The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 7 Gratitude and Revenge!
General, Princess?!

Zhou Yan was stunned, and then he felt a long sigh of relief. After that, he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. His arms trembled slightly, and his breathing became somewhat labored.

Li Zhiwei, is she a princess?

No wonder he has such insight and composure.

Zhou Yan was thinking about this, but he also keenly noticed that although the general had come here, there was still a hint of disdain in his eyes, and his demeanor could not be described as respectful. In chaotic times, a princess?
He had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Pei Xuanbao said, "The princess is in danger, and I am too late to rescue her. Please forgive me."

"These monsters will be dealt with by your subject."

As he gripped his weapon and swung the long-handled battle blade, visible shockwaves ripped through the air, cutting through the earth and uprooting trees with the force of the wind. Any monsters that approached were utterly powerless to resist and were all slain.

However, he did not explore the village in depth.

This place is isolated from the outside world and has vaguely resembled a blessed land. The master of this realm is probably no ordinary person. The reason he did not come out earlier was simply because he did not care about the petty squabbles between ordinary little demons.

Just as an emperor would never personally catch a petty thief.

However, his personal arrival had already attracted the attention of the owner of this place.

If he were to venture deeper into this village, a fierce battle would surely ensue, perhaps even a fight to the death.

All we need to do is kill a few minor demons.

He raised his hand to lead Li Zhiwei away, not even glancing at Zhou Yan. Li Zhiwei said anxiously:

"General, this is the man who saved me. Please save him as well."

Pei Xuanbao glanced at Zhou Yan, his gaze sweeping over the clothes he'd ripped off a demon, and the hemp shoes revealing his big toes. He frowned slightly, but since it was the princess who had spoken, he paused, asking:
"What is your name, and what is your background?"

This was a tone akin to interrogation. Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow and said:
"Zhou Yan".

Pei Xuanbao frowned and asked, "Do you have a courtesy name?"

"No."

"Do you have any uncles or elders serving as officials in the court?"

"No."

Pei Xuanbao's gaze swept over them, his eyes cold and contemptuous. Zhou Yan, who was already exhausted, suddenly felt something was wrong. He saw Pei Xuanbao grab Li Zhiwei's arm, and the next moment, his aura exploded. Pei Xuanbao took Li Zhiwei and flew away.

Zhou Yan heard a dismissive and indifferent comment.

"It turned out to be a white body."

Li Zhiwei's eyes widened, and she said anxiously, "You! General Pei, him!"

She turned around and tried to reach out to grab Zhou Yan, but Pei Xuanbao's martial arts skills were extremely high. He was incredibly fast, and Zhou Yan was reduced to a tiny dot in an instant. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't let go of Pei Xuanbao's hand.

Pei Xuanbao said in a deep voice:

"The situation is complicated. The rebels have not been eliminated, and the princess is young. She may be being deceived."

"I am but a commoner, yet I would gladly die for you."

"you!!!"

This place is fraught with danger, and Pei Xuanbao is unwilling to risk it for the sake of taking another commoner with him. As for the princess, he will simply rescue her and no one can say anything wrong with that. He looked down and saw that the man named Zhou Yan was glaring at him angrily, his eyes clear and bright.

Pei Xuanbao frowned slightly.

With a casual wave of his hand, a crescent-shaped burst of energy concealed itself and fell.

If this person gets out alive, he might say something inappropriate, which could cause some trouble.

Moreover, the real reason is—

That man dared to look up at him.

In a dramatic turn of events, Pei Xuanbao appeared. What was initially thought to be a divine intervention turned out to be quite unexpected. Zhou Yan saw the energy surging down and had no time to react.

Zhao the Butcher had just scrambled to the back, but when he saw the energy rushing towards Zhou Yan, his eyes turned red.

His most desired food was about to be cut up. How could such good meat be handled so roughly?! How could such good meat be wasted like this?!

No, no, no!!!

Eat, eat, eat!
His insatiable appetite spurred him into action; his steps were swift, and black energy swirled around him.

He grabbed Zhou Yan without hesitation, and the black energy transformed into a black wind, increasing in speed to avoid the circular energy. He had indeed caught Zhou Yan and avoided the blade energy, and breathed a sigh of relief.

it is good!
The force struck the ground, embedding itself as if slicing through rotten flesh. The earth was torn apart, Zhou Yan's vision went black, and then he felt a sharp pain as he and the butcher crashed to the ground, rolling backward. The butcher's hand, which had been holding Zhou Yan's, lost its strength.

"Ha, ha, at least, at least it wasn't a waste."

Zhou Yan's vision slowly returned, and he saw Zhao the Butcher panting and laughing, saw huge knife marks on the ground outside the manor, and saw that Zhao the Butcher's lower body had turned into a pile of rotten flesh, with only half of his body remaining.

Even a demon with some cultivation would die if it were cut in half at the waist.

Butcher Zhao realized what had happened, his face turned pale, and he murmured, "So hungry, so painful."

"I'm so hungry, and it hurts so much..."

"Where's my back?! My love, my love!"

He screamed in agony, "Where did my waist go?!"

Looking at this absurd scene, Zhou Yan finally understood what was going on. The fat monster in front of him had accidentally saved him in order to get a good piece of meat. Otherwise, he would probably have been turned into a lump of rotten flesh by that knife.

Zhou Yan raised his head and looked at the sky.

