Chapter Ninety-Six: The Escape, Part One
“I’m curious—demonic bodies are merely a martial arts technique, so why does the Seven-Three Sect target them with such hostility?”
Li Jie planted the Long Soul Slash firmly before him.
“You don’t understand the significance of a demonic body. It’s not just a martial art—it’s a designation, a thorn.”
“Anyone who forges a demonic body must be eliminated.”
Ling Yuan shook his head.
“A designation? A thorn?”
Li Jie was puzzled but also seemed to grasp something.
“Looks like some things are just as I suspected.”
Ling Yuan, noticing Li Jie’s dawning understanding, fell silent.
“Then why have all the past leaders of the Demon Sect forged demonic bodies, yet none of them were ever purged by your Seven-Three Sect?”
“Instead, you come after a minor player like me.”
Li Jie pressed further.
“Past Demon Sect leaders have always been under watch from within the sect, but you have none of that.”
Ling Yuan’s voice deepened.
“Is that all?”
“That’s all.”
“Nonsense.”
Suddenly, a third voice cut through the room, drawing every eye toward its source.
“All previous Demon Sect leaders wielded the strongest divine weapon of the sect—the Shadow Demon Blade. Even if all the hidden rats of the Seven-Three Sect were to swarm out, could they defeat a leader holding the Shadow Demon Blade?”
Zhuge Huang rested one palm upward at his chest. A circular wheel formed from countless shattered iron shards floated gently above his hand.
“Long time no see, Elder.”
“Never thought you’d show up here in the Great Oasis. This is quite the surprise.”
Zhuge Huang stepped forward, ignoring the three from the Seven-Three Sect entirely, his gaze fixed on Li Jie.
“That’s... the Long Soul Slash?”
Zhuge Huang’s eyes were drawn to the long sword in Li Jie’s hand.
“According to sect records, the Long Soul Slash vanished from the world after being stolen by the traitor Xiao Hao over a century ago. It’s astonishing that Elder has managed to recover it now.”
“Elder’s act of retrieving a divine weapon for our sect deserves commendation.”
Zhuge Huang smiled lightly, speaking with measured calm.
“However, though the Long Soul Slash is a divine weapon, it’s no match for the Bat Soul, Elder. You casually discarded the Bat Soul before, which must have deeply saddened it.”
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“It’s been a long time—surely Elder has had his fill of wandering? Why not return directly with me to the sect? The Bat Soul waits eagerly for you there.”
“Come, Elder, return with me. Don’t keep the Bat Soul waiting any longer.”
Step by step, Zhuge Huang advanced toward Li Jie.
“...”
Li Jie watched him approach. Though Zhuge Huang radiated no overt aura, the pressure he felt was immense.
“Is that the Shadow Demon Blade...?”
Li Jie’s eyes flickered to the floating circular blade in Zhuge Huang’s palm.
When they last met in the Chen Kingdom’s imperial palace, Zhuge Huang’s presence was formidable but not like this. Now, the pressure was more than doubled.
All because of the Shadow Demon Blade—the foremost of the eight divine weapons of the Demon Sect and its most powerful.
“Of course, before bringing you back, Elder, we need to deal with these three little rats who’ve been hiding everywhere.”
Zhuge Huang halted his steps, turning his gaze with a strange glint toward the Seven-Three Sect’s divine weapon bearers.
“Three mere meat shields at the Third Yuan realm. Though their condition looks rough, their flesh toughened...”
“They still make fine food.”
His eyes toward the Seven-Three Sect were filled with naked malice.
“Does Demon Sect Leader Zhuge think us easy prey?”
Ling Yuan gripped his broken wooden staff tightly, staring at Zhuge Huang.
“Why have those rats who used to flee at the sight of us stayed put this time?”
Zhuge Huang turned to face Ling Yuan and the other two.
Their eyes shifted, exchanging looks.
“If it were the former leader Duan Qianren, we might have retreated temporarily,” Ling Yuan said, voice low.
“But you, Leader Zhuge, are newly appointed.”
“If you lose the Shadow Demon Blade here, it might be a blessing for all under heaven.”
Zhuge Huang smiled coldly.
“Looks like this newly appointed Demon Sect leader is somewhat underestimated.”
He clenched his palm; the floating Shadow Demon Blade reformed into a long sword inscribed with eerie runes.
“Let’s see if I can invite all three of you to the inner prison!”
He laughed wildly.
Before the words had fully left his mouth, he vanished.
Hum!
At the same moment, a glow emanated from the three divine weapons wielded by Ling Yuan and his companions.
Bang!
Afterimages flickered; one of the three from the Seven-Three Sect was blasted backward.
Whoosh!
Ling Yuan swung his divine weapon staff with heavy force toward Zhuge Huang’s revealed form.
Bang!
Zhuge Huang’s long sword slipped from his hand, transforming into a shield that blocked Ling Yuan’s strike.
“This is not enough!”
The shield morphed back into the sword. Behind Zhuge Huang, the ghostly image of a demonic hawk appeared.
Demonic Hawk Slash!
Screech!
A spectral demonic hawk lunged fiercely at Ling Yuan.
Pfft!
A bloody hole appeared suddenly in Ling Yuan’s left shoulder.
Within mere rounds, the three from the Seven-Three Sect showed signs of defeat.
Li Jie watched the four locked in battle, unsure of what to do.
Should he flee?
It wasn’t cowardice; both sides were far stronger than he. If there were only one or two from the Seven-Three Sect wielding divine weapons, he might manage, but three was beyond his ability.
Yet these three, close to his own strength, were utterly overwhelmed by Zhuge Huang.
Judging by the situation, the Seven-Three Sect’s trio wouldn’t last much longer.
Such strength...
Li Jie was shaken by the display.
With the Shadow Demon Blade in hand, Zhuge Huang could easily crush another Third Yuan martial artist wielding a divine weapon.
Among all the martial artists Li Jie had seen, Zhuge Huang was undoubtedly the strongest.
And tragically, this powerful Zhuge Huang had come for him.
Just as Li Jie prepared to flee, Ling Yuan spoke out.
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