CH 72

At this moment, In the Demon Artifact Pavilion, the chaos that was happening at this moment was even greater than before.

It was all because a huge light curtain appeared in the sky, reflecting the confrontation between the Demon Sect Holy Saint and an ugly-looking rat monster that seemed to exist in another space.

Three Nascent Soul realm members from the Six Gate Bureau were walking through the air, standing in front of the light curtain with solemn expressions.

“What kind of artifact is this? Or rather, what innate ability of which great monster?” Night Crow, wearing a feather mask, voiced his confusion.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator with considerable cultivation experience, it was the first time he had seen such a peculiar and strange ability.

“The path of space… intertwined with many different Dao principles… light, shadow… and text?” Miss Kirin extended her hand and pressed it against the light curtain. Her eyes beneath the mask flickered, making a cold judgment.

This analysis made Night Crow and Wutong, who wore a withered leaf mask, shift their gaze towards her.

“…It’s the feedback from the Human Emperor Sword Sheath,” Miss Kirin added, and only then did Night Crow and Wutong show a look of realization. (Tn: Renwang = Human Emperor)

It’s no wonder they can’t analyze anything, but Kirin can speak so confidently.

The Human Emperor Sword Sheath truly deserves to be a divine weapon sheath, it is indeed special.

“That monster seems to have temporarily acquired the strength of the Nascent Soul realm for some unknown reason… The Demon Sect Holy Saint might be in danger.”

Wutong’s voice carried a hint of heaviness.

If the Demon Sect Holy Saint died in the royal city, it was unclear how the Demon Sect would react.

“I don’t think that kid will die so easily. After all, there are rumors that he can fight against Nascent Soul cultivators… Huh? It seems like something else is about to appear?”

As Night Crow was speaking, he noticed that a segment of text suddenly drifted across the light curtain.

“I didn’t expect this thing to be on its body…”

All three Nascent Soul cultivators felt a chill in their hearts, unsure about the sudden appearance of the text.

But before they could react, numerous lines of text surged from the upper half of the light curtain.

“What’s the situation now? Can I go home?”

“Wow, the Demon Sect Holy Saint is so handsome! And so gallant, treating women with such tenderness…”

“I only have enough money to buy a box of ordinary bullets… Which one should I choose?”

Dense lines of text swept across the upper half of the light curtain, leaving the three Nascent Soul cultivators momentarily stunned.

(Why does it feel like he always encounters these strange things… No, many of the strange things are caused by him…)

As Miss Kirin had this thought, she realized that her inner voice had also appeared on the light curtain, leaving her slightly bewildered.

Looking at the other two beside her, they also seemed somewhat dazed.

“It seems that it can extract the thoughts of the people nearby and turn them into text, presenting them in this form on the light curtain,” Miss Kirin quickly deduced.

Night Crow and Wutong nodded in agreement.

After exchanging glances, they slowly backed away and positioned themselves in mid-air.

They had no way to deal with this phenomenon they had never encountered before. After trying various methods that couldn’t affect the inside of the light curtain, they could only choose to wait for the outcome.

With Miss Kirin’s analysis using the Human Emperor Sword Sheath, they determined that this spatial curtain wouldn’t last long.

Once the space dissipated, they could continue to suppress the monster using the Human Emperor Sword Sheath.

The only unknown was whether the Demon Sect Holy Saint could hold on until that time.

…

Inside the peculiar space.

There were clearly prominent veins on the super muscular rat’s forehead.

This time, it was truly angry!

It was so angry that a cold smile appeared on the ugly rat face.

“Hehe… It seems you still haven’t realized your situation, Demon Sect Holy Saint…”

“In this space, I can temporarily use the power of the Nascent Soul realm. With just a snap of my fingers, I, Rat Rat, can make you vanish into thin air!”

As it spoke, it fully unleashed its overwhelming momentum at the moment.

The might of the Nascent Soul caused even the two girls watching from a distance to involuntarily take a few steps back.

The muscular rat monster proudly raised its head, its narrow and elongated eyes fixed on Luo Wusheng, as if trying to see a hint of fear in him.

But Luo Wusheng disappointed it.

At this moment, Luo Wusheng still wore that disdainful expression.

“Is that all?”

The mocking voice of the Demon Sect Holy Saint made the veins on the muscular rat’s forehead, which were already bulging, twitch madly, emitting a gnashing sound.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Believe? Of course, I believe you.”

A smile appeared on Luo Wusheng’s face. “You’re just a mediocre Nascent Soul cultivator. I can indeed make you vanish into thin air with a snap of my fingers.”

“What do you mean?! No… you’re just bluffing…”

It almost got intimidated by this guy.

The muscular rat snorted, suppressing the unease that inexplicably surged within it, and decided to stop speaking to this detestable Demon Sect Holy Saint.

(Although those baldies told me not to lay a hand on this Demon Sect Holy Saint… Tch, who do they think they are, daring to command me, Rat Rat?)

Today is the death day of this Demon Sect Holy Saint!

With this thought in mind, vast spiritual power began to gather on its muscular right arm.

It slowly tightened its right arm.

With this punch, the mere Demon Sect Holy Saint would be dead without a doubt… Huh?

The muscular rat suddenly widened its narrow eyes.

Within its tiny pupils, confusion and astonishment were reflected.

It saw Luo Wusheng, who was facing it, gently toss a small square object in his hand.

That square object instantly flowed like liquid, and after transforming into liquid, it began to distort. Each distortion increased the flow of this liquid, and after several times, it had turned into an indescribable stream.

This stream rushed straight towards the sky like a reverse-coiling water dragon.

“Condense.”

Luo Wusheng’s mouth gently curved, and he uttered a single word.

The stream rushing towards the sky came to a halt, and then gradually condensed together. After several shaping processes, it took on the appearance of a ferocious longsword.

This sword had a blood-red translucent color, towering in size, imposing even for the invincible muscular rat.

Especially when it felt the terrifying energy fluctuations emanating from this heaven-reaching longsword, it couldn’t help but tremble.

Its gaze towards Luo Wusheng was filled with horror.

Such terrifying fluctuations… Can they be emitted by a Nascent Soul cultivator at the early stage? (Tn: The rat still think that Luo Wusheng is a Nascent Soul Cultivator)

If directly struck by this sword, even a Nascent Soul cultivator at the early stage would probably fall in one go right?

The muscular rat swallowed a mouthful of saliva, making a distinct gurgling sound.

On the other side, Luo Wusheng, who was holding the enormous longsword, had a comfortable smile on his face.

“Well… I have a seven kilometer long sword in my hand now… It seems like I overdid it a bit, never mind…”

“Cough cough, little rat, right now, I have a seven-thousand-meter-long sword, and I’ll allow you to run six thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine meters.”

And then, Luo Wusheng swung the 7 kilometers long sword toward the ugly rat.

Feeling the terrifying power that he was holding in his palms, Luo Wusheng was not the least bit panicked now.