Chapter 81: Save Me, Elder!
Chapter 81: Save Me, Elder!
Fury Sword Elder's sudden pause allowed Hong Lei to finally relax a little.
He took a few steps back, adjusting his breath, his sword-wielding hand already numb from the sword aura.
Rustle—
In the blink of an eye, over ten chains instantly wrapped around the Silkenthread Elder's limbs and waist, and the Golden Eagle Commanders seized this hard-earned opportunity, finally restraining him in place.
The Elder still maintained an indifferent demeanor.
He merely lowered his head, gazing deeply at the longsword in his hand, and as he faced this old companion that had been with him for three hundred years, a hint of hatred suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes.
The characters "Qingfeng" on the sword's body seemed to pierce his heart like a nightmare.
"I regret ever taking you from the Sword Pool."
His voice, as if unused to speaking for a long time, was faint and hoarse, carrying a strong sense of self-mockery.
Upon hearing the name Sword Pool, the commanders all showed surprise.
This treasure land had nurtured many Condensation Core masters, and after thousands of years, it had become a famous sect in Qingzhou, well-known to even them.
Hong Lei seemed to guess something, and his gaze became slightly complicated as he looked towards the Elder. The Elder had colluded with demons, and was about to exhaust his life force, almost causing heavy losses to Hong Lei's group. Originally, there was no need to speak further with a dying man.
But he still couldn't help but speak up, "The Demon Suppressing Bureau is indeed harsh, with life hanging by a thread. At least this cultivation..."
His words came to an abrupt halt.
The Elder suddenly thrust the sword into the ground, then raised his palm and resolutely slapped it, gathering his powerful aura into his palm.
Crack!
The five-foot-long sword was snapped in half.
Sparse silver threads fluttered, and the old man's face was withered to the extreme, his cloudy eyes covered by a white film, clearly devoid of life.
Below the cliff, a group of disciples holding torches, who were hurrying to flee, gradually stopped, their faces filled with sorrow.
The Elder had told them that when he and the demon fought with the Demon Suppressing Bureau, they should run fast... But they had just descended the cliff via a small path when they witnessed the Elder's self-destruction.
They looked into the distance at the aura suspended in the air, the fiery crimson making their hearts uneasy.
The Elder was using this method to warn them to stop.
That black-robed youth, whose robe billowed in the wind, was so powerful that he could fight the demon while suppressing the Elder from a distance, and still had strength left over. He wouldn't mind summoning another aura rain to crush them.
Just then, a wailing sound echoed through the cliff!
A chilling figure burst out from the mysterious flames, its injuries so severe that it was more like a skeleton with a few pieces of flesh hanging on it.
The treasure armor of the Crocodile Dragon was almost completely destroyed, and its flattened head was missing half, as if burned off by the flames. Only the long shadow remained in its eyes.
"Die!"
It rushed forward, using both hands and feet.
As long as it got closer, it could tightly grip the opponent's body, turning its raging anger into a powerful force, and completely tear it apart.
Shen Yi took a steady breath, staring at the approaching Crocodile Dragon, and suddenly crossed his legs.
His fingers clenched tightly, and the tattered sleeves fluttered.
He punched out, aiming directly at the veins on the Crocodile Dragon's body! Boom! The demon staggered, and the struck area instantly lost sensation! Boom, boom, boom! His fists rained down like a storm, forcing the Crocodile Dragon to retreat continuously, until a puff sound was heard, and his fingers pierced through its abdomen.
When he pulled his hand back, a blood-soaked demon core was pinched between his fingertips.
The demon's body collapsed with a boom, and even after it died, the remaining bloodscurge demon fire continued to lick its bones, making sizzling sounds.
[Slain a Jade Essence Realm Perfection Crocodile Dragon, lifespan of 1820 years, remaining lifespan of 763 years, completely absorbed]
After eliminating the river demon, Shen Yi had not seen such a prompt in a long time, and it felt somewhat familiar.
He helplessly looked at his arm, where several gashes revealed glimpses of white bones.
Not all demons charge straight ahead recklessly; their hidden tails can be deadly, even to a warrior of the same realm. A moment of carelessness could mean instant death.
Fortunately, the Heavenly Gale Bloodscurge was such a formidable weapon. Compared to his initial realm self, the power of this move now was more than ten times greater... But the Jade Dew Realm had its limits.
Shen Yi's desire for a new martial art increased, and he decided to carefully select one when he returned.
Having made up his mind, he retracted his gaze and looked towards the group of captains approaching him.
"Brother Shen... You really scared me."
Hong Lei's expression was complex, desperately searching for words of praise, but in the end, he couldn't help but reveal his horror.
What more could he say?
Even if Lin Baiwei came in person, she would have only achieved this much.
That girl was personally taught by the governor, and she was undoubtedly the top talent among the younger generation in Qingzhou. In Hong Lei's eyes, this position seemed somewhat undeserved.
Because up until now, Shen Yi's aura still showed no signs of exhaustion...
Killing a thousand-year-old demon and subduing Elder Fury Sword with a wave of his hand were both extremely terrifying feats, let alone doing them simultaneously.
"I have some medicine here, you can use it first."
Hong Lei's face was odd, as he had thought it was a deadly situation. But surprisingly, the only one injured was the strongest among them.
As his voice fell, a plopping sound suddenly came from behind.
The Golden Eagle Captains knelt on one knee, their fists clasped above their heads in salute. Without a word, they stood up in unison after a moment.
Those who entered the inner camp were all well-known in Qingzhou.
Compared to the ordinary outer camp captains, they were more arrogant. But this time, under Zhao Kanglin's leadership, they had lost all face.
Hong Lei let out a bitter laugh, "These brats, they really know how to disgust you... I'm grateful, but I won't hide it."
"We're colleagues, no need to take it to heart."
Shen Yi took the medicine and applied it to his wound, not overly concerned.
The nature of the Qingzhou disciples could be seen from Li Mujin; they were truly grateful when they should be, but their aristocratic upbringing was hard to change. The things they offered always carried a hint of their family's influence, and one could easily be entangled without caution.
"Old Hong is a straightforward man, feel free to call on me if you need anything."
Hong Lei nodded and turned his gaze towards the group of Qingfeng Mountain disciples, leading the crowd over to them.
The young disciples kept their heads down, their expressions lifeless.
"Go back quickly, or I'll have to treat you."
Hong Lei waved his hand in agitation. This mess was truly speechless.
Over a dozen Golden Eagle Captains had died because Zhao Kanglin disobeyed orders and recklessly charged into Sword Observing Canyon.
And then Zhao Kanglin died.
He was killed by colluding with demons.
Elder Fury Sword, who should have been responsible, exhausted his life force... This blame could only fall on Qingfeng Mountain.
"Sir, save me..."
A cowardly one was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, clinging to Hong Lei's leg.
"You poured your essence blood into the Sword Pool yourself, and you nurtured the sword. You didn't miss out on any benefits. Now, let me save you." Hong Lei gritted his teeth and pulled him up, his voice lowering slightly.
"General Chen had his reasons for not letting you leave. I've served under him, and he wouldn't spare your lives, nor would he spare mine."
"Go back quickly, don't make it hard for me."
He patted the youth's back, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
(End of Chapter)
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