Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 507 - 85 Make Him Regret! [Thanks to "Final Number 5621’s" Silver Alliance Reward!]"_1

Chapter 507: Chapter 85 Make Him Regret! [Thanks to "Final Number 5621’s" Silver Alliance Reward!]"_1

This strike was both swift and ferocious, following right on the heels of the vicious dog’s assault, it sliced through the half-moon’s glow in an instant!

In the dire moment, Chu Liang was almost on the brink of instinctively using the Shrinkage technique to evade, but luckily he still had some reason left, and suppressed his impulse to use the Righteous Path’s Immortal Law. But since he could not instantly widen the distance, he could only force himself to hold his ground.

Booom--

Since there could be risks in taking out the Green Leaf Magical Artifact, which had been used multiple times already during the Shu Mountain Peak Conference, Chu Liang could only muster the Giant Elephant Shield he had created within the Python Belly City at this moment.

Now, that’s the advantage of having an abundance of magical artifacts.

Even if it’s an item that has not been used for many years and is kept hidden away in the bottom of a box, casually taking one out can still produce battle-worthy power.

A thick shield suddenly stood between the two, obstructing Guo Zhanfeng’s overwhelming and aggressive strike. After the harsh clanging sound, a deep trace even appeared on the Giant Elephant Shield.

This demonstrates the sharpness of that strike.

The disciples of the Night Blade Sect are already outstanding when it comes to their skills in wielding knives. But their mastery over these devious tactics also makes them more troublesome.

As Guo Zhanfeng’s knife struck the shield, he used its rebound force to twist and leap into the air, positioning himself above Chu Liang, looking down at him from a raised position, high hand once again lifting the long knife!

Chu Liang, seeing the fierce light in his eyes, knew something was wrong. He became even more alert and fixed his gaze on Guo Zhanfeng’s left hand.

"The third strike of the Night Blade’s Three Styles, is the Flying Knife. Most people know how powerful the knife skills of the Night Blade Sect are, but actually, more of our brothers from the Underworld King Sect have been killed by their flying knives. It’s their surprise attacks amidst the fighting! Quick as lightning!"

"..."

Indeed, as Guo Zhanfeng’s right hand was making a feigned strike, his left hand gave a quick flick, and with a whizz, he flung out an almost invisible dark glimmer. Chu Liang was vigilant, with a wave of his right hand, he barely caught the flying knife between his fingers at the last moment.

His golden right hand was as steadfast as rock, and even though the flying knife was powerful, it only trembled between his fingers for a while, ultimately unable to break free.

Looking at the flying knife, it is as thin as a cicada’s wing and completely pitch black, nearly invisible in the darkness of the night. Its length and width are approximately the same as a finger, but it is coated with a deadly poison—it would be hard for anyone hit by it to survive.

This type of flying knife is called the "Ink Cicada", and it is the unique weapon of the Night Blade Sect.

Many disciples of the Righteous Nine Heavens and Ten lands are unaware of this because they seldom cross paths with the Night Blade Sect. In contrast, the Demonic cultivators of the Underworld King Sect are more familiar with it, as countless experts from the Demon Sect have fallen to the Ink Cicada over the years.

It was exactly because of so many years of mutual killing that the Night Blade Sect from the North Region and the Underworld King Sect had developed deep-seated hatred. That’s why Guo Zhanfeng relentlessly attacked Chu Liang as soon as he saw him.

At this moment, Chu Liang found it inconvenient to demonstrate his Divine Skills, so dealing with him was indeed doubly difficult. While he was thinking about how to escape, the black fog unexpectedly helped out.

Initially, the black fog was nearing this area, so Chu Liang came to stop it. But now, after these moments of the two tangling in battle, it had surged forward. Innumerable ghostly figures in the fog, incomplete in their spiritual wisdom, didn’t care about the state of your cultivation, they just swallowed up the two amid the tumultuous surging of the underworld tide.

In an instant, both the sun and the moon lost their light, replaced by the clamor of passing ghosts.

