Immortal Father
Chapter 311 - 311 115 Annihilation of the Twin Evils Death of the Sword Slave Third Update Large Cup Vote Request_4

311: Chapter 115: Annihilation of the Twin Evils, Death of the Sword Slave [Third Update | Large Cup | Vote Request]_4 311: Chapter 115: Annihilation of the Twin Evils, Death of the Sword Slave [Third Update | Large Cup | Vote Request]_4 “Tsk, nearly a hundred years later, their family began to flourish, and over the years they have provided me with quite a few conveniences.”

“And this patriarch, by putting on this mask and becoming this Sword Slave, following behind his son’s backside, is whipped by his own son a hundred times every day, hahaha!”

“What pride could he possibly have left, what arrogance?”

The old Sword Slave had crawled to the feet of the starved to death, only to be kicked down by Tuoba Ye standing beside him.

On the ground, Li Ping’an’s eyes widened.

This old Sword Slave’s son?

Xu Sheng let out a long sigh and transmitted his voice: “This Sword Slave wearing the bronze mask is the patriarch of the Tuoba family, it’s unexpected that he would suffer such a fate, falling from the realm of a Heavenly Immortal.”

Li Ping’an: …

He silently took out three-tenths of his stock of poison and bewitchment Elixir Pills.

Above them, a group of ferocious demons had surrounded the old Sword Slave, kicking him around at will, and continuously forcing him to get up again.

There were more jeering laughs around.

Li Ping’an didn’t wait any longer.

He brought his sword fingers close together and pointed upwards slightly.

“Please make a move, senior!”

“Hmm!”

Xu Sheng took a deep breath, the small bee he had transformed into was wrapped in golden light.

The next instant!

There were several light popping sounds, and more than a dozen one-foot-tall wooden puppets jumped out from the four corners of the courtyard.

Among the members of the Blood Fiend Hall, half had a high sense of alert, immediately turning their heads to look around, with a bit of confusion in their gaze.

The wooden puppets moved stiffly forward, each holding a pair of small copper gongs in their hands, and as they moved, they began to constantly strike the gongs.

Dada dada dada.

The Black Panther Spirit laughed: “Fellow Daoist, is this also a trick you arranged?”

“Tuoba Han?”

Tuoba Han said confusedly: “Foster father, your son hasn’t…”

Bang, bang bang!

The dozen wooden puppets shattered at the same time, more than ten balls of light shone towards the demons of Blood Fiend Hall, and where the light passed, patches of white mist appeared in the air!

In an instant, the entire estate’s backyard was filled with clouds that appeared out of nowhere!

Dozens of streaks of light shot towards the sky, each choosing to flee upwards almost at the same time, but half of the less powerful demons had already begun to feel drowsy.

At this moment!

Golden light flashed from the sky!

A huge net suddenly appeared, covering the entire estate!

Below the net, Xu Sheng waved his large sleeve, and more than ten beams of spiritual light flew out of it.

He grabbed a large hammer in his right hand, his hair fluttering, shouting angrily:

“You sons of bitches!”

Hum!

The hammer smashed down with tremendous force, but it was like throwing a pebble against a rock!

Above the estate, more than a hundred streaks of light shot out simultaneously;

From the four sides of the estate, dozens of streaks of light flew in retreat!

Elder Yansheng shouted, shaking a hundred li: “Take action!

Exterminate the demons!”

The strategy Li Ping’an had been planning for a long time was perfectly executed at this moment!

The pressure of a Golden Immortal shook the entire Dong’an City, the earth began to tremble continuously, and the roaring sound lasted for a long time.

…

An hour later.

In total, over fifty bodies lay on the ground.

Among them, more than twenty demons reverted to their original bodies after death, piled together by the Immortal Wanyun.

The starved to death one was left with only a paper-thin body, and more than half of his Primordial Spirit had been shattered, leaving behind a remnant soul for later interrogation.

After the Black Panther Spirit died, it reverted to its original form, its body riddled with penetrating wounds, similarly leaving behind only a remnant soul for interrogation.

Li Ping’an, with a darkened face, maintained the appearance of the charred, standing behind Elder Yansheng and Senior Xu Sheng.

The real charred figure was now obediently wearing a mask, following a group of Earthly Immortals searching across the estate, rescuing Loose Cultivator slaves one by one to search their memories, to see if there were any accomplices of the demons.

Elder Yansheng murmured: “Now only fourteen Fiends remain in the Blood Fiend Hall.”

“Elder.”

Li Ping’an said in a grave tone:

“It should be said that they still have fourteen Fiends.”

Xu Sheng asked with a frown: “Ping’an, how should this father and son be dealt with?”

In front, the robust Sword Slave sat there, his eyes empty.

He, having been dosed with an overdose of bewitchment drugs, was now too weak to stand, yet still stubbornly tried to protect the unconscious Tuoba Han behind him.

Li Ping’an flicked an Elixir Pill into the Sword Slave’s mouth, and the old Sword Slave began to slowly raise his head.

Elder Yansheng stepped forward, shielding Li Ping’an behind him.

The mouth behind the old Sword Slave’s bronze mask quivered, and looking at Xu Sheng, he murmured a quiet thank you: “Thank you…

senior…”

Xu Sheng sighed: “Why didn’t you call for help?”

“Just…

a moment of soft-heartedness…

and there was no chance of turning back…”

The Sword Slave said with a quiver in his voice:

“Once the Primordial Spirit of the starved to death perishes, my family will be wiped out…

May I, may I request the senior to spare my son’s life…

He has only been bewitched by evil spirits…

“Over the years, I have killed many for them…

My death is not a pity…

It’s just my son…

He had no part in those matters…

It was all my doing…”

Xu Sheng and Elder Yansheng both looked at Li Ping’an.

The Sword Slave also looked over.

Li Ping’an nodded and said, “Senior, go in peace, I will spare his life.”

“You are…

ah, never mind…

thank you…”

The Sword Slave showed a slight smile, whispering:

“Could you, could you please help me, my Primordial Spirit has been bound by a curse…

I cannot end it myself…”

Elder Yansheng shook with anger: “These demons are devoid of all morality!

I wish I could have killed them all tonight!

Killed them all!”

Xu Sheng’s face showed compassion, and with a wave of his hand, he sent out a palm strike, directly shattering the Sword Slave’s Primordial Spirit.

From the corner of the Sword Slave’s mouth oozed fresh blood.

With his last bit of strength, he turned his head to look behind him, the corners of his mouth revealing a peaceful smile as he slowly closed his eyes.

“If only I had been more decisive back then…

and wiped out my own family…

it would have been so much better…”

His rough left hand slowly reached out, trying to wipe away the dirt on Tuoba Han’s face, but ultimately fell lifelessly.

Bowing his head, he passed away without a sound.

Li Ping’an asked, “Is his Primordial Spirit completely gone?”

“It has dissipated,” Xu Sheng said in a solemn tone.