Chapter 344: 59: Proving the Way through Killing, Reuniting with an Old Friend Again

Chapter 344: 59: Proving the Way through Killing, Reuniting with an Old Friend Again

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After Zhao Huai kills the Golden Scorpion Demon King with a sword, a luminescent image of a scorpion enters his body, causing his cultivation level to slowly rise.

But not by much. He’s already in the Rebirth Realm, killing a demon from the Golden Core Realm is nothing but insignificant contribution.

The massive tide of beasts, as if receiving some command, slowly retreats.

Sand and dust rise into the sky as all the giant scorpions swiftly burrow back into the ground.

The strange birds flying in the sky also quickly depart, not forgetting to scrutinize Zhao Huai’s outline before leaving.

All the iron-clad soldiers in the yellow sand reveal expressions of having just escaped death.

The disciples from the various sects too, regain their composure. Sheathing their swords, they help up the sword cultivator in the shabby crimson robe on their side. The cultivator gets up with the help of his sword and walks towards Zhao Huai, bending over to salute.

“Thank you, senior, for your assistance. The Baji Sect will remember your life-saving grace!”

In the Immortal Cultivation World, the strong rise to the top and it’s an incredibly rare thing for one to be saved by a savior.

“My name is Liang Rusong, I dare to ask senior, has the Xia Country sent you as reinforcement?” Liang Rusong asks earnestly.

In his eyes, Zhao Huai is a rare top-level powerhouse, equivalent to a highly-positioned elder in a large sect.

Only a cultivator in the Rebirth Realm could kill the Golden Scorpion Demon King with one sword.

This kind of personage is a rare magnate for a disciple of a small sect like him, after all, the Sect Master of his Baji Sect has just barely reached the Middle Rebirth Stage.

In response to the question, Zhao Huai thinks carefully; he has come to the Western State because the Madam is leading a personal campaign and he’s worried about any accidents, but he eventually nods and says:

“Suppose you could say that.”

“Complete it with one battle.”

“This cultivator in the Rebirth Realm must also be given due importance, a specific Demon King must be assigned to deal with him.”

Above the sand dunes.

Zhao Huai stands atop his dark green immortal sword, asking the Baji Sect Disciples beside him: “How many fortified cities are there nearby?”

A pretty female disciple earnestly answers: “There are a total of twelve. The Demon emperors have assigned various Demon Kings to lead the Demon Army in repeated assaults on the city gates. At present, all the sects, large and small, are assisting the Xia Country in defending the borders. Yet, manpower is still insufficient, many sect disciples have already died in battle. Senior, why not help them instead? The demons should not dare to violate this place for a little while.”

“If so, take care.”

Getting his answer, Zhao Huai doesn’t linger for long. After giving them a look, he rides the wind with his sword control technique and leaves.

He leaves behind a group of curious female sect disciples discussing.

“How long do you think this senior has been cultivating? He still looks so young.”

“I guess he must have been cultivating for over a hundred years. He still looks quite handsome, really rare.”

“He should have changed his appearance. I have never seen a cultivator in the Rebirth Realm who is less than a hundred years old.”

Regrettably, Zhao Huai cannot hear these words anymore.

In the blink of an eye, he has already fled hundreds of kilometers away. Along the way, he encounters several small-scale human-demon battles, each time, he solves them with one sword and then retreats with ease.

[Misfortune and fortune depend on each other, let’s wait and see]

Zhao Huai is fully aware that there will be a tough battle ahead, so he pulls out the golden bronze coins to check for misfortune and fortune.

“I need to predict the direction of the situation. I need various different outcomes.” He couldn’t help but mentally chant.