and she asked in a secret voice, "If Saintess Chaoxi is dead and the Fish-Hidden Sword has been taken by the human race, does that mean that our Merfolk race will never have a new Saintess?"

The old merman wiped away his tears and said, "Our clan's Holy Maiden Chaoxi has only disappeared. She must still be alive in some corner of the world. In the future, you must not say such disrespectful things about the Holy Maiden again."

Zhu Bei felt sorry for these young merfolk who had never received the protection of the Holy Maiden of Chaoxi, and deep down they couldn't quite understand the old merfolk's supreme reverence for her.

They held a deep reverence for the legendary Holy Maiden of Chaoxi, but it was a very vague kind of reverence.

The old merman sighed inwardly and continued, "If the Fish-Hidden Sword unfortunately falls into the hands of humans or demons, whoever in my clan can retrieve it will be the next Holy Maiden."

Before the Merfolk Royal Court was destroyed, the transfer of power was not like this. They would hold a grand ceremony to elect a Holy Maiden. The Merfolk girls who participated in the selection had to pass many tests, and finally the previous Holy Maiden would personally hand over the Fish-Hidden Sword to the new Holy Maiden.

Zhu Bei's mind stirred slightly, and he wanted to ask about the fish-hidden sword, but he found that the old merman's eyes were wide open, filled with astonishment and fear.

pat.

Blood dripped onto the ground with a faint sound, and a chill ran down Zhu Bei's spine. She looked at the old merman's chest, where a fist-sized hole had appeared, and a pale blue hand was stirring inside.

"Ah! The demon race!"

A mermaid girl was so frightened that her face turned pale and she screamed.

The bamboo cage creaked and groaned, tilting precariously. The mermaids huddled inside trembled, their faces pale. The demon took out the old mermaid's pearl, put it in its mouth, and began to chew it with a crunching sound, instantly raising its own cultivation level.

"The Autumn Frost Sword Sect is a reputable sect, how could you collude with the demon race?" Yang Ruo's eyes were filled with disbelief. He unleashed several sword beams, and the bamboo cage, which was protected by a restriction, shattered into pieces, allowing the merfolk to escape.

Luo Dujun's face was dark and terrifying. Another cultivator at the third level of the cultivation realm opened his mouth and cursed angrily: "You brat, watch your mouth! Who colluded with the demon race? My Autumn Frost Sword Sect would never stoop to associating with the demon race! If you keep smearing our Autumn Frost Sword Sect, watch your tongue!"

Yang Ruo was relieved after being scolded. It was good that the Qiushuang Sword Sect had not colluded with the demon race, otherwise it would have affected a wide range of people, and Yuling Prefecture would have been plunged into another bloodbath.

Sword light flashed everywhere, crashing down on the earth with a series of booming sounds, halting the demon's advance.

Ah Quan's hand trembled as he cast the spell, forming half a hand seal. He stared at the demon's movements and swallowed hard.

The demon stood up, reaching a height of ten feet. Its skin was bluish-green, as if covered in moss, and its five fingers resembled eagle claws, forming hooks, with icy blue blood still clinging to them.

A sword flash grazed past his nose. The demon raised his head, his eyes gleaming, and took a step forward, charging towards Yang Ruo.

Zheng!
The iron sword thrust diagonally, the blade wobbling several times as Ning Fusang blocked the demon. Several nicks and cracks had appeared on the sword.

She suddenly let go, grabbed a few broken blades, applied spiritual power, and flung them downwards. The snow-white sword shards drew a crescent-shaped arc, severing the heads of two first-level cultivators.

Li Zhoushui and Mao Dong reacted swiftly, parrying with their swords. The shattered blades struck the ancient tree, and they collapsed to the ground with a thud. Looking at their two dead fellow disciples, their expressions turned solemn.

hum.

With a soft hum, Ning Fusang made a sword incantation, and the flying sword on the ground fell into her hand. She pointed at the air, leaped into the air, and attacked the demon.

Under the combined attack of Luo Dujun and the three cultivators at the third level, Yang Ruo freed his left hand and shot out several spiritual energy blades, which struck the demon.

The light blade struck the demon's nose, arms, waist, abdomen, and thighs, leaving only bloodstains but no blood gushing out.

What an incredibly powerful physique!

Yang Ruo's pupils contracted as he realized that this demon's strength far surpassed Ning Fusang's. He was about to tell Ning Fusang to leave when two flying swords pierced through from the front and back, stopping Yang Ruo's movements.

He was extremely anxious when he saw several more sword lights flashing across the horizon.

Dong Fangfei, Yang Ni and her group came looking for Yang Ruo and Ning Fusang because they had not returned for a long time. However, they seemed to have a faint smell of blood on them.

Wu Gui explained, "We encountered a demon at the Temple of the Immortals."

Although they were just a few low-level demons, it still took some effort. Wu Gui briefly described their fight with the demons.

This was not the right time to ask such questions. Several men drew their swords and joined the battle.

The sisters Hua Qian and Hua Yue stopped Li Zhou Shui, Mao Dong, Dong Fang Fei, Yang Ni, Wu Gui, and Xie Feng respectively to deal with the demon.

Under the combined attack, the demon was at ease. His voice was hoarse as he uttered in human language: "Die."

boom!
A chilling wind swept out, as if an invisible, gigantic handprint had struck their hearts, causing their internal organs to churn violently and their blood and qi to become disordered.

(End of this chapter)