Chapter 236 - 156: The Vermilion Bird’s Adoptive Father

Chapter 236: Chapter 156: The Vermilion Bird’s Adoptive Father

"That commotion just now must be the powerful Human Race expert fighting our people."

"Hurry over there! We must stop that Human Race Sword Cultivator. We absolutely cannot let him get back alive."

Then, figure after figure shot swiftly toward the Sword Qi Star River.

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Ye Shan’s sword was powerful. Even though it had originally been just an ordinary Magical Longsword, after Ye Shan had unleashed that brilliant strike, it had become the sharpest sword in the world.

Rather than saying Xu Ran’s Swordsmanship was beautiful and powerful, it was more accurate to say that Ye Shan’s sword was sharp enough. Otherwise, no matter how strong Xu Ran’s Swordsmanship was, it would have been impossible to kill a Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch in a single strike.

He had only temporarily obtained a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivation through the Huaque Array. Even with Ye Shan’s sword compensating for his lack of a Daoist Monarch’s Power, he still shouldn’t have been able to achieve this.

Therefore, it was the sword in his hand that made his Swordsmanship strong enough to slay a Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch in one blow.

At this moment, however, Xu Ran was not feeling well. It wasn’t because of the Huaque Array, but because he felt he was being influenced by Ye Shan’s sword.

Ye Shan’s sword could now be called a "Heaven and Earth’s Artifact," but Xu Ran felt it was somewhat rebellious.

When Xu Ran swung the sword, he could feel its thoughts. It seemed to constantly desire to tear this world asunder, to make heaven and earth test its sharpness.

Its influence on Xu Ran wasn’t limited to just that. The moment he gripped it, Xu Ran felt as though his very heart had changed. He became incomparably calm, looking down on everything.

Just like when he had slain the Demon Race Daoist Monarch, he hadn’t even given his opponent a direct glance. He was talking to Chen Chang’an before he swung the sword, and he was talking to Chen Chang’an after he swung the sword.

Throughout the entire process, he had treated the Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch as if he were nothing.

’This clearly isn’t the real me. Only Ye Shan could pull off such an arrogant posture.’

Otherwise, his original plan had been to injure and repel the Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch, then quickly leave the territory of the Demon Race with Jiang Ling’Er.

After all, killing a Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch was too great a matter; the Sect would surely be unable to bear the consequences.

But now, he had already slain the Demon Race’s Divinity Transformation Daoist Monarch. It was too late for regrets. He wasn’t an indecisive person. Since the deed was done, the best course of action was to eliminate all threats before leaving with Jiang Ling’Er and the others.

After asking Chen Chang’an if he had seen it clearly, he quickly turned his head, his gaze sweeping toward the direction from which the eagle-faced, human-bodied Demon Race Daoist Monarch had come.

A few Demon Cultivators had arrived together just now. Besides the Demon Cultivator he had already slain, there were several other Nascent Soul Stage Demon Cultivators.

Upon seeing the eagle-faced, human-bodied Demon Cultivator Daoist Monarch cut down by Xu Ran’s single sword strike, they scattered in terror, trying to flee for their lives.

Seeing this, Xu Ran swiftly swung his sword. This time, he used "Silent Sparrow." As he brandished the sword, a River of the Underworld, thick with the aura of death, instantly descended before the fleeing Demon Cultivators. It dragged their figures into the Yellow Springs, where they dissolved into plumes of black smoke.

Nothing was left behind, as if they had never existed in this world.

However, when he saw the last Demon Cultivator, he suddenly stayed his hand. He didn’t kill him. Instead, after heavily injuring him, he waved a hand and pulled the figure over.

He recognized him. This was Jiang Xiaohui’s master, the Ninth Elder of the Dog Race. He had seen the man’s face in the memory images Jiang Xiaohui had previously sent him.

"THUD!"

Xu Ran flicked his wrist, throwing the Dog Race’s Ninth Elder down between Jiang Xiaohui and Jiang Ling’Er.

"He’s all yours to deal with."

As his voice fell, a vicious expression appeared on Jiang Ling’Er’s soft face. The blood-red color in her large eyes deepened immensely.

"Xiaohui, and Daoist Friend Ling’Er, this is all a misunderstanding! Just think, if this old man really wanted to harm you, would you still be alive right now? I was just..."

The Dog Race’s Ninth Elder began to speak, his face filled with panic. Even at a time like this, he was still trying to think of an excuse to make Jiang Ling’Er trust him and spare his life.

However, Jiang Ling’Er didn’t let him finish.

She glanced at Xu Ran, then silently took a step forward. Reaching out, she plunged her hand directly through the chest of the Dog Race’s Ninth Elder.

A blood-red hand then pulled out a throbbing, gory mass. Then, under everyone’s horrified gazes, she slowly opened her mouth...

"WHOOSH!"

Just as her mouth was about to touch the bloody mass in her hand, Xu Ran acted swiftly, tossing a still-steaming roasted sweet potato into her mouth.

Seeing this, Chen Chang’an and Zhao Wuyang, who were behind Xu Ran, finally let out a breath of relief.

They stared at Jiang Ling’Er in horror, utterly shaken by her recent actions.

’She was actually going to eat that bloody thing raw. What kind of hatred would drive a seemingly innocent and naive young girl to make such a choice?’

’That damn Dog Race!’

Xu Ran cursed inwardly. ’A foolish disciple like Jiang Ling’Er is only suited for eating roasted sweet potatoes. To think they’d force her into this state.’

The familiar aroma filled her mouth, and Jiang Ling’Er’s body froze. After a long moment, two streams of clear tears rolled down her cheeks as she said numbly, "It’s delicious."

"Are... there any more?" she asked, staring blankly at Xu Ran.

"Yes." Xu Ran nodded gently, then waved his hand, casting a "Dust-Cleaning Technique" to remove the bloodstains from Jiang Ling’Er’s body.