Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 120 Coming to Kill
Xia Xuan's defeat was unexpected by everyone.

She should have been the one with the best chance of winning this sword-fighting competition.

Changsun Yu, in particular, could not accept that Xia Xuan had lost, but he could not accept that she had lost in this way.

His only thought was to make the fight between the two as fierce as possible, even if Pei Xia lost, he wanted her to win a Pyrrhic victory.

He was probably the only one in the room who, like Pei Xia, genuinely felt that Xia Xuan's decision to show mercy was utterly idiotic.

He took this dissatisfaction to the sword-testing platform, and his attacks were extremely reckless.

However, just like when he attacked Li Tan, he was vicious and very secretive. He relied on his inner fire and Su Shi's superb spiritual power manipulation skills to make it impossible for anyone to defend against him.

This comparison makes Pei Xiaying and Xia Xuan's despicable nature all the more apparent.

Judging from the cheers of the spectators, Changsun Yu seemed to have already won the final victory.

The decisive day is tomorrow, and Qingfeng Sword Peak will once again find some peace.

As usual, Changsun Yu paid his respects to the sect leader, and then went to the sect's main hall alone.

When he reached the second floor, Elder Xiaoyue from the inner sect was already waiting for him.

Pulling Changsun Yu's arm, Xiaoyue pressed her voluptuous body against him and said in a soft, fragrant voice, "I've already checked. That Pei Xia has no connection with the sect leader, so you can rest assured."

Feeling the fullness on his arm, Changsun Yu raised an eyebrow and grabbed it.

This inner sect elder, who possessed the cultivation level of the Transformation Realm, was not angry at all. Instead, his eyes were filled with spring-like pleasure as he groaned with a twisted sense of ecstasy.

Changsun Yu looked into the emptiness in her eyes, his eyes reflecting the fire in his heart, and smiled with satisfaction: "If only my master could be as obedient as you."

Elder Xiaoyue gave a coquettish reproach: "How could the head dancer possibly understand your kindness?"

Holding the soft, fragrant body in his arms, Changsun Yu shook his head: "How could you possibly understand how good she is?"

Xiaoyue felt uncomfortable with what was said, but since she was in front of Changsun Yu, this discomfort was not without its own kind of pleasure.

With her fragrant tongue licking her red lips, she spoke in a sweet, orchid-like breath: "Xia Xuan has already been defeated, and the plan is half successful. If you win tomorrow, the Sword Trial will end, and your reputation will soar. You will be able to eliminate dissidents within the sect, and then you can press the Xuan Ge Sword Mansion to force Fu Hongshuang to produce her sword inheritance. At that time, with your talent, you will be invincible in conquering the sects of Youzhou!"

“Yes,” Changsun Yuyuan looked towards the roof of the main hall, at the secret chamber where his master was “in seclusion,” “Why doesn’t she understand? She keeps talking about demons and evil spirits. How can a power that can help me and the Lingxiao Sword Sect reach the pinnacle be a demon? Even if it really is… as long as we can win in the end, how can a demon not be a god or Buddha?”

……

The next morning, before dawn.

Pei Xia was already up in the guest room.

For someone as habitually lazy as him, getting up this early must mean he has something important to do.

He pulled back the covers and slapped Lu Li's buttocks twice. Lu Li rolled over and bit his arm.

So Pei Xia picked up Lu Li and started packing her luggage, whispering instructions to her: "You don't need to go to the Sword Testing Platform today. Take your luggage early, bring out our horses, and head to a place about 20 miles east of Lingxiao Mountain. I saw it on the way here; there's a tavern there. Just wait for me there."

Pei Xia spoke as she tidied up the items.

Pei Xia stuffed in about thirty taels of loose silver, along with a demon beast's inner core.

As for the two Fangcun Pills that Lingxiao Sword Sect had previously rewarded Pei Xia and Lu Li, he kept them all, including the pills and magical artifacts he was rewarded with when they advanced to the fourth and eighth levels, which he also kept in the house.

When we go up the mountain later, we'll leave everything to Xu Shangxin.

Pear understood what he meant, and she wasn't reluctant at all. She just asked in a low voice, "So, will you kill that Changsun Yu today?"

"Yes." Pei Xia nodded without hesitation.

Lu Li hesitated for a moment before saying, "Although he used excessive force against Li Tan, his crime doesn't warrant death..."

Pei Xia waved her hand: "It has nothing to do with this, he has to die."

The Lingxiao Sword Sect was the place Pei Xia chose for Xu Shangxin. If you were to say it was just a power struggle among ordinary sects, or a competition between geniuses, Pei Xia would think it was normal. But Changsun Yu's destructive power was clearly far beyond that.

However, because of his current profound cultivation level, many people have underestimated this point.

Pei Xia is cursed. Over the years, not only has his cultivation level as a master not dared to break through to the fifth realm, but his physique and martial arts have also been gradually lost.

Because no one in this world knows better than him how terrifying a talented cultivator can become once they completely side with the Calamity Pig.

Even if it's just a spark of passion.

"I can't let such a scourge stay by Xu Shangxin's side. It's also a way of ridding the martial arts world of a menace."

Pei Xia said that, but Lu Li still looked a little embarrassed. She pinched her chubby chin and thought for a while: "Maybe we should wait."

When he begins to implement his plan, eliminating dissidents within the Lingxiao Sword Sect, slaughtering cultivators in the martial world, and stirring up war among various sects.

“If you kill him then, no one will criticize you. If you do it now, they will say you are framing him. Haven’t you heard how many people are cursing you these past two days?”

"They think this is a trumped-up charge because they don't understand the calamity."

Pei Xia finished packing her things and stood up: "Should I wait for him to go and kill someone just to avoid being scolded?"

Pear stopped trying to persuade her. She sat on the floor, looking up at the ceiling, already imagining what was going on.

I'm thinking of something like a wanted poster...

"Alright," Pei Xia tossed the bulging package to her, then turned and walked towards the door. "Be quick, don't let Xu Shangxin or Li Tan notice."

As I stepped outside, I saw Xu Shangxin from next door also push open her door and come out.

The eldest brother was as usual, wearing a light green shirt, carrying a "Hero, Spare My Life" in his hand, his tied-up ponytail swaying gently in the morning breeze in the courtyard.

She grinned and waved to Pei Xia: "It's the last match today. Good luck and avenge Senior Sister Li."

Pei Xia was silent for a moment, then smiled and patted her head.

At the summit of Qingfeng Sword Peak, where the clouds parted, amidst the resounding horns, many elders of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, along with the spectators who had arrived recently, ascended the long steps.

Today, not only are Lu Chang and Xiao Yue, both at the Transformation Realm, present, but even the sect leader Zheng Ge has personally come to the scene.

Changsun Yu did not dare to be negligent on the surface and arrived at the sword-testing platform early to wait.

Pei Xia was probably a little late because she was packing her luggage.

Clear footsteps could only be heard on the long steps when the onlookers began to whisper among themselves.

The girl carrying the long sword was the first to reach the top. She skipped a few steps forward lightly, and when she saw everyone watching her, her face immediately turned red. She turned around to look at the man below the steps.

"Hurry up, everyone's waiting for us!"

"No hurries……"

The man walked up slowly, carrying his wine gourd in his hand.

His clothes clung to him in the strong wind, making him appear thin and frail. Because he hadn't had a proper rest since leaving Junma City, his face was showing obvious signs of fatigue.

His gaze swept across the entire arena, finally settling on Changsun Yu on the sword-testing platform.

Sneered.

You can't win against the calamity.

You can't beat me.

(End of this chapter)