Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 636 - 636 635 Dragon River Water Mansion 4

636: Chapter 635: Dragon River Water Mansion 4 636: Chapter 635: Dragon River Water Mansion 4 In the cliffside water scene, waves churned turbulently, and the Demon General was faintly hiding within them, hardly discernible.

This was the Water Shadow Skill, the Water Control Skill, a natural ability of the Water Clan.

The excited cultivator from the Capital Commandant’s office charged forward, and as two shadows merged and separated, one person fell.

Everyone looked at each other; although the exchange was brief and their vision was obscured by muddy waves, there was a vague guess about who had fallen.

Soon after, a Daoist carrying the body of the cultivator from the Capital Commandant’s office returned to the Water Repelling Boat, his voice harsh, “Reporting to Commander Li, Brother Hu was slain by the Demon General in a single encounter!”

The crowd burst into an uproar, all wearing expressions of surprise, unsure whether the Demon General was too strong, or the cultivator from the Capital Commandant’s office was too weak?

Li Laixiang remained composed and spoke lightly, “Who will go next?”

All eyes turned to Li Shipeng, following the rules of the Cultivation World, which dictate one must rise where they fall, it was thought that the Capital Commandant’s office, having lost face to this Demon General, should regain it here and send another strong warrior, to fight to the death.

But Li Shipeng was not one to act impulsively; he already had a plan in mind, pulled a face, and simply stood there, unabashed as if it did not concern anyone from his office.

His thick-skinned attitude commanded an unwilling respect from the onlookers.

Seeing him indifferent, there always was someone who could not hold their patience.

So far, both the Capital Commandant’s office and the Commander’s office had each sent one person to fight, and only Mu Shuai’s office had yet to make a move; while the Capital Commandant’s office might disregard their own face, Mu Shuai’s office still cared for their own.

A cultivator from Mu Shuai’s office stepped forward and said, “I am willing to go.”

Without waiting for Li Laixiang to toss down the command talisman, he went straight through the boat, with great intent evident.

Although the Sect of Langzhong had not established a state, they held a pride in their hearts, believing that although they were small in size, their individual cultivator strengths were second to none.

Li Laixiang closed his eyes slightly, not bothering to watch the battle.

This was the poise of a superior, whose resolve would not be shaken by minor losses.

Before long, another Daoist came to report,

“Reporting Brother, Brother Xing had the upper hand, but unexpectedly, a flash of red light appeared, obscuring our view of what it was.

As a result, Brother Xing was overwhelmed by that red light and stabbed to death with a halberd.”

Li Laixiang’s eyes snapped open, a fierce look flashing, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He certainly was not going to intervene personally, how could the Commander risk himself in dangerous situations?

Presiding over the overall situation was his duty.

There were still a few experts in the Natural Realm among his subordinates, including Brother Bian among them; but he was reluctant to send his own people into battle.

In his view, whoever lost face should pick it up themselves; it made no sense for his office to cover for them.

So his gaze was continuously on Lan Yuanzhi and Li Shipeng, hoping they would take the initiative.

However, both of these cunning and thick-skinned men disregarded the dissatisfied looks around them as if nothing concerned them, as if the deaths were unrelated to them.

Li Laixiang was not one to be easily led by others’ pace, merely continuing to ponder by himself, letting the Water Demons’ drums resound shockingly outside, curious to see who would be the first to falter.

But while he had the patience, his subordinates might not; it was still that usually proud Daoist, Bian, who raised his voice disdainfully,

“One should only bite off as much as they can chew, judge the water and mud accurately; Mu Shuai’s and the Capital Commandant’s offices each taking thirty percent of the earnings, is this how it’s earned?

How about you give me ten percent, and I will fight on your behalf?”

He spoke out of frustration and privately did not believe that the two would actually agree to share profits.

Yet, who would have thought that as soon as he had left, Li Shipeng immediately gave his consent,

“Brother Bian has a great spirit.

Since that’s the case, I’ll let you have ten percent of the Capital Commandant’s office’s profits.

I hope you start with a victory and achieve swift success.”

Lan Yuanzhi also chimed in from the side, “I, Mu Shuai’s office, am also willing to concede ten percent…”

With the conversation having reached this point, it was too shameful for Brother Bian to back down; even Li Laixiang, who was presiding over the meeting, could not say much more.

They had already conceded twenty percent, and from a practical viewpoint, the deal was possible.

It just felt a bit like being deceived.

Daoist Bian was quite liberal-minded.

In his heart, he also wanted to know what made that Demon General so formidable?

He turned to Li Laixiang and bowed, “In that case, junior brother, I will return shortly.”

A bad feeling welled up in Li Laixiang’s heart, “Junior brother, measure your strength, do not force it.

We have the Water Repelling Boat, breaking through the Dragon River’s water residence is not too difficult.”

Seeing Brother Bian stride out, Li Laixiang could no longer pretend to be calm and unruffled.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong but could not pinpoint the mistake.

Daoist Bian appeared proud, but a true warrior of battle would never underestimate his opponent.

His movements were deliberate and unhurried.

The mystical turtle beneath him moved slowly and calmly.

Standing on the turtle’s back, his eyes tightly closed, his mind focused on perceiving the area of water occupied by the Demon General, scrutinizing the internal changes…

After a long while, just as everyone thought he was hesitant and fearful, suddenly, the turtle lunged forward, exhaling a breath so powerful that it turned the area ahead into a vacuum!

The turtle’s breath creating seas was the innate divine ability of this particular turtle.

The water currents were disrupted, exposing the Demon General in the vacuum.

Though this lasted only briefly, as even the strong breath of the turtle could not withstand the omnipresent water pressure for long, a few moments were enough.

Still, the indestructible compass was thrown forward, and simultaneously, a blaze of Fierce Sun True Fire shot from his fingers, the heat so intense that the surrounding river water turned into steam, blocking everyone’s view.

At his movement, the Demon General also sensed the exceptionality of his opponent, instantly transforming its previously lazy demeanor.

The Big Halberd was lifted and spun, creating a weatherproof swirl, and at the same time, a streak of red light swept across…

The steam, red light, Soldier Plate, Big Halberd…

A resounding “boom” sounded as if the sky were collapsing.

Even those watching from the boats felt unsteady on their feet and hurried to brace themselves, only to see that at the battlefield, the steam scattered, the Gold Fire swirling, water waves tumultuous, the fierce water pressure indiscriminately pushing in all directions, forcing several Water Repelling Boats to uncontrollably retreat a hundred yards before they could stabilize.

In such a tumult, the cliffs and water sceneries had been blurred by the rippling waves, obscuring a clear view of what had happened.

When the Water Repelling Boats steadied again, and the cliffs and water returned to normal, everyone looked back at the battlefield to find it had calmed down.

The Demon General had finally been repelled, its body swiftly retrieved by several Water Demons, its fate uncertain.

At the same time, Daoist Bian was carried back by several cultivators.

When everyone saw him, they couldn’t help but gasp; his face was pale as gold paper, his breathing barely sustained, his meridians chaotic, his Dantian shattered.

The injuries were severe; even if he survived, it was feared they would affect his future path.

Li Laixiang felt a deep pain in his heart.

The twenty percent profit had come at far too great a cost, having effectively broken down his strongest combatant.

It was unclear how many more like this Demon General existed within the Demon Clan.

Casually feeding Daoist Bian a Three Revolutions Golden Pill, he steeled himself, gritting his teeth and declared:

“The Water Clan is obstinately ignorant, further words are useless.

Listen everyone, we shall mount our boats and rush over, taking down their lair first!”