Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 416 - 416 415 The Discarded Disciple of the Shan Sect

416: Chapter 415: The Discarded Disciple of the Shan Sect 416: Chapter 415: The Discarded Disciple of the Shan Sect The Grand Canyon’s chaotic cultivators follow a mixed assortment of Daoist traditions, so mixed that many Hou Niao couldn’t accurately discern them, but if a Sword Cultivator emerged among them, that truly would be surprising.

He couldn’t help but follow along, observing from a distance the techniques of the sword-wielding figure.

By now, there had been casualties on both sides, tempers flaring hotter, the methods employed growing increasingly ruthless.

The Body Cultivators of the Bai Shen Sect were gaining the upper hand, their shrill howls and tiger roars echoing continuously, as they began to chase through the entanglement—one wanting to flee, the other determined to stay, making the battle suddenly intensify.

The chaotic cultivators were more united than he had imagined, especially noticeable during their retreat; like an army, the greatest casualties always occurred when they were in disarray, fleeing without choosing their paths; yet the chaotic cultivators were well-organized, retreating orderly, defeated but not routed, assisting each other.

The entire group of chaotic cultivators quickly approached the upper levels of the Grand Canyon, and with one more leap into the sky, they scattered, reaching the moment when no one could pursue them any longer.

In such a situation, the ones bringing up the rear among the chaotic cultivators were actually the most powerful, including that skilled sword-wielder.

Cao De’an swept past him, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Has the Observer been watching carefully?

Each member of my Wu Division fights bravely, vying to be at the forefront.

Is there anyone who covets life and fears death?

If you’ve decided to stand idle from the start, then please continue to do so and not sully the hands of the venerable Shan Sect Sword Cultivators.”

He had reason to be indignant because, so far, this so-called monitoring Observer had not played any role in the battle.

His heart filled with dissatisfaction, the meaning of his words was: Now that victory is in sight, don’t think about joining in to steal the fruits of victory at this moment.

Hou Niao was unfazed, as he had no interest in ingratiating himself with such an ally.

This Cao De’an, despite his not low Realm, had a rather narrow and extreme way of thinking, likely limiting his future potential.

He was not as understanding of the situation as another, Lv Zhaolin, who, even though reserved, never lacked in surface courtesy, which was the magnanimity a Cultivator should possess.

He remembered the reminder from Li Chuping well and refrained from joining in rashly; his current identity was not that of a warrior.

The pursuit and retreat continued, the Body Cultivators of the Bai Shen Sect possessing robust bodies and immensely thick Dharma Forms, but two reasons doomed their attempts to intercept to futility.

Firstly, the Grand Canyon lacked defensive depth and, secondly, among the chaotic cultivators were several formidable ones, especially that sword-wielder.

In just a brief time, he had managed to slice one reckless advancing Body Cultivator in two, while severely injuring two others, his ferocity causing the Body Cultivators to hold back for fear of harming themselves.

During their moment of hesitation, the chaotic cultivators had already broken through the encirclement, leaping beyond the Grand Canyon as if birds returning to the sky, scattering in an instant.

Aside from the seven or eight who had been captured or killed in the previous battle, the majority of the chaotic cultivators had made their escape.

This was not a successful purge but could only be considered a barely adequate blockade that left endless troubles behind.

The Body Cultivators of the Bai Shen Sect were not discouraged, however; the two leaders did possess some skills and their judgment was not amiss.

They wisely abandoned the strategy of splitting up to chase and instead focused their efforts on several key individuals among the chaotic cultivators.

Among them, Cao De’an, along with two junior martial brothers, was pursuing that Sword Cultivator.

In the sky, figures sped faster than the wind, the three Body Cultivators employed the Bai Shen Sect’s secret successive pursuit method, each boosting the other’s Dharma Form explosively, and elevating their speed to another realm.

After chasing for tens of miles, they finally intercepted the Sword Cultivator.

The battle turned bloody.

Both sides disregarded any concerns—one fighting like a cornered beast, the other three entangled in a fight to the death.

