Chapter 287.2: Light in the Rain - Part 2

The tip of the Embracing Cicada sword pressed against the fist of the great demon. However, after pushing against it, the sword tip could not advance an inch further, and there was no damage to the fist either. Seeing this scene, Liu Banbi lifted his head, watching the intertwining of demonic qi and sword qi, and suddenly said with a smile, "What's your true form? An old tortoise[bastard] that cultivated for hundreds of years?" "Got to admit, your tortoise shell is really hard."

The black-robed great demon remained indifferent and silent. The demons in the North and those within the borders of the Great Liang Dynasty naturally could not be mentioned in the same breath. These demons not only had cultivation systems belonging to the demon race, but also possessed extraordinary true forms, many being ancient mutated species. Although the history of the demon race was the same as humanity, having experienced a gap generation thousands of years ago, the existence of these mutated variants, to some extent, confirmed the existence of history to some extent.

Seeing the black-robed great demon's lack of response, Liu Banbi did not mind either and continued to smile, "But even if it's a tortoise shell, that's fine too. Is there anything in this world that a sword cultivator cannot cut through?"

Only when hearing this, did the black-robed great demon slowly open his mouth, but his tone was still indifferent, "Do you think the bodies of demons are like those worthless martial artists of yours?"

Among human cultivators, martial artists already possessed the toughest bodies. Even sword cultivators needed to expend more effort when facing martial artists' bodies. However, the demon race had a natural advantage. Their bodies were much tougher compared to martial artists.

Similarly, without relying on any daoist spell's assistance, when martial artists fought with demons, it was challenging for martial artists to break through a demon's body in terms of body resilience.

What was even more perplexing was that not only did demons have tough bodies, but they could also cultivate daoist techniques. Just this fact alone had long made demons the most formidable cultivators in the world.

Sometimes, there would also be cultivators who could not help but wonder if demons were the true favorites of heaven and earth?

Humanity?

Were they merely existences that slowly traversed this vast land, struggling to survive?

Liu Banbi said calmly, "I killed more than one demon here."

"Merely relying on your Sword Dao's realm to bully some demons whose realms were lower than yours."

The black-robed great demon looked at Liu Banbi and said indifferently, "I've heard that sword cultivators are the proudest, but you're an exception."

Liu Banbi was indifferent to the mockery of the black-robed great demon, he just smiled and said, "When I killed that guy last time, you were watching from a distance too, right?"

The black-robed great demon remained silent. What Liu Banbi said was indeed true.

Over the years, he had killed countless demons here. Initially, he only engaged in battles with demons of the same cultivation realm. However, as time passed, he discovered that whether were they demons of the same realm or others, in the end, they were all demons, there was no difference in essence. When a Great Beyond Realm demon and a Bitter Sea Realm demon crossed the city walls and headed southward, could there be a difference to human civilians?

There would not be any difference.

So, after realizing this, every time Liu Banbi drew his sword to kill demons, he would kill them if he saw them, and kill them in front of him. He would never have any reservations about killing them. He would only look for a few difficult-to-kill demons when he had an urge.

But talking about it, killing back and forth. whether was it drawing his sword to kill demons or demons killing humans, nothing was certain.

Today, Liu Banbi was killing a demon here, but he might be killed by a demon one day.

At that time, his flesh and blood would turn into demon food, dissipating between heaven and earth.

If the black demonic qi he had unleashed earlier was like a swaying black lotus, at this moment, after the demonic qi had been completely forced back, it resembled a lotus closing its petals once again.

It was a strange sight.

But it did not stop here.

After forcing back the black-robed great demon, Liu Banbi calmly struck with his sword again!

Several sword lights rose from the ground up, but did not surge into the sky. Instead, they chased after the great demon!

Liu Banbi laughed loudly, advancing with his sword, arriving first before those few waves of sword light. The Embracing Cicada in his hand rang out with a clear sound. The thin, cicada-wing-like blade released waves of sword qi. After tearing open a gap, it was followed by countless sword qi rushing forward.

The black-robed great demon watched the attack with a serious expression. It was not that he could not evade the current strike, but he was concerned about the subsequent sword lights that would follow. How could he block them?

Any discerning person could see clearly that the current attack was just a prelude. The true means of this blue-robed sword immortal lay in the numerous means that would follow this attack!

Faced with these techniques, the black-robed great demon felt somewhat helpless.

For years, they had been unable to conquer this Northern Frontier Great Wall. Apart from the considerable effort spent on the Great Liang Dynasty's Great Wall, these cultivators who inexplicably appeared on the city wall were also one of the reasons.

Foreign cultivators always looked down on martial artists, and they had little goodwill towards secular dynasties. Most cultivators would not appear here, but why would these cultivators choose to come here?

The black-robed great demon observed indifferently as the sword reached his chest.

Sword qi bloomed from the tip of the sword, like an incomparably dazzling flower unfolding at this moment!

The black-robed great demon let out a muffled groan. He seemed to vaguely hear the sound of a real cicada's chirping.

A deep green wound appeared on his chest, where sword qi lingered. Amidst the sharpness, there was a terrifying aura everywhere.

He gritted his teeth and retreated hundreds of feet, only to be hit in the chest by the oncoming sword lights, emitting a painful howl!

He was sent flying backward by the sword lights, several thousand feet away!

Originally, the blue-robed sword immortal who should have taken advantage of the opportunity to pursue, did not advance. Instead, he landed on the city wall. Looking into the distance, he smiled suavely and said, "I don't know your name, but there's no need to know either. I won't kill you today. Your head will stay on your neck for now. Take good care of it. The next time I see you, I'll take it."

The black-robed great demon raised his head from a distance. But after just one glance, he did not linger and retreated in a sorry state. Just from their exchange earlier, he already understood that he was no match for the sword immortal before him.

Watching the black-robed great demon disappear into the horizon, he sat on the city wall and took a sip of wine.

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