Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 328 - 328 327 Wandering Soul Beneath the Whale

328: Chapter 327: Wandering Soul Beneath the Whale 328: Chapter 327: Wandering Soul Beneath the Whale The Demon Whale spoke with reason and evidence, and Lu Shilun, who was not skilled in argument, suddenly didn’t know how to respond.

In fact, humans are not always reasonable in many aspects, including the sea as well as the land and mountains.

Wherever there are resources, why should it be said that they belong to humans?

To speak of Jinxiu’s resources, it’s the righteous path that all beings share their bounty; yet what humans currently practice is to speak with strength in hand and to convince with high-sounding principles in mouth, which is very contradictory and hard to justify.

Zeng Ji, with a face as impassive as water, said, “Daoist friends, more words are of no benefit.

The opponent is aggressive, and it seems difficult to avoid a conflict today without a fight.”

The two turned their gaze towards Hou Niao.

With the three of them in charge, they needed unanimous consent, and in terms of combat, they probably had to rely on the Sword Cultivator; after all, there are specialists in every field.

Hou Niao sighed.

With things having come to this point, what better plan could he have?

“Inform the fleet to return immediately, send out messages, and request assistance.”

It was not a matter of allowance, nor was it feasible; these Demon Whales did not come here to feed selectively on Night Light Shells with Spiritual Pearls, but rather swallowed everything without distinction, catching them all in one net.

With a giant gulp, their goal was to obliterate the shellfish population completely.

Losing some revenue this time wasn’t much of an issue, but if ordinary Night Light Shells were also swept away, it would no longer be a problem of this year’s harvest but a decade of barrenness.

For the three of them, it would be the greatest dereliction of duty.

Therefore, Lu Shilun did not say much, because it was useless to do so; Zeng Ji prepared for action, as there was no retreat; Hou Niao let the fleet leave, knowing that once the battle began, it would be difficult to avoid harming the innocent.

Zeng Ji quietly sent out a message, and Lu Shilun wanted to buy some time to ensure the safety of the fleet’s departure and also to secure time for the arrival of human cultivators nearby.

But the Demon Whales, though they had large heads, were not stupid.

Seven or eight Demon Whales surged forth, while the rest of the whale group went straight for the seabed’s Night Light Shells.

Their gaping mouths functioned like hourglasses, and as they vacuumed up the shells, the shellfish flowed into their mouths and the seawater was pushed out, their efficiency far surpassing that of human fishing vessels.

Two Demon Whales plunged towards Lu Shilun, while three headed towards Hou Niao, which made him feel a sinking sensation in his heart; highly sensitive to battle, he sensed something unusual.

Why, despite Lu Shilun being the lead in the conversation, were they targeting him the most?

Without time to ponder, he shifted his body and slashed out with his Flying Sword, aiming at the leading Demon Whale; this whale still had a human body with a whale head but held a giant wrought iron trident in its two hands.

The trident was six zhang long and as thick as the mouth of a bowl, its movements creating an impressive momentum.

Facing the swiftly approaching Flying Sword, the Demon Whale demonstrated a combat style unique to the Demon Clan’s Body Cultivation, intercepting the blow with the trident, not retreating an inch.

At the same time, the two Demon Whales from the left and right each launched an attack, initiating a pincer movement battle.

The Demon Beasts’ mode of combat, except for a very few special species, mostly leaned towards physical prowess, complemented by one or two Divine Skills.

This suited their naturally robust and strong physiques.

The Demon Whales, for example, with their massive size and astonishing strength, would naturally maximize their advantages, seeking to achieve the ultimate in power; facing any cultivator, they had only one response, charge and ram with brute force, to overcome with strength.

The same was true for Sword Cultivators; they would not fear approaching them up close.

Hou Niao’s figure twisted and turned, using the flying and pivoting abilities honed during games with seabirds.

He could neither stray too far beyond the reach of the Flying Sword nor be caught and beaten by the Demon Whales.

