Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 379 - 379 378 Demon Sect's Arrogance

379: Chapter 378 Demon Sect’s Arrogance 379: Chapter 378 Demon Sect’s Arrogance The arrivals were not cultivators from Jiedu Mansion, but sword cultivators from the Shan Sect.

It was a bit unexpected, but when considering the roots of those sword cultivators, it seemed only more reasonable.

Only the sword cultivators from the Shan Sect would possess such aggressive and fiery initiative.

The situation immediately took a drastic turn; none of these men were greenhorns, each one of them a formidable character who had mixed in the Lizhi Sea.

Those with lesser strength couldn’t even survive here.

With their joining the fray, the tide of the battle shifted, and casualties appeared instantly.

Hou Niao’s flying sword was ineffective, the sharp sword energy scraping off a trail of sparks on the black-robed man’s body as if he were not human, but something neither metal nor stone; yet such a setback didn’t destroy his confidence.

Holding his longsword aloft, he swung downward, determined to test how hard this fellow’s skin really was.

“Seeking death!”

With a flip of his hand, the black-robed man made Hou Niao feel as if his body was somewhat out of his control.

It was the attractive force from the Giant Spirit’s Hand, and in the face of a vast disparity in mana, some things couldn’t be compensated for.

His body stalled, and the other hand of the black-robed man suddenly transformed into a bamboo spear, which instantaneously extended as if it were a hundred-zhang long spear thrusting forward at high speed.

Hou Niao felt he could neither hide nor avoid it as his body was bound and the long spear attacked him.

The force transmitted from the tip of the spear was enough to make one despair…

Just then, a startling rainbow arc suddenly split the air above and to the side, another flying sword entering the fray but with a force far surpassing that of Hou Niao’s!

The black-robed man didn’t dare to brace against this sword light with his body anymore.

Having no choice, he shifted the spear to meet the oncoming attack.

Sword and spear collided, creating a thunderous explosion.

At the same time, he flicked his hand and sent Hou Niao, controlled by the Giant Hand, flying far away.

Hou Niao couldn’t control his retreat, and Duanmu Chai’s voice reached his ears, “Adults are fighting, what are you, a little brat, meddling in?

Go play on your own!”

It was a joke but also a stern warning, telling him not to get involved carelessly.

The words might not sound pleasant, but Hou Niao knew his senior brother was concerned for his safety.

To be honest, without Duanmu Chai’s intervention with his sword, he would have been seriously injured even if not dead.

In the midst of battle, it’s crucial to avoid confusion and be clear about one’s position.

Failing to do so can not only put oneself in danger but also affect one’s comrades.

He didn’t talk back, instead plunging into the pirate group.

In just a short tens of breaths, the situation on the battlefield had completely changed.

The travelers, who had initially been set on escaping, were now being pursued by the Cang Pirates.

Confidence returned to the hearts of the travelers.

In their two encounters with the pirates, they had fought frustratingly, far from the calmness expected of cultivators from major sects.

This was a specific situation under particular conditions.

However, if about a dozen sword cultivators took the lead, and they acted as support, it would be very comfortable.

In a word, the myriad of delaying tactics and the inexhaustible magic artifacts and other items thoroughly showed the depth of major sect cultivators.

What they lacked was experience and, to some degree, cultivation.

Their willpower might not be that firm either, which was why they couldn’t fight against adversity.

But with the wind at their backs, there was no problem.

With the psychological pressure gone, their performance improved significantly…

But he didn’t rush to join any specific fight.

Instead, he hovered on the outskirts of the battlefield, knowing that in groups like the pirate band, taking down the leaders was the real objective; the minions were endless.

…

Yuan Xizhi realized something was terribly wrong the moment the sword cultivators appeared.

They had spies within the Jiedu Mansion and knew that Jiedu wouldn’t come, but in their wildest dreams, they didn’t expect the arrival of the sword cultivators—a small but extraordinarily formidable group from the Outer Sea of Lizhi.

They had miscalculated.

He and Luo Guanyu’s original target was Tan Xiao, the cultivator who killed the fourth elder, Huang Qigong.

Their roles were clearly divided; Luo Guanyu would grapple at close quarters, while he stood by ready to launch a surprise attack with Black Star.

But the arrival of the sword cultivators completely disrupted their plan.

He and Luo Guanyu immediately realized that continuing their revenge on the touring group was no longer possible; pirates are profit-driven by nature, reluctant to engage in losing trades.

If the gains were to be less than the losses, if they were to risk the lives of most of their brothers just for the sake of venting their anger, that would be no pirate’s doing.

Issuing the signal to retreat didn’t even require the leader’s approval.

They were but a loosely organized group, devoid of any beliefs or faith.

If they had to have any, it would be “every man for himself or be destroyed by heaven and earth.”

They had no concern for their leader, Yu Daoguang, as only those who had truly interacted with him knew of his fearsome nature—crossing boundaries to slay those with a Golden Core was no mere rumor.

They only needed to look out for themselves.

Every pirate understood this.

In such circumstances, no one would blame another; everyone relied on their own methods, and they would still be comrades later.

This was the tradition of the pirates.

He and Luo Guanyu took the opportunity to escape in different directions before any sword cultivator set their sights on them.

As for which of them the opponent would pursue, they could only leave that to fate; helping each other would only ensure they all fell here.

The sword cultivators’ killing methods were incomparable to those of the Daoist Sect cultivators—astonishingly swift.

Tan Xiao found Luo Guanyu, as he was closer to the third in command.

Yuan Xizhi felt a surge of joy in his heart as he gradually distanced himself from the center of the battlefield during the chaotic movement; even fleeing required a method—as running directly would draw the sword cultivators’ attention.

Being targeted by a flying sword was an unpleasant experience; on the vast open sea, it was hard to escape the straight-line charging sword control technique.

Finally reaching the edge of the battlefield, just as he was about to flee, a sword light from above tracked and cleaved towards him.

Gu Xizhi sighed inwardly, accepting that what had to come had come; one could not escape a life-and-death struggle.

A pagoda-shaped magic artifact was launched from his hand, but the flying sword agilely bypassed the pagoda’s intercept, stabbing from another direction.

The flying sword’s control was sharp, but he was not merely a one-trick pony.

The pagoda suddenly enlarged, protecting him within it.

The flying sword found no gap to exploit, and with each strike, the pagoda’s aura flickered, threatening to collapse.

Gu Xizhi’s gaze swept across the scene, and from a hundred feet above he saw a figure spiraling down—it was one of the murderers responsible for killing the Cang Pirates’ leader, probably also the main culprit for attracting the large group of sword cultivators.

He had one doubt; wasn’t this person supposed to be dealt with by the leader, Yu Daoguang?

How did he appear here to intercept him?

There was no time for detailed thoughts.

Able to instantly kill the fifth elder, You Chongshan, this person was not weak and demanded caution.

With a flick of his finger, a beam of dark light shot out—his seldom-used Flood Dragon Qi.

There was no time for probing; the longer he lingered, the more cultivators would arrive to support their comrade.

If another sword cultivator came, it would be the end of everything.

Flood Dragon Qi, cultivated from his years lurking in the Lizhi Sea, was extremely domineering.

It contained a hint of Flood Dragon Essence, marking his victims for a relentless pursuit until death.

Over the years, he had only accumulated three traces of it, and now, in his time of peril, he didn’t hesitate to use it.

At the same time, his hands formed a Spell Seal, discreetly setting up an Array Plate.

He didn’t expect the Flood Dragon Qi to achieve victory; it was merely a tactic to confront his opponent.

His trump card had always been his infamous Black Star.