Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 329 - 329 328 Death Trap

329: Chapter 328: Death Trap 329: Chapter 328: Death Trap The Demon Whale was greatly alarmed and turned to dive into the sea, with the Flying Sword relentlessly pursuing from behind.

Hou Niao had compelling reasons to slay it!

His concern was, what if the Demon Whales sensed something amiss and stopped fighting him on the surface, all diving underwater instead?

What would they do then?

The current situation was that of the eight shape-shifting Demon Whales, three that were chasing him had one cut down, Lu Shilun and Zeng Ji were facing another four on the surface, and one last one was underwater directing the whale pod.

In other words, if all the Demon Whales were to retreat underwater, they would be faced with the prospect of being besieged by six; even a single Demon Whale might prove too much for him underwater, let alone handling two at once?

The assumption being, the other two would still have the courage to join him in the water.

The sea was the Sea Clan’s home turf; this home field advantage even exceeded that of birds in the sky; human cultivators spent a lot of effort learning to fly, but their efforts in underwater combat were quite limited; moreover, the underwater environment had a far greater impact on a human’s ability to fight than in the air did.

Techniques released under the sea would be diluted by the water, and the Flying Swords were no exception; he had previously tested this, the effective penetration of the swords didn’t exceed thirty feet underwater, not to mention considering the thick and tough skin of the Demon Whales…

Underwater combat, at least at their current stage, would still be dominated by the most primitive form of close-quarters combat; he might just manage to hold his own, but for the other two, going down would be a death sentence.

The only way to break this was to kill the leading whale first; only then might the well-trained whale pod plunge into chaos and, upon seeing the humans’ strength, retreat on their own.

Therefore, even though he knew there could be danger after diving in, he had no choice but to go; after all, handling one was much easier than dealing with several.

The leading whale was cunning, and immediately dove downward without hesitation, lacking the fierce nature typical of the Demon Clan; as a result, Hou Niao’s Flying Sword, in hot pursuit, could only carve a few gashes in its body, far from being a critical injury to the thick-skinned Demon Whale.

The altitude was still a bit low; even though Hou Niao had pushed his Sword Control Technique to the limit, he could not prevent it from plunging into the sea.

the leading whale deliberately slapped into the sea, generating huge waves over thirty feet high; closely following behind, the Sword Cultivator plunged into the water, missing the cunning Demon Whale by a hair’s breadth.

He still had one chance left, employing the Shape-following Sword underwater, his last resort; if that failed, he wouldn’t persist in fruitless pursuit, as after all, his own life was more important than the resources of the Southwest countries.

As soon as he entered the water, the Flying Sword followed closely and struck out, nearing the whale’s body; Hou Niao was there with the Shape-following Sword; the leading whale’s massive flukes churned up wave after wave, but Hou Niao didn’t care in the least; although his movements underwater were not as smooth as on land, his previous swimming with fish swarms made the sensation not unfamiliar to him.

As he drew close, he hung onto the flukes, sliding down the fluke’s stem, slashing his way along; this bizarre, desperate approach to close-quarters combat caught the leading whale completely off guard; there was no time to shake off the fluke, and it could only desperately strike back with its free hand.

Hou Niao knew this was his last chance; missing this opportunity, catching a Demon Whale underwater would be as futile as plucking stars from the sky.

He could only trade injury for a chance at life!

He twisted his body, taking the Demon Whale’s hasty strike head on, while the longsword in his hand plunged deep into the Demon Whale’s skull; Qi surged, instantly turning the leading whale’s head into mush; to his surprise, the majority of the creature’s head turned out to be fat with a pitifully small brain, his Qi twisted, shredding the fat like pulpy mush, but for a moment it didn’t reach the vital part of the leading whale.

Clinging to the whale’s body, ready to strike again, he suddenly felt a premonition in his heart; without a second thought, he spun his sword into a shield and tucked himself near the belly of the leading whale.

Even though his reflexes were as quick as they could be, a Water Tornado still swept past his body, and he felt a bone-chilling cold penetrating his body, attacking his Dantian directly.

A shadow darted underwater; it was the tiger shark that had never shown itself, but astride the tiger shark’s back was a Whale Rider!

Such a Spell as the Water Tornado could certainly not have been cast by the tiger shark; it must have been the deed of a human Cultivator.

Despite all of Hou Niao’s precautions, he still fell into a trap under the water; even his swift movements were not fast enough to escape the meticulously laid plans of his adversary.

The danger was not over; following the Water Tornado, the assailant immediately flipped out a Magical Treasure resembling a leech, curved like a serpent, with two large eyes, fiercely glaring.

And there was more, four Demon Whales crashed into the sea surface, seeking him out.

Clearly, his companions lacked the ability to hold these Sea Demons at bay.

A dire situation suddenly descended upon him.

From above, six tiger sharks were swooping down rapidly, along with one mysterious and menacing leech and an enigmatic Cultivator; Hou Niao knew that to resist head-on was meaningless.

Under the sea, he did not even have the chance to stage a fight to the death.

Assassination attempts, one after another, finally made him understand what the Cultivation World was like; without the protection of his sect from Shan Country, his wings were not yet strong enough to withstand it all.

Even though he had been mentally prepared, he was still caught off guard when the assassination arrived.

He was excellent, but others weren’t cultivating by eating dung either; the long-standing difference in time now showed its effect, another plight more unbearable than being trapped underground before.

Because he had little room or time to maneuver.

Competing with sea creatures in the ocean for speed and stealth was extremely difficult.

Six tiger sharks, a leech monster, and a Cultivator pressed down from above.

He had no chance to escape; the Sword Control Technique could also be operated under water, but it was mediocre in effectiveness.

There was no escape; he could only sink to the sea floor!

Only with his feet firmly on the ground could he possess the power to fight.

Even though he had already been injured twice, the punch from the whale rider was manageable, but the cold and shadowy Qi from the Cultivator’s mana clung to his bones like maggots, lingering in his Dantian and meridians, causing unending pain, constantly eroding his mana, and he didn’t have a moment to spare to deal with it through Breathing Control.

The depth of thirty zhang was reached in a few breaths.

The moment his feet hit the bottom, he changed into a Tunneling mode and disappeared into the sea bed.

The Earth Element Escape could be used at the sea bottom, too, if you dared to sink.

But it was a double-edged sword.

The soft seabed soil allowed for deeper Tunneling, yet the downside was that traces would be left, and the omnipresent sea sand could reveal his location.

If he wished to survive solely through Earth Element Escape, that was wishful thinking.

He was not one to leave his life to Qi Fortune; rather than being suffocated to death on the sea floor, he would rather act with resolve.

The tiger sharks were but a group of hired thugs; the real culprit might still be tens of thousands of miles away.

What he could find was the executor—the Whale Rider!

On Crab Claw Island, he was forced to let the first assassin go, and now he had no intention of repeating the same mistake.

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The moon’s light does not wane with its crescent, nor does a broken sword lose its steel.