Chapter 93: Human Race Dao Integration Realm Sword Cultivator?
White Python Manor.
Inside the hall filled with song and dance, over a dozen slender and graceful young girls danced lightly. Every pair of beautiful eyes held a trace of charm.
These young girls were all transformed snake demons with lowly statuses. In the White Python Manor, they could only be reduced to low-level servants. If they could be fancied by the guest treated by the Manor Lord and taken away, that would be a meteoric rise.
How could they possibly give up such an opportunity? Naturally, they exerted all their skills.
"Hahaha, good, good!"
Xiong Ba, who was slightly tipsy, drained the spirit wine in his cup in one gulp. He stared at these dancers with great interest. In his eyes, he could already fantasize about how these dancers would look beneath him. He did not want to pick just one; wanting them all was his true nature.
After a moment.
Xiong Ba drank half a jar of spirit wine, and a trace of doubt finally emerged in his eyes.
"Hmm... Senior Brother Bai has been out for so long, why hasn't he returned yet?" Xiong Ba muttered softly.
Just at this moment.
Just as Xiong Ba wanted to order the waiting steward to fetch another jar of spirit wine, a loud explosion suddenly erupted from the roof.
Fragments of tiles fell, smashing onto the ground with crisp cracking sounds.
Bang!
In the next moment.
A three-foot-long azure light magic sword pierced straight into the wine table in front of him.
"This... what the hell is this!"
Xiong Ba looked at the magic sword trembling on the wine table. His expression abruptly froze, his face full of confusion.
He looked closely and clearly saw that on this magic sword, the stable formation patterns were cracking one after another. Sword qi scattered, causing the wine table to instantly split apart; the destructive power was extremely strong.
"Gulp!"
Within Xiong Ba's divine consciousness, he could already sense the danger constantly rising from the flying sword.
"Not good!"
Xiong Ba's pupils constricted. That oppressive sword qi on the flying sword made even him feel a trace of terror. If it completely erupted, he would definitely be heavily injured if not killed!
Just as he suddenly stood up and turned to leave.
Bang bang bang...
Several large holes suddenly appeared on the roof again. Four flying swords landed neatly around him. Moreover, the formation patterns on the flying swords were shattering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Are you kidding me!" Xiong Ba looked around, and a bad premonition abruptly rose in his heart.
Immediately after, the five Sixth Grade flying swords that fell into the hall exploded with a bang. Powerful sword qi interwove, greatly increasing the power of the sword qi.
All the demons affected were instantly cut into powder by the sword qi.
Before they could even let out a scream, they were sliced into a pile of minced meat by countless sharp sword qi. In an instant, the manor hall that was originally filled with singing and dancing turned into an Asura hellscape.
And the young master on Black Wind Ridge, the famous hedonistic disciple Xiong Ba, died tragically just like that!
Rumble~
Dozens of magic treasure flying swords triggered a chain reaction. Within less than half a breath, they detonated, blowing the entire White Python Manor into the sky.
The initiator of all this, Lin Xuan, unfolded his Dragon Wings after dropping the magic treasure flying swords at the fastest speed. Without the slightest hesitation, he activated the Asura First Body.
After his strength doubled, he used the Great Void Technique to flee. He even added the Breath Concealment Technique.
He raced madly in the direction of Demon Suppression City!
That White Python Manor Lord did not have an ordinary identity. He was a disciple of a Dao Integration Realm great demon within the Canglan Demon Clan. To say there were no communication talismans between disciple and master, or perhaps some life-and-death talismans and soul jade talismans, was simply impossible.
Since the White Python Manor Lord died tragically, his master, General Qing Long, would definitely know.
Facing a Dao Integration Realm demon, he currently had no certainty of winning. There was only one path to take: run. Naturally, he had to unleash his fastest speed and slip away immediately!
Half a quarter of an hour later.
A gust of black wind crossed the White Dragon River. In the blink of an eye, it arrived above the ruins of the blown-up White Python Manor.
A green-robed old man appeared. He stood floating in the air, looking down from above the clouds at the White Python Manor which had become ruins below. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Below.
The originally majestic White Python Manor now only had a few shattered wooden boards remaining. The White Python Manor, which occupied nearly a hundred acres, had directly vanished.
Inside the void, there was even some lingering, biting sword qi.
General Qing Long casually captured a wisp of drifting sword qi in his hand. The demon qi wrapping the sword qi in his palm could faintly not contain it.
"Could it be that the opponent is a Human Race Dao Integration Realm sword cultivator!"
A trace of fear emerged in General Qing Long's heart.
To be able to blow away the entire White Python Manor with one sword, and for the power of this sword qi aftershock to be so strong even after some time had passed since the move was used... I am afraid even I am not his match.
Among the demon race who cultivate to high realms, not a single one is unafraid of death. It is fine to bully cultivators a level weaker, but conflicts with strong individuals of the same rank should be avoided as much as possible.
Let alone that the opponent is a sword cultivator most adept at killing. General Qing Long lost his nerve!
The reason he asked Bai Jiang to help him plunder the souls of human children was, firstly, out of fear of encountering powerful human experts. Secondly, it was to let Bai Jiang share the monstrous karmic force condensed from the children's souls.
Once the karmic force reaches a certain level, it will attract lightning tribulations. If a few more people share the karmic force, then what he has to endure will be weaker.
Afterward.
General Qing Long spread out his divine consciousness and investigated the surrounding hundred miles of the White Python Manor, but unexpectedly failed to find a single trace of that human sword cultivator.
This made General Qing Long's spine go cold.
It was very likely that the opponent's realm was even stronger than his, so he could not even detect the aura.
Actually, if General Qing Long had investigated carefully, he could still have found some clues. For example, in the forest behind the mountain where Lin Xuan and the White Python fought.
If he deduced from there, he could still have found some of Lin Xuan's aura, and following that, found him escaping into the spatial crack.
But his preconceived notions had already disrupted his judgment.
And General Qing Long did not even care about the survivors at the foot of the White Python Manor mountain. Instead, he prepared to retreat first. He would report the matter of a Human Race Dao Integration Realm sword cultivator appearing in the Canglan territory to the Canglan Ancestor.
"This place is not suitable to stay for long!" General Qing Long swept a glance at the surrounding void, as if afraid that the Human Race Dao Integration Realm sword cultivator would rush out and kill him.
Although human children's souls were extremely important, compared to his own life, the superior choice was naturally instantly decided. After hesitating on the spot for a moment, he flew back towards the Canglan Mountain Range via the White Dragon River.
And at this time.
Lin Xuan, who was fleeing desperately, did not know that the Dao Integration Realm demon of the Canglan lineage, General Qing Long, had scared himself away. He sped for nearly ten thousand miles inside the spatial crack.
During this period, he even changed his escape direction, doubling back and changing directions four times, before finally determining the flight trajectory to Demon Suppression City.
Finally, when Lin Xuan saw the outline of Demon Suppression City in the distance from above the clouds, his flight speed suddenly slowed down.
At the same time, he found a barren mountain outside Demon Suppression City. After lurking for half a day, he still did not discover any pursuers. Only then did Lin Xuan, who had been full of vigilance, relax slightly.
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