“Mother.”
“Mommy!”
Kurosaki Long and White Feather Dove crowded around her.
“Cough, cough… Feini, can you move now?” Qingshamu asked.
“Yes, my recovery speed has increased here. In just several days, I’ve mostly recovered. The wounds caused by her Enflamed Fist are healed, so don’t worry,” Feini explained with a nod.
‘…She can even recover from that?’ Qingshamu couldn’t help but smile bitterly, looking at her own broken arm. If only she had that kind of recovery power.
But even if Feini was up and jumping around, the situation had not improved at all.
Jukkido Simon held a sword horizontally in front of her, blocking the only path down the mountain.
She was completely consumed by the flames of jealousy, and her expression was becoming increasingly unstable.
Feini did not care about that. She stared intently at the sword in Jukkido Simon’s hand, knowing that this sword was the key to victory or defeat.
“That sword is the Hero’s Sword. It’s a Human Race treasure that the Adventurer’s Association lost in the Demon Domain. I didn’t expect it to be hidden by the Crimson Dragon Clan,” Qingshamu explained.
“Jukkido, don’t you already have a good sword? I’m useless to you now, right? Why not just let us go?” Feini tried to reason with Jukkido Simon to see if negotiation was possible.
“She can go, her daughter can go, and Xueyuedai can go, too. But you and Little Black cannot. Our family must be whole,” Jukkido Simon said.
“Then there’s nothing to talk about. I don’t want to stay in a place like this, and I especially don’t want to be with you,” Feini stated clearly.
“It’s not up to you to decide now, Feini,” Jukkido Simon said coldly. “Power is everything here.”
Meanwhile, the Dragon Mother slowly emerged from the mansion, surrounding Feini and the others from behind.
The situation became even more dire. The Dragon Mother’s base strength was only slightly weaker than Jukkido Simon’s, making their chances of winning even slimmer.
However, the Dragon Mother’s fighting spirit was flat. She seemed to be slacking off, not really wanting to take action. It was unclear what she was thinking.
“We can’t possibly beat her. Little Black, find an opportunity to take your mother and break out. Baicheng and I will stay behind to hold off Jukkido Simon,” Qingshamu said in a heavy voice.
“Don’t give reckless orders. This path down the mountain isn’t that easy to take. You’ll get us all killed,” Feini rejected the suggestion.
“If we keep going like this, we only have a dead end ahead of us,” Qingshamu argued.
“The key to victory is that sword in her hand. If we can snatch it or find a way to counter it, we have a chance,” Feini analyzed.
“Everyone knows that,” Qingshamu said helplessly. “The problem is, how do we counter it?”
“Are you willing to sign a contract with me and become my wife?” Feini suddenly became assertive, wanting to turn the tables and become the master.
“What did you say?” Qingshamu failed to hear clearly for a moment and let out a surprised cry.
“I asked if you could be my blood bag, you idiot!” Feini snapped.
“What do you mean?” Qingshamu scratched her head. At the critical moment, she was extremely dense—as indecisive as always.
“Forget it, I’ll just use force. Your arm is broken anyway, so you can’t resist.” Feini turned her face away, and several holes suddenly burst through the clothes on her back.
Multiple tentacles emerged, instantly wrapping around Qingshamu’s broken arm.
“Ah!” Xueyuedai was terrified at the sight of these tentacles.
She had been dealt a heavy blow by these things before; back then, it was only a mental connection, but now they had broken into reality.
Feini’s body hadn’t just recovered during this time; she had even managed to rediscover much of her former power.
She now understood why. Just as the Hero and the Demon King were fated rivals, she, as a Demon Sword, had her own fated rival: the Hero’s Sword in Jukkido Simon’s hand.
She had been continuously accumulating power specifically to defeat it!
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
The Demon Sword’s tentacles coiled around the former Hero Qingshamu’s broken arm.
Small openings at the tips bit into her skin and began sucking blood, but at the same time, they poured a strange energy into Qingshamu’s body.
Qingshamu immediately felt as if her spirit was one with Feini’s.
Her broken arm healed rapidly, and her endurance was powerfully replenished.
Even though her blood was being drained, she was instantly revitalized to full health.
Feini herself transformed on the spot, shrinking and hardening. In the blink of an eye, she turned into a large, pitch-black blade, revealing her Original Form.
However, she still lacked a Grip. What was lost could not be returned.
But there was no need to worry. The tentacles pulled the Demon-Slaying Sword, actually linking it directly to Qingshamu’s arm.
The blade became an extension of her limb, achieving the Unity of Man and Sword then and there.
“Let’s go together, Former Hero.”
“It’s time to give this arrogant fool a lesson.”
Feini’s voice echoed from the Sword Bracelet Magic Eye.
It seemed Qingshamu being expelled from the Holy Church was all for this moment.
Since she was no longer a Hero, wielding a Demon Sword would not be considered treasonous.
Meanwhile, the Demon King on the opposite side was flaunting the Hero’s Sword. That was an act against heaven, destined for a fall.
“Unforgivable! Give Feini back to me!”
When Jukkido Simon saw this—saw Feini recover her power, revert to a Demon Sword, and even sign a Parasitic Contract with Qingshamu—she felt as if she were being cuckolded on the spot.
Consumed by extreme jealousy and rage, she immediately breathed Dragonflame and charged forward, swinging her sword in a furious strike.
However, she saw Qingshamu—who had been incredibly sluggish before—easily dodge her slash with an extremely bizarre movement technique.
The former Hero’s dodging motion looked as if the Demon Sword were pulling her along the ground.
It was not a movement a human could possibly make!
Whoosh!
Qingshamu easily maneuvered behind her and delivered a heavy downward slash toward Jukkido Simon’s back.
Jukkido Simon wasn’t bad either; she swung her sword back to parry.
Clang!
The Demon-Slaying Sword and the Hero’s Sword clashed, erupting in a strange shockwave.
It was like a clash of rules between good and evil, sending both of them flying back.
Qingshamu felt nothing and quickly adjusted her stance.
But for Jukkido Simon, this was extremely difficult to accept!
She had been winning, winning, and winning before! But now, she was only at a stalemate with this defeated opponent? It was impossible!
‘Impossible… Impossible!’
Jukkido Simon roared loudly, Dragonflame erupting from her body as she lunged at her enemy again with even greater speed and power.
“Flash left, flash right, jump up, crouch down.”
However, after obtaining the Demon-Slaying Sword, Qingshamu’s movements were ghostly.
She kept muttering under her breath as if communicating with someone.
She evolved once more. No longer was she being pulled by the Demon Sword; her consciousness had reached a state of unity with it.
Jukkido Simon delivered over ten fierce slashes in close proximity, but not a single one could touch Qingshamu.
Thump!
Qingshamu saw an opening and counterattacked, her sword slamming heavily onto Jukkido Simon’s head.