He had to maintain a proper distance to kite.

He did not strike a lethal blow right away, not out of compassion or tenderness, but because their current battlefield was too close to the sea’s surface.

Once the Demon Whales realized they were in trouble, they could easily dive into the water and escape.

So, in a calm yet seemingly flustered manner while being chased, he was actually getting further and further from the sea surface, which also gave him a chance to observe his two companions’ combat situation.

Combat is never a one-person affair.

Even if he were made of iron, he couldn’t take on so many Demon Whales at once.

Lu Shilun’s response was adequate, giving and taking.

The Wo Sect excelled at fire control, and naturally, their techniques were geared toward this element, but Demon Whales had thick skin and were not creatures that flames could kill instantly.

So while he could hold them off, to decide a winner and kill one or two would not be a matter of a moment or two.

Zeng Ji’s performance was much worse.

His energy was focused on his business, so one could imagine his cultivation strength.

Besides, had he truly been talented in cultivation and combat, he likely wouldn’t have pursued trading.

No sooner had the battle begun than he was chased into the sky and the sea by two Demon Whales, utterly disheveled.

Besides scattering costly talismans as if they cost nothing, he showed no outstanding abilities.

Naturally, this left no room for tactics, and no one could predict when he might fall under the Demon Whales’ long prongs.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

Hou Niao decided to slay one or two Demon Whales to break their increasingly rampant momentum.

The Flying Sword glimmered as it slashed, forcing the leading Demon Whale to whirl its iron prong like windmills.

Despite being strong and enduring, the leading whale was not weakened by the agile and omnipresent stabs of the Flying Sword, even after whirling weapons that weighed hundreds of kilograms for so long.

It even had energy to spare to spout water.

Spouting water is a common divine skill of the killer whale, shooting out from its forehead, creating a powerful surge.

A white line appears, like a Water Tornado, hurting upon impact and crucially, affecting the opponent’s movement.

At their current realm, they could only spout ordinary water, but once their realm increased, spraying out True Water, Heavy Water, or Nether Water, that was when it would truly be unresistable.

The three Demon Whales continued spraying water while surrounding their prey, intending to disturb the Sword Cultivator’s Tunneling.

After several encounters, from a distance, the sky seemed to add a layer of waterfall, within which several figures appeared and disappeared intermittently.

The leading Demon Whale, having been unsuccessful with its blockades, became extremely fierce.

This time, it spouted water without restraint, almost emptying its body’s stored water to create a massive and powerful waterfall upfront.

This time, Hou Niao could not completely dodge the waterfall through flight and sharp turns and got brushed by its edge.

The sheer force disrupted his Tunneling rhythm, causing him to somersault several times in the air to dissipate the energy.

Seizing the moment, the other two Demon Whales instantly approached, their crossed prongs slashing downward.

The weapons, five to six zhang in length, weighed over a thousand kilograms – they weren’t something one could withstand with mere physical strength.

A cold smile crept onto Hou Niao’s lips as he flipped his figure once more, controlling his body amidst the uncontrollable, slipping through the slim gap between the crossed prongs like a swift flying through storm clouds.

Life-or-death close combat?

He had been playing that game for ten years!

As his body passed through, the sword in his hand burst into brilliance.

One Demon Whale’s head was cleaved with a gaping cut a zhang in length, and another’s belly was torn open with a several-zhang-long gash.

For a moment, the whales’ piteous cries filled the air.

Their insides, a mess of chaos, spilled out as though from an opened purse, turning the entire waterfall blood-red.

In that blood-red mist, the sword light flashed again, and the two Demon Whales were dismantled into countless pieces in mid-air!

The leading Demon Whale, charging forward, halted in awe at the sight, stopping its momentum, only to see a figure emerge from the bloody waterfall, a longsword pointing directly at it.

The waterfall stood like a sword, the sky and sea flat like a mirror.

Unable to reflect ghosts and goblins, let’s use it to slay the great whale.