Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 330 - 330 329 Escape a Thousand Miles

330: Chapter 329: Escape a Thousand Miles 330: Chapter 329: Escape a Thousand Miles Daoist rode down on a whale, harboring significant calculations in his heart.

The assassination had taken much effort to prepare, meticulous planning, and only now was he truly closing the net.

Regrettably, two out of the several Demon Whales he had relied on as confidantes had perished, causing him incessant heartache and leading him to question whether this mission was worth it after all.

Deep underwater, his Divine Sense was equally of little use; in such an environment, he depended on several tiger whales, including the strange leech he had released himself.

Following the Sword Cultivator to the seabed, six whales and one leech, to his surprise, couldn’t find any trace of the Sword Cultivator at first, which he found somewhat inconceivable.

His first instinct was that the Sword Cultivator had used some Magical Treasure to conceal his tracks, a method that the majority of cultivators would consider.

It didn’t matter, it was only a matter of time.

He had taken the mission on his own, the previous assassins had nothing to do with him, and no assassin would be generous enough to reveal the characteristics of the target; if they didn’t succeed themselves, they’d rather nobody else succeed either—such was the normal mindset of a cultivator.

Thus, he was completely unaware that the Sword Cultivator was capable of Earth Escape.

As the tiger whales glided across the seabed, pointlessly prodding the ground with their long forks, Daoist followed them, confident that there was no concealing Magical Treasure nearby; just as he began to feel perplexed and prepared to have the whale group spread out a bit more, an unexpected change occurred.

The leech drilled frantically into the seabed, and at that very moment, a vast expanse of seabed sand surged up, obscuring the already dim visibility entirely and greatly affecting Divine Sense.

Daoist knew something was wrong, acutely aware of the Sword Cultivator’s terrifying close-range abilities, and regretted submerging too deeply; but regret was useless now, he must survive this situation first.

He was someone who excelled at meticulous planning and had devised this series of tricks to lure others into a trap.

Being naturally cautious after considering many factors, he did not believe that humans could exert much combat power in such a complex environment.

Instead of counterattacking, it was better to protect himself and leave the attacking to the tiger whales.

Each profession has its specialization, and in the sea, the Sea Clan are the masters.

He quickly layered defenses upon himself, including Magic Artifacts, Talismans, and his own Protective Qi.

He also held a Longsword in hand, and although surely not as sharp as that wielded by the Sword Cultivator, he had a basic level of proficiency.

Only after fully encasing himself within these defenses did he sense a sharp object attacking; he wielded his sword to block, and unsurprisingly, the block hit nothing.

It was quite normal, the Sword Cultivator’s close-range swordsmanship was ridiculously strong, but Cultivation was not only about swordsmanship.

Daoist could sense that his leech had silently approached the Sword Cultivator, entering into the meridians and transforming, a top-notch stealthy maneuver; unless the meridians were changed or an Elixir was replaced, it was impossible to completely eradicate.

How much time did the Sword Cultivator have left?

One breath?

Two breaths?

He could vaguely see several large mouths with sharp teeth reaching in through the sand curtain.

Just when he thought he had the upper hand, suddenly he felt a shock all around him, as if he had been bitten by something?

No, it felt like being pricked all over, like an electric shock.

No, it was lightning!

His defenses failed in an instant and, as they did, a Longsword thrust accurately into his heart, Sword Energy bursting forth…

Daoist lost all his strength, and as the blood stopped flowing, his Mana became a source without a foundation.

In this line of work, this day comes for everyone; he was quite accepting of it.

It turned out that the real trump card of this Sword Cultivator was Thunder magic!

And it was a kind of Thunder magic that couldn’t be unleashed at a distance, so it could only show its might up close.

All his plans were ruined in this unexpected battle, but he couldn’t understand, how could a Sword Cultivator who had just attained the Upper Realm and been practicing the Tongxuan level for over three years cultivate Earth Element Escape and Thunder magic?

Did his sect really allow him to be so reckless?

Darkness enveloped him, at least his mission hadn’t failed, the Sword Cultivator had been invaded by leeches, and there were six Tiger Whales hunting…

In the last moment of his life, what he saw were several gaping mouths, which were the Tiger Whales’ favorite way to attack.

To them, a human Cultivator was far more nourishing than those Spiritual Shells.

The only thing that puzzled him was, why were there seven mouths reaching out, shouldn’t six Tiger Whales have only six mouths?

Was it because of blood loss that he was seeing things?

But that wasn’t right either, the teeth of Tiger Whales were sharp conical teeth packed on both the upper and lower jaw, so why did one of the gaping mouths have barbed teeth on it?

Daoist left this world with his questions unanswered.

In the next moment, a gaping mouth closed with a snap, swallowing the already powerless Hou Niao whole.

Six Tiger Whales scrambling over a single Cultivator, and close to the sea floor at that, created chaos underwater as their powerful tails swiped like giant brooms sweeping madly across the seabed, kicking up vast clouds of sand.

In the frenzy, collisions and compressions among them were inevitable.

In the murky visibility, each Tiger Whale wanted to snatch the tasty food, and indeed, they did manage to seize their prize, as blood surged out and bodies were torn apart, with three Tiger Whales getting a piece.

To their massive jaws, the difference between a whole person and part of a person wasn’t significant—they just swallowed it all down without the process of chewing.

When the Sea Clan feasted, when was there ever a need to savor?

They gulped it down with the water, unaccustomed to chewing.

The Lord Whale didn’t get a share, and due to its severe injuries, it was sluggish in response.

Even with the greatest strength, it couldn’t control the entire situation,

“Who ate it?”

As the sand curtain settled, the six Tiger Whales looked at each other, but none was willing to admit it.

Who would give up the benefits that had fallen into their mouths?

The Sea Clan’s principle of conduct was that whoever seized it owned it, even the Lord Whale couldn’t defy this.

Seeing their behavior, the Lord Whale couldn’t press them.

The Sea Demon race did not hold much respect for the old and the young; interactions were based on strength, and it couldn’t let its kin see its weakness, or there would be Whale power struggles.

All it could do was play down the matter, inwardly cursing its luck, because it had swallowed the Daoist along with its own kin!

The Tiger Whale Clan often stirred up trouble near the Lihai sea area, relying on a human informant maneuvering from within, so they knew where to go and where not to.

Which places were lucrative?

Which ones weren’t worth the effort?

Now that the informant had been swallowed, how would they take on more tasks in the future?

If those Tiger Whales went rampaging around aimlessly, they were bound to run into human Cultivators sooner or later.

Great regret filled its heart, but what had happened could no longer be undone.

A nearby Tiger Whale asked, “Lord, shall we continue gathering Spiritual Shells?”

The Lord Whale snapped viciously, “Gather?

Gather my ass!

Human reinforcements will arrive soon, and by then, I’m afraid none of our group will be able to escape!

Gather the clan, we’re moving out to sea right now, heading for the Endless Ocean.

We can’t stay here any longer!”

It was smart and knew the score.

Having interacted more with human Cultivators, it also understood some of the dynamics within the Cultivation World; the Sword Cultivator’s background was a force that practiced an eye-for-an-eye principle.

To stay here without leaving was to wait for death.