“Waiting for me all this time? Of course.”
Elder Sun turned around, the whites of his eyes filled with bloodshot streaks.
Wu Yan held her sword horizontally in front of her, her expression solemn.
His once robust figure was now withered and dry, his finger-like wooden branches gripping a dagger less than a few dozen centimeters long.
The blade was blood-red, and at the hilt was embedded a bizarre eye, its distinct pupil staring at Wu Yan along with him.
The massive demonic chi Wu Yan felt was emanating from that dagger.
“From the first time I saw you, I knew you were a good candidate for practicing demonic arts.”
Sun Shengming’s tone was extremely sinister, every word dripping with unusual madness.
“No matter how innocent or righteous you act, that drive deep inside you won’t change.”
“I always thought you would embrace our demonic cultivation. What a pity.”
Sun Shengming said, unable to help shaking his head.
“Tell me, how can a person suddenly change inside and out, as if they’re a completely different person?”
Sun Shengming’s words struck Wu Yan’s heart like a heavy hammer, making her tense up.
“To verify my conjecture, I sacrificed my dear nephew. The first person I ever killed in this world—Wang Teng.”
“Dear nephew…”
Scenes from after she arrived in this world suddenly flashed through Wu Yan’s mind.
Seeing the expression on Wu Yan’s face, Sun Shengming chuckled.
“What’s the matter? Remember now?”
“Although that brat completely misunderstood my intentions and ended up getting himself killed by you, my goal was still achieved. It’s a pity, though—the demon seed I planted in his body was about to mature. If he had survived, he would have had a place in the next act.”
The more Sun Shengming spoke, the more deranged he became.
Wu Yan sensed the time was right, and her spiritual power erupted abruptly.
Wu Yan turned into a swift wind.
A flash of green light, and the No-thought Sword cut toward Elder Sun’s right hand holding the bizarre demonic blade with lightning speed.
Facing Wu Yan’s swift attack, Elder Sun’s hair crown was blown off, and his Daoist robe was sliced open in several places by the rushing wind blades.
Yet he himself was completely unfazed, even laughing heartily.
“You don’t think I’ll lose to you again this time, do you?”
He reversed his grip on the blade and casually swung it forward.
Clang!
A powerful recoil shook Wu Yan’s forearm, causing it to tremble.
The airwave attached to the No-thought Sword’s body was dispersed in an instant, sending Wu Yan flying several meters away.
“Stupid piece of wood, be careful! That old bastard’s cultivation has reached the Mid Transformation God stage.”
Transformation God again!
Why does it feel like every time she encounters these demonic cultivators, they’re all at Transformation God?
If it were Golden Core Stage, she was confident she could defeat them completely; if it were Nascent Soul Stage, she was sure she could retreat safely.
But now facing a Mid Transformation God demonic cultivator—someone at the same cultivation level as Xia Lingshuang!
The only two things she could do were to resist with all her might.
Barely dodging the baleful chi-filled blade shadow, Wu Yan felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and then her back slammed into the stone wall with a solid impact.
“Cough, cough, cough—”
Wu Yan used her sword to support herself on the ground, blood spurting from her throat and splattering across the mottled floor.
Sun Shengming still maintained the pose of his right elbow strike, his aura unchanged.
“Although I failed to make you fall into demonic possession, you’ve given me a great surprise.”
“I never expected that Lord to value you so highly, even issuing a death order.”
He walked toward her slowly, the blood-red dagger in his hand.
“That Lord actually values you so much—who would have thought…”
Something was wrong.
Just now, she had intended to use Space Transfer.
Wu Yan tried to circulate the spiritual power in her body, but now she couldn’t summon even a trace of it.
Instead, a cold white force continuously absorbed and devoured the demonic chi leaking from outside.
Even her spiritual power seemed to be absorbed by it.
“That Lord said you must be captured alive.”
Sun Shengming’s calf appeared before Wu Yan’s eyes, followed by an excruciating pain in her back.
Sun Shengming slammed the dagger hard into Wu Yan’s back.
“Now, you need to take a little nap!”
Crimson blood stained her white clothes.
The originally blood-red blade, upon absorbing Wu Yan’s blood, suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling scarlet light.
The eye at the hilt also turned bright red, its pupil spinning at an astonishing speed.
So sleepy…
Wu Yan suddenly felt dizzy, her consciousness began to blur, the pain in her body gradually faded, and her hand released the sword hilt.
“You bastard, you dare hurt her?”
Feeling Wu Yan’s physical condition synchronously, Wu Yan (Inner) found herself astonishingly angry.
The barrier in the Sea of Consciousness began to tremble violently, and even the illumination of the Soul-Nourishing Jade couldn’t calm her.
Sun Shengming had been filled with excitement seeing Wu Yan about to fall asleep, but in the next second, the No-thought Sword moved on its own without a master.
The sound of air being sliced rang out repeatedly.
In an instant, a surge of air erupted within the secret chamber, and countless wind blades slashed toward Sun Shengming, meticulously avoiding Wu Yan in front of him.
The No-thought Sword was hidden behind the whirlwind, launching a surprise attack along with the wind blades.
“Heh, a divine weapon indeed, but just a bunch of petty tricks.”
Sun Shengming’s right hand still held the dagger stabbed into Wu Yan’s back, while his left hand traced a circle in the void.
Instantly, demonic chi shot outward in the form of thousands of needles—it was the Thousand Silk Ten Thousand Blade Force he had used in his first battle with Wu Yan.
As the wind dispersed, the No-thought Sword hidden within gradually revealed itself.
Sun Shengming roared angrily, “Die!”
He formed a claw with his left hand, leaving a sonic boom in place as he grabbed at the No-thought Sword.
He was confident in this strike, but to his surprise, the white patterns on the No-thought Sword’s pitch-black blade flashed.
Then the sharp edge pierced through his back, the tip of the sword dripping with his blood.
The moment the blade entered his body, the demonic chi within him seemed to encounter a natural enemy.
Either it was absorbed by the No-thought Sword, or it surged out uncontrollably.
Sun Shengming gritted his teeth against the pain, using his left hand to push against the tip of the No-thought Sword and force it out of his body.
“Damn it, this sword is really bizarre. It can actually absorb the demonic chi in my body.”
After leaving his body, the No-thought Sword seemed to lose all strength, clattering to the ground and not moving again.
“Fortunately, the Demon Drinking Blade given by that Lord can store demonic chi and blood qi. Otherwise, I would have really been killed by this sword here.”
The Demon Drinking Blade had been stabbed into Wu Yan’s body long enough.
It should have absorbed enough blood qi.
Plus, he had converted so much spiritual power into demonic chi earlier.
It was time to let it absorb.
Thinking this, Sun Shengming raised his right hand upward, ready to begin absorbing.
“Hmm? Strange. Why does my right hand feel empty?”
The smooth motion made his brain start to think.
He looked down at his right hand.
There was a smooth cross-section at the spot.
From the forearm onward, it was completely gone.
Blood spurted like a fountain, arcing through the air.
“Ahhh—!!”
After his brain recognized what had happened, the unbearable pain made him fall to his knees.
He couldn’t help but clutch his right arm’s wound and scream in pain.
“What, you bastard, you also know pain?”
A female voice, identical in tone to Wu Yan’s but vastly different in momentum, sounded in Sun Shengming’s ear.
He looked up and saw Wu Yan casually tossing his half-arm aside.
And the Demon Drinking Blade that That Lord had given him now lay in Wu Yan’s palm like a docile child, offering no resistance.