Of course, Guo Zhanfeng wasn’t afraid of these ghosts. With a sweep of his long knife, he cleared a large area at once. After a few flashes of his knife, the black fog cleared up substantially. But in just a blink of an eye, as soon as the barrier to his vision was lifted, he could no longer see the trace of Chu Liang.

"Strange..." He suspended himself in the air, looking over the vast expanse of white ground.

"Snow White." he called out, and the jet-black evil dog immediately rushed over, "Where is the man?"

"Howl...." The evil dog named Snow White circled him three times, whimpering, but made no particular reaction.

"Escaped so quickly?" Guo Zhanfeng knitted his brows and surveyed the area again, then turned to leave, leaving only the desolate mess of the snowy ground.

After a while, his body suddenly fell from the sky.

It turned out that his departure just now was a ruse, just to see if the demonic cultivator had hidden somewhere. After another careful inspection, asserting that there was indeed no one around, he finally withdrew.

...

Several hundred miles south of the plateau, there was a calm expanse of water that shimmered in the night. In the center of the water, there was a pavilion floating.

In the first tier of the pavilion, there was a dazzlingly red hall, in which a lady in red was seated, gently combing her hair in front of a mirror. The scene was both beautiful and slightly eerie.

There was also a fair-skinned young lady standing in the hall, her expression respectful.

These two were the Underworld King Sect’s Red Clothes Palace Master and her youngest disciple, Yi Qiushui, the last in rank among the four demon princesses.

However, lately, Demon Princess Yi’s ranking had risen by one because her senior sister, Demon Princess Liu, had vanished. The rumor was that she had eloped with an array master, taking the Black Dragon Secret Realm with them.

"Did the master just let Granny Meng go?" Yi Qiushui asked in confusion, "Aren’t you afraid of the Sect Master criticizing?"

"There are still people from the White Bone Hall behind her. Granny Meng may not necessarily be able to reach Sealed Cliff Mountain." The Red Clothes Palace Master replied slowly while combing her hair, "Granny Meng didn’t treat me badly in the past, and this is the only help I can offer her."

"So, you and Granny Meng have a history." said Yi Qiushui.

In the Underworld King Sect, the younger disciples like them didn’t have a substantial impression of Granny Meng. They only knew that she was an old woman who stayed by the Sect Master year-round, skilled in alchemy. If the Netherworld Four Halls needed any sort of alchemical medicine, they often sought her help, but the price was never mild.

"She wasn’t always like this," said the Red Clothes Palace Master with a distant voice, "Before the current Sect Master took over, Granny Meng held a high position in the Sect... because of the previous Sect Master. Everyone in the sect knew that she was the lover of the previous Sect Master, and they even had a son. But she didn’t want the child to involve himself in the Demon Sect, so she always raised him elsewhere."

"A cycle of sixty years ago, I suppose I was about your age, and I committed a grave error..." Here, the Red Clothes Palace Master paused slightly, as though she was sifting through some memories. After a moment, she continued, "If it hadn’t been for Granny Meng’s plea, I would have been executed for breaking the sect’s rules."

Yi Qiushui, her eyes flashing, looked up and asked, "Did it have something to do with...with the senior you mentioned who wanted the Shenxu ruins scroll?"

There was a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.

"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t." The Red Clothes Palace Master reprimanded.

"Oh...." Yi Qiushui dropped her gaze in silence.

As the smallest disciple of the Red Clothes Palace Master, she had grown up at her master’s side since she was little, so she was not as reverent towards her as the other disciples of the Demon Sect towards this secretive Red Clothes Palace Master.

She had always known for years that her master had a lingering memory of someone in her heart. The last time she was asked to find the Shenxu scroll was for that person. Unfortunately, she was deceived by an imposter claiming to be "Dugu Qiubai," who had snatched the Shenxu scroll from her.

At that thought, Yi Qiushui’s teeth itched with rage.

That so-called Dugu Qiubai, had better not cross paths with her a second time, otherwise...she would definitely make him regret it!