Their clash was one of close-quarters combat, which was the specialty of Body Cultivators but also an advantage of Sword Cultivators; without the back-and-forth of Magic Cultivators, every exchange was a decision between life and death, each move filled with harrowing shocks.

One of the Body Cultivators, fearless in the face of death, lunged forward, activating Divine Skills to embrace the Dharma Form, enfolding the Sword Cultivator within his arms, intending to constrict and suffocate.

However, unexpectedly, the Sword Cultivator’s body was exceptionally tough, even under the Dharma Form’s constriction he had strength to spare.

Sword Energy burst forth intensely.

In just a few brief moments, it was a life-and-death struggle between the Dharma Form and Sword Energy.

Either the Dharma Form would strangle the Sword Cultivator before being pierced or the Sword Cultivator would break through the Dharma Form and counterstrike to kill the Body Cultivator.

He lacked the agility of a sword cultivator, resembling instead a body cultivator wielding a sword—somewhat odd and awkward.

Two breaths later, the outcome was revealed: the Dharma Form was broken, and the sword cultivator had escaped the encirclement.

But the sword cultivator was not in a good state after escaping; he was immediately struck by two other body cultivators, Cao De’an’s Spiritual Roar and another’s Rushing Bull Crash.

This man was exceptionally valiant; even as the long bull horn pierced through him, he grabbed hold of the horn, and in a flip of his hand, he drove his longsword into the bull’s forehead, unleashing his entire body’s sword energy, counterattacking the body cultivator’s body…

It was another struggle where both parties were severely injured.

Miraculously, the one who survived was still the sword cultivator, riddled with wounds, while the body cultivator’s Dharma Form itself was caught, unable to withstand the torrent of sword energy.

When the Dharma Form endowed the body cultivator with unusual strength, it also lost some control over the inner secret.

Against the omnipresent sharp force of sword energy, it seemed somewhat powerless.

In the blink of an eye, four combatants had fallen, two already downed, and the sword cultivator was sent flying far away by the fierce self-detonation of the Dharma Form.

Although not dead, he was no longer able to continue the fight.

Bai Shen Sect still had its strongest Natural Realm cultivator, Cao De’an.

The death of his two junior brothers enraged Cao De’an.

Their collaborative Dharma Form tracking was a sort of relay chase, alternately leapfrogging one after the other, always in a specific sequence.

The cunning of this sword cultivator lay in his deliberate control of his movements, waiting until he, the cultivator of the highest realm, came last in the relay to move, ensuring he faced the two weaker junior brothers first.

With this man’s strength, facing the two junior brothers head-on was no issue, but the difficulty lay in resolving the conflict quickly, which explained his current battered state—he exchanged wounds for their lives.

Cao De’an knew this man couldn’t escape anymore.

He remained cautious because the dying struggle of a sword cultivator could be terrifying.

Given the sword’s unique nature, it was perfectly suited to focus the last breath of life into a single point, inflicting fatal damage on the opponent.

He was clear-headed; the previous two injuries were cases of trading wounds for lives, not intentional mutual destruction.

Transforming into his Dharma Form, he stealthily approached, but what he saw next filled him with rage!

The Observer, who had been slacking off from start to finish, was now carrying the injured sword cultivator, looking smug.

Almost without thinking, “Observer Hou, don’t be so despicable!

The result that cost my Bai Shen Sect two lives, you just claim it as your own like that?”

Hou Niao didn’t blush or skip a beat, “Luck is also a part of combat.”

Cao De’an’s eyebrows shot up, but he replied calmly, “If so, let’s discuss this in front of our master!”

True to a Natural Realm cultivator, impulsively impulsive yet not lacking in wit, he understood the crux of the matter in an instant!

If this Observer was also a sword cultivator, then what was the relationship between these two men?

He had to be wary of this point; he was confident he could take down either of the two men, but if the two sword cultivators joined forces, he really lacked confidence.

Escalating the issue to senior officials, he wondered how the observer would handle it; committing an offense with full knowledge of the law, these Shan Sect prosecutors were not to be trifled with.

No sooner had he turned around than a sharp aura followed, accompanied by a languid voice, “Think you can still walk away?”