Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 144 - 144 143 No Mercy Under the Sword

144: Chapter 143: No Mercy Under the Sword 144: Chapter 143: No Mercy Under the Sword Ping Duoduo’s body sank, not merely by sitting, but by employing the technique known as the Weight of a Mountain.

A magical ability that utilized one’s own demonic power to amplify body mass—though it may sound laughable, weight was a significant factor in battles among demons.

When two demons collided, the lighter one would be out of luck.

Compared to beasts like oxen, bears, tigers, and leopards, the weight of a giant rat was trivial, which was why it mastered this skill, though it was hardly a divine ability.

As it sat down, the tip of a sword slid past its belly, causing an incredibly ticklish feeling.

It was the first time it experienced such a bizarre sensation, and it reflexively reached to scratch itself, only to find its hand coated in slippery grease and large chunks of coiled, tube-like matter?

It was then that it lowered its head, and upon a glance, its soul nearly left its body!

In its paw, it held its own intestines!

Only at that moment did it realize, feeling an excruciating pain and an empty void in its stomach; the sensation was overwhelmingly real because its insides had fallen out onto the ground!

How could this be?

Its defense, akin to that of a human of the Tongxuan Level, was impervious even to the sharp sword lights of Wang Mian.

How could this person, without even a trace of Sword Energy Gang, manage to cut it invisibly and without the sensation of pain?

Could it be a Divine Weapon?

Its thoughts raced, and though its life was draining, it was not yet dead.

With great effort, it controlled its inner core to strike at the Sword Cultivator who had burst forth from its gut, aiming for a final, utterly ruthless retaliation!

Meanwhile, the Sword Cultivator who had attacked first leaped back into the fray, his body drenched in blood, yet his even fiercer Gold Sword Qi could not be obscured.

He still aimed a high leap and chop directly at the center of its brow, as if the act were required to prove something.

The second Sword Cultivator also circled back, still opting for a sneak attack from behind, still targeting vital spots with his sword!

Both men were equally persistent, determined to rise up from where they had fallen.

And indeed, they did rise up!

Because the Demon Core had separated from its body and its guts were nearly emptied, Ping Duoduo’s defense was no longer impeccable, leaving nothing but an empty shell.

Its brow bone was cleaved apart, and its lineage-preserving organ was cut away, but it still remembered to detonate its demonic core mid-air to ensure its attacker shared its fate.

Hou Niao picked up his sword as if he were a street performer juggling plates on a stick.

Ping Duoduo’s attempts to crush him with the inner core were nothing new to him; he’d seen such tricks in the Soul Realm many times.

It was not remarkable—the key was to avoid a direct collision, to use rotational force to set the object spinning, thus diffusing its destructive power.

Unfortunately, Hou Niao didn’t have much time to ‘juggle the plate’ because the two other assailants launched another attack, making him realize trouble was coming.

Borrowing the rotational force, he flicked the inner core upwards, then dropped to the ground and held his breath, covering his head.

He felt a vigorous impact on his back as if it were material, causing a painful sting.

The core had just exploded, and in the lingering aftermath, the three of them were already surrounding Fahahaha.

By that time, only Hou Niao remained unscathed, while the other two were barely holding on.

The fact that the two could penetrate the defense of a Great Demon of the Demon Core level was not due to a vast disparity in strength; rather, it was the realization of a common truth in the Cultivation process—residual power from advancing to a higher realm.

With every advancement to a new realm, one would experience a significant leap in awareness and at times, even a brief, extraordinary surge in ability.

Once stabilized, this surge would gradually return to normality.

That is to say, some Cultivators, shortly after ascending, would experience a leap in strength that shouldn’t normally belong to them, followed by an eventual fall back to their previous level.

Hou Niao’s perception of ascending to a higher realm had two aspects: belief in the incense of faith and the Heavenly Dao Thunderbolt.

Neither of which Ping Duoduo could defend against; hence, he did not need to use Qi Gang.

He simply dragged his longsword, allowing his body to guide it in a forward slash—nothing was uncuttable!

The Heavenly Dao Thunderbolt oversaw the cutting, whereas the incense of faith stanched the pain; one hand wielded the Life-taking Sword, the other applied the golden sore medicine.

Flawless, invulnerable to attack.

It had been barely less than ten breaths, and a Great Demon that had nurtured a Demon Core for many years died in such an unbearably aggrieved manner.

Until death, it still hadn’t figured out how it had fallen into such a predicament!

Wahaha was terribly shocked!

Huang Xiaoxian was overjoyed!

Wahaha knew that, with the male rat absent, he could hardly hold his own.

Human cultivators were indeed terrifying; just these three fasting sword cultivators had chopped his spouse into pieces.

How could he possibly withstand them?

His morale shattered, he immediately wanted to retract his Demon Core and flee.

Huang Xiaoxian, on the other hand, saw hope.

No matter how hard, tired, or perilous, he was determined to keep the female rat there.

Otherwise, if a rampaging giant rat demon roamed around Yinling every day, would there be any good days ahead for the weasel clan?

His confidence soared, his goal was clear, and his methods became obvious.

To detain the female rat, all he needed was to hold onto its Demon Core.

Even if the female rat wanted to flee, could it run away without its Demon Core?

He cast the “Sinking Spell”; the Demon Core no longer collided, but instead tightly coiled around, blocking its route back.

The two Demon Cores, which had started with direct collisions, immediately changed their style to entanglement and separation.

At that moment, Fang Yazi’s longsword arrived.

This hunter-born fellow had not changed his fondness for throwing since joining Quanzhen.

Others seldom let go of their swords, but he did the opposite, often hurling his sword from a distance when in any disagreement.

It was precisely because of this talent that his thrown longsword was truly like a rainbow soaring across the sky, swift as a shooting star.

The opportunity was perfect!

The female rat was desperately trying to escape Huang Xiaoxian’s entanglement, and did not dare to take the incoming sword light lightly.

Even though, in her perception, the streak of sword light posed no serious threat, with the male rat’s previous lesson at hand, she dared not treat any sword light carelessly.

Her demonic power burst forth, sweeping away the sword with one claw, which felt like batting away flies with a fist.

But due to this delay, her own Demon Core was once again entangled by Huang Xiaoxian.

In her struggle to break free, Hou Niao arrived!

Fang Yazi was not as skilled in sword techniques as Wang Mian, nor was his cultivation as strong, but when it came to seizing the moment, his judgment on life and death was exceptionally clear.

His sword throw bought time for his senior brother, knowing that the rest of the battle had nothing to do with him, an injured man.

He called out to the members of the weasel clan, “Don’t just stand there foolishly watching, quickly get into position and intercept the remaining giant rat demons!”

Hou Niao brandished his sword, like a storm!

Now was not the time for slowness or gentleness; a quick resolution was needed!

The female rat’s claws blurred into a shadow as she desperately resisted, but she instantly understood who exactly had killed the male rat.

It was this sword cultivator in front of her.

The ferocity of his sword momentum was such that it overwhelmed even her, an existence several levels higher in the realm.

At least when the male rat was struck by the sword, he still had his Demon Core intact, and his defense was at its strongest.

But now, with her Demon Core held captive by Huang Xiaoxian and her supply of demonic power insufficient, facing Hou Niao, who was in an abnormal state, she could no longer continue the fight.

If a sword cannot break through a defense, it is no better than a firewood stick!

If it can breach the defenses, then the so-called sword techniques and methods become meaningful.

When Hou Niao could fully exert the power of his sword, how could the sword finesse be something a mere uninformed rat demon could contend with?