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Chapter 210: I'm a Bull Demon
Chapter 210: I'm a Bull Demon
Crimson demon clouds filled the sky, and a black cloak fluttered above Qingzhou City.
A woman held a longsword at an angle, its pommel adorned with an azure white jade blossom.
Her shoulders bore several cracks, and frost was gradually melting on them.
Her graceful figure hovered in the air.
Below her, the vast Demon Suppressing Office had collapsed by more than half, and numerous military officers in cloud-patterned black robes gathered, resembling a dense dark cloud.
Though they were usually terrifyingly majestic, under the crimson sky, they seemed insignificant.
Amidst the ruins, a girl with cold light flickering around her body was buried under broken wood and rubble.
Boom—
Jiang Qiulan gently pushed aside a massive beam, striving to maintain her composure. She tried to stand, but her slightly trembling palms and the white mist gradually dissipating from her pitch-black eyes revealed her true condition.
She staggered to her feet, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
Ordinary commoners hid in their homes, and the thin wooden doors were their only solace.
Countless clan members and sect disciples flooded the streets, staring helplessly at the figure they once feared the most.
This person had caused a great slaughter in Yushan Prefecture, leaving people sleepless with worry.
But now, with a demon invasion, only she could stand in their way... It seemed she couldn't hold them back anymore.
"Ancestor! Help!"
Li Xinhuan stepped into a luxurious mansion, wearing a wolfskin cloak and gripping a shiny longsword.
Blood covered his face, yet he still shouted hoarsely.
A withered elder stepped forward, followed by cowering family members. "What are you shouting about?"
"Help us!"
Li Xinhuan clenched the sword hilt, his emotions spiraling out of control.
In the thousand years of Qingzhou's peace, when had demons ever invaded this place?
There were four renowned surnames here, the most numerous Demon Subjugation Commandery Officers, and the only Martial Immortal in the entire state.
"Help..."
The withered elder, rarely losing his composure, glanced at this ignorant junior with disdain. "In the face of such a powerful opponent, there's no difference between you and me."
Hearing this, Li Xinhuan froze in his tracks, and the longsword in his hand dropped limply.
The Ancestor was the strongest person he knew and the source of the Li family's confidence. But in this situation, even the Ancestor could only watch helplessly, just like him?
He turned and rushed out again.
The Li family's Ancestor frowned but didn't stop him.
This Demon King enveloped the entire city with his overwhelming demon energy, and there was no escape; it was just a matter of where they would die.
Thinking of this, he sighed and looked up at the sky.
Qinghua Madam wasn't soft-hearted; she had given Jiang Qiulan a chance to catch her breath. Suddenly, a treasure sword appeared before her.
The sword was wrapped in incense fire wish power, but it didn't feel peaceful at all; instead, it was filled with slaughter and madness.
She said calmly, "I've never seen a Martial Immortal like you."
With her physical body destroyed, her only chance of survival was to find something to inhabit, like her cherished heartfelt sword, becoming a sword spirit to slow her demise, or with good fortune, entering a Dharmic body and continuing her cultivation.
Until then, any consumption would accelerate her demise.
Not to mention actively seeking out a Demon King far superior to her.
"..."
The treasure sword gave no response. Unseen by anyone, Jiang Yuanhua stood with his sword, its light like a long river, surging relentlessly towards Qinghua Madam.
(End)
Amidst the ruins, Jiang Qiulan's breathing grew slower. Her skin was torn open, revealing the cold white Mystic Ice Malevolent Energy within, as her entire body transformed into a stream of light rushing towards the sky.
Known as the sharpest sword of Qingzhou, she always kept her hands empty.
At this moment, the white cold current was like a shattered river splitting the sea, suddenly slashing towards Qinghua Madam!
Crack, crack, crack—
Qinghua Madam slashed horizontally with her blade, colliding with the cold current. Simultaneously, she calmly raised a Qinghua Parasol, its seemingly fragile surface slowly spinning, blocking the sword light imbued with Incense Fire Wish Power.
"If I were you, I wouldn't be in a hurry to break through," she said, glancing sideways. The sharp edge of the Qinghua Sword was quietly held by a bloody, flesh-covered hand. Half of Jiang Qiulan's face had its skin peeled off by Demon Energy, and her Dao Infant, formed by the seven Mystic Ice Malevolent Energies, exuded a chilling aura.
That eye was like white jade, calm and serene.
"Since you anticipated problems, you should have left earlier. Perhaps you would have had a chance for revenge."
Qinghua Madam tried to retract her sword, but the other party forcefully broke through, revealing a foundation surpassing that of a Primordial Master who had just entered the Primordial Chaos Realm. The Essence Condensation Art she cultivated must have been the most challenging one.
If she had broken through normally, even Qinghua Madam might not have been able to defeat her easily.
Moreover, with such talent, she would undoubtedly achieve greatness in the future.
"..."
Jiang Qiulan quietly stared at the sword in her hand, gradually tightening her grip until it shattered between her fingers. Her voice was slightly soft, "Revenge is a meaningless thing."
Once the dust settles, nothing can be changed.
Chasing time is to avoid the regrets of the past.
She was truly exhausted.
She genuinely didn't want to pursue it again.
Using her palm as a blade, she swiftly slashed across Qinghua Madam's neck, creating a deep gash on the delicate neck, from which blood gushed out before being frozen by the cold.
Bang! Qinghua Madam's palm almost simultaneously pressed against Jiang Qiulan's chest, and cracks appeared on the Dao Infant that Jiang Qiulan had manifested.
"I'm a demon."
Qinghua Madam watched her fall, covering her neck wound with her hand. The injury would have been fatal to an ordinary person, but for the powerful Demon King, it didn't even cause her to flinch.
In an instant, the sword light from the other side finally tore through the Qinghua Parasol, shattering its ribs. The sword pierced straight towards her hand, which was covering her neck.
Pfft!
The longsword pierced through her palm and, in the same motion, penetrated her neck.
General Jiangan's face twisted in ferocity as he swung his sword horizontally, attempting to sever the opponent's head directly.
"I already said, I'm a demon."
Qinghua Madam swiftly and decisively withdrew her hand, cutting off half of her palm, then gripping the longsword, rendering it immobile.
Previously, she had held a sword in one hand and a parasol in the other, but that didn't make her a cultivator.
Now that she had lost everything, her formidable Demon Body was her most significant reliance.
At this moment, General Jiangan's Divine Consciousness was already showing signs of severe instability, and the Incense Fire Wish Power in the sky had begun to dissipate.
The Qinghua Demon King of the Thousand Demon Cavern and the Moonhowling Demon King here shared the same title but were not on the same level.
With a casual wave of her hand, she shattered the last shred of hope for everyone in Qingzhou City.
Moreover, the crimson cloud in the sky had become even denser.
At the edge of the dark red sky, a more sinister scarlet color surged like a wave, enveloping the entire sky.
The sun was blocked out, plunging all of Qingzhou City into silent terror.
(End of Chapter)
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