A sudden surge of anger and rage welled up within him, and he clenched his teeth.

It has nothing to do with power, it's just anger. Even when the weak stare directly at the strong, the anger is like a spark igniting from a flint.

“Pei, Xuan, Bao…”

Footsteps rustled, Zhou Yan's chest heaved. Hearing the noise, he looked around and saw even more demons approaching. Pei Xuanbao had made too much of a commotion; Zhou Yan didn't even know if the attack was meant to kill him or to mislead him. He tried to run, but the entrance was blocked by the demons.

With just a glance, one could see at least twenty or thirty monsters surrounding the area.

These monsters seemed to have been frightened just now. Instead of rushing straight at them, they formed a circle and slowly approached. The guy who had shouted that someone was running away had already been killed by the big tree that had been knocked down by Pei Xuanbao's energy during the fight.

There was no escape; there was no way to go to heaven or earth, no way out.

Zhou Yan, a mere mortal, had already exhausted himself to reach this point. The recent dramatic ups and downs had left his body trembling slightly from exhaustion. Seeing the surrounding demons slowly approaching, the butcher demon, now only half its original size, was still muttering to itself:
"It hurts, but it smells so good..."

He gradually stopped feeling the pain and murmured, "My lord, you smell so good."

Zhou Yan looked at Zhao the Butcher.

Although the demon had saved him for his flesh, it seemed to value his obsessive desires more than life and death. Seeing the surrounding demons approaching, and knowing he was doomed, it laughed instead.

"Fine, fine, I'll give you a break before I die!"

"At least you saved me once."

He drew the knife from his waist, staggered to his feet, and the demons seemed to be greatly frightened by Pei Xuanbao, instinctively stopping in their tracks. Zhou Yan grinned, disregarding hygiene, took the knife, flipped it over, and cut his palm, clenching his fist tightly.

Red blood dripped down and landed on the butcher's mouth.

The butcher's dying eyes suddenly lit up, and he licked the blood with his tongue.

Finally, I got to eat the flesh and blood I had been longing for.

Finally, he smiled contentedly and sighed, "It smells good, but it's not that delicious!"

"So it's just ordinary blood after all!"

"But I'm satisfied!"

"Are you satisfied? That's good."

The boy's voice responded, and then he gripped the knife with both hands. Having gone through all this, he was exhausted and knew that he would not be able to escape this time and would definitely die. Zhou Yan held the knife and raised it high under the gaze of the slowly surrounding demons.

Gather your strength, then strike hard.

It pierced through the satisfied butcher's eyes, then stabbed diagonally into his brain.

!!!

The demons surrounding him seemed to be frightened by this ruthless man who was clearly about to die.

Even though the butcher had eaten the flesh of the hungry ghost, rushed out of the fire, and was cut in half at the waist by the force, he was already on the verge of death. Zhou Yan used all his strength to stab the thing into the other's head. In the end, he had no strength left and lay on the hilt of the knife, panting heavily.

Exhausted, disheveled, and fearful, he looked, to be honest, as wretched as a beggar.

His brows radiated a sharp and piercing aura.

That woman has her own place to go; a meeting, a raging fire; the white cloth used for wrapping her was buried in the flames; those who wanted to eat me, I killed; those who saved me, I repaid their kindness, and then killed them!

One side is kindness, the other is resentment.

Dying would be a relief.

No, what a pity—

And Wang Chun.

Pei Xuanbao.

Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and slowly tightened his grip on the knife—he had inexplicably arrived at this place, struggled forward, and finally arrived here, but he was exhausted and about to die, and he couldn't die so pathetically.

With his body straining to its last ounce of strength, he slowly pulled the broken knife from Zhao the butcher's eye socket.

The blade sharpened the demon's bones, and the sound was faintly intense.

In Zhou Yan's sea of ​​consciousness, the jade scroll changed light. Under the blade, the named butcher was suddenly covered with a layer of light golden light. The moment the blade was pulled out, the butcher's remaining body, and even his obsessive soul, all collapsed!

Subdue their hearts, sever their lives, this is called—

Slay demons and monsters!

Wow!

On the jade book, the light changed, and on the page of the hungry ghost, a ferocious and savage demon was drawn. It was Zhao the Butcher. His soul was destroyed, but he still had supernatural powers hidden within him, which could be driven.

Zhao the Butcher's soul and spirit dissipated into ashes, and golden light flowed around Zhou Yan.

However, Zhou Yan had no strength left.

The ordeal that had lasted just one day had completely drained his physical strength, intelligence, and judgment. But after all that, this body, as a human being, had only one thing left.

That is, all that's left is that last bit of courage and anger.

Zhou Yan drew his sword:

"Come!"

The demons rushed forward.

boom! ! !
The jade talisman in Zhou Yan's pocket shone brightly, and a roaring sound suddenly came from the entrance, like a tiger breaking through a mountain. A blur crashed into the place, knocking away the hungry ghosts blocking the way. A horizontal blade pierced through the mouth of a monster, then through the back of its head, and then into the mouth of the next monster.

He pierced through three monsters with a single strike.

A large hand pressed down on Zhou Yan's shoulder and pulled him to his side. The armor, stained with blood, exuded a surging aura. The dark cloak billowed, and the middle-aged man in mountain-patterned armor shielded Zhou Yan under his blade.

"Very good……"

His face was etched with fatigue, and he said in a low voice:

"you are still alive."

(End of this chapter)