CH 73

The super muscular rat didn’t understand what Luo Wusheng meant by his words, nor did it want to understand.

It was running out of chances to understand anyway.

Because at this moment, that sky-reaching longsword was slowly tilting towards it, carrying a power that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Fear began to show on the ugly rat face.

Before entering this space, it had fully awakened its innate abilities and divine powers, causing the blood mist to instantly break the suppressing runes and the Human Emperor Sword Sheath’s golden light.

But as a result, it could no longer use this ability in a short period of time and enter the realm where it could harm the Nascent Soul.

Originally, it thought that since it could already use the power of the Nascent Soul during this gap, it could fight even a true Nascent Soul, let alone just killing a mere Golden Core perfection stage Holy Saint of the Demon Sect

Once this amplification ended, it would naturally be able to restore its blood mist ability and calmly escape the Six Gate Bureau’s Golden-Ranked member’s encirclement.

But the scene before it now felt so unreal.

How powerful was this strike?

Mid-Nascent Soul stage? Late-Nascent Soul stage?

The rat demon didn’t know. It could only swing its spiritual power, equivalent to the early Nascent Soul level, time and time again, but it couldn’t stop the descending longsword’s momentum in the slightest.

The terrifying pressure seemed to have arrived right before its eyes, and a chill surged to the sky.

Finally, the super muscular rat faltered.

Boom!

The sky-reaching longsword finally descended.

On the path of its strike, countless white cubic platforms were affected in an instant. Some were dissolved by the terrifying spiritual power, while others were cut apart by the horrifying sword qi, turning into fragments. The area in front of Luo Wusheng was already in a mess.

Watching the super muscular rat crumble to ashes under the pressure of the longsword, Luo Wusheng let out a sigh of relief.

(That rat has been completely pulverized, it shouldn’t be possible for it to still be alive, right?)

Luo Wusheng gasped weakly, but a smile appeared on his face.

In his somewhat inflated state, that world-piercing and formless longsword continuously contracted, and with just a few jumps, it had transformed back into a small cube in his hand, sinking into silence.

(Now I have to prepare for the cube recharge again…)

He had just completed the recharge with the help of the Black Silk Stocking-clad Bai Xiaoyao the night before yesterday, and yet it had already been used up today.

But it was fortunate that his junior sister came that one time; otherwise, today might have really been a bitter battle.

Although he wasn’t afraid of early Nascent Soul stage cultivators, that was under the circumstances of using all his trump cards, fighting desperately, and relying on luck.

“The Nascent Soul power displayed just now is probably difficult to achieve even with a high-grade Artifact… It even drained all my spiritual power. Could it be that there were many people watching this battle?”

Considering the nature of this Artifact that becomes stronger the more people witness it, it wouldn’t put in such effort if only two girls were watching.

Hmm… Maybe it’s because Little Yuli is the protagonist and can single-handedly surpass thousands of people?

(At first, I was really scared. I thought the cannon fodder event was happening… But it turned out to be this?)

Indeed, I won’t be defeated so easily.

But is this the sense of crisis I’ve been feeling these past two days? I always feel… Hmm?

Just as Luo Wusheng was using this time to rest and restore his spiritual power, a beam of light suddenly descended from the sky and stopped in front of him.

It was an eyeball.

(Is this an equipment drop?)

Luo Wusheng quickly recalled that this eyeball was the thing the ugly gray rat used when it brought him into this space earlier.

As he carefully examined the eyeball, he couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.

Nothing mystical or otherworldly can be found in it, how disappointing!

Thinking this in his mind, Luo Wusheng still took it into his hand.

When the left eye twitches, it means good fortune will come, but if it’s the right eye, disaster would come instead.

Now it seems the disaster has passed, and good fortune has come. I guess the sense of crisis I felt yesterday was related to this event.

He felt much more relaxed in his heart and turned his head to look at the two girls he had sent to a safe distance.

His junior sister and Little Yuli also seemed relieved.

Speaking of which, it seems like I forgot to tell the demoness that I met Little Yuli on the Sea Crossing Boat…

I’m really getting old, I even carelessly forgot about that.

…………

As she watched the rat demon with Nascent Soul power being suppressed by Luo Wusheng’s single strike, Lu Yuliu inexplicably let out a sigh of relief, but she also felt a sense of absurdity.

A Golden Core suppressing Nascent Soul?

This is many times more difficult than when her master faced a mid-Nascent Soul stage elder while still in the early Nascent Soul stage, let alone a single strike suppression? (Tn: Basically, one-shotting)

Is this the true power of the legendary Holy Saint of the Demon Sect, who is said to have unparalleled talent across the world?

A gleam of admiration appeared in Miss Sword Fairy’s eyes.

When she was interacting with Luo Wusheng before, she had almost completely forgotten about his identity and strength.

But now, seeing the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect standing on the ruins, Lu Yuliu finally remembered some of the legends associated with him.

At the age of twelve, he dominated over countless cultivators, winning the first place in the Immortal Ranking six years ago. After advancing to the Golden Core stage, he became even more unrivaled, surpassing his peers with his extraordinary talent. Last year, he even roamed the Ancient Heavenly Court as a junior, making countless senior cultivators who also entered the Ancient Heavenly Court retreat in fear.

It can be said that the Holy Saint of the Demon Sect is the legend of this generation of cultivators.

Even the current chief disciple of the Taoist Sect, Ji Yanyao, who was born a few years earlier, may only be slightly inferior in talent compared to this Holy Saint of the Demon Sect She is probably on par with the Empress of the Immortal Nation.

The only sect that might have a disciple with even greater talent than this Holy Saint of the Demon Sect.. perhaps only the secretive and mysterious Buddhist sect.

For some reason, as Lu Yuliu recalled these so-called “legends,” she couldn’t help but smile when she thought of that annoying boy who always teased her.

However, she didn’t notice that her companion, Bai Xiaoyao, was silently scrutinizing her.

Bai Xiaoyao always felt that her ‘good friend’ was a bit strange today.

She had just finished confirming her senior brother’s condition.

As Bai Xiaoyao lightly pulled the sleeve of her “good friend,” she wore a mischievous smile on her face.

“Hehe~ Yuliu, didn’t you return to the Sword Sect? How come you’re here in the royal city? You didn’t even tell your sister in advance that you are coming?”

Her smile was warm, but she emphasized the word “sister” a bit too much. “By the way… you seem to know my senior brother? When did this happen?”

Feeling the tug on her sleeve and hearing Bai Xiaoyao’s questions, Miss Sword Fairy’s expression froze.