105: Demon Sword Fleshman

Amidst the churning clouds of Devilish Qi, two figures slowly descended, like Rakshasas stepping out from the Nine Nether Abyss.

The person in the lead was a woman dressed in a long black dress.

Her skin was whiter than snow, and her features were stunningly beautiful, yet they radiated an unsettling, bewitching, and evil charm.

Most striking of all were her eyes—not the ordinary black or brown, but a pair of eerie blood-red pupils like the purest, deepest rubies!

At this moment, these blood-red pupils were locked onto Yao Delong with great interest, a hint of exhaustion yet playful, cat-and-mouse amusement lingering at the corners of her mouth.

Her black dress was damaged in several places, stained with dust and faint dark red marks, clearly having undergone an intense battle not long ago.

Standing beside her was an old man with a hunched figure, dressed in gray linen robes.

The old man had a withered face and deep-set eye sockets, as if a gust of wind could knock him over, and the linen robe on his body was tattered beyond recognition.

It was damaged in many places, revealing skin underneath that also bore scars.

His aura was slightly withered, his chest rising and falling slightly, clearly indicating he was not lightly injured.

Yet, this old man, who appeared to be on the verge of death, exuded a terrifying pressure as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea, which slammed into the hearts of everyone present like an invisible mountain!

That was a pressure far exceeding the Golden Core Realm. Wisps of pure and heart-palpitating Devilish Qi coiled and pulsed around him like living creatures, making the air thick and cold.

A Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator of the Demonic Path! And definitely not someone who had just entered the Nascent Soul Stage!

The black-dressed, blood-red-eyed woman's gaze fell upon Yao Delong, her slightly tired voice carrying a hint of playfulness as it rang out clearly: "Yao Delong, we finally found you!"

【Ding! Target detected: Xin Yuelan】 【Cultivation: Late Golden Core Stage】 【Spiritual Power Affinity: 7】 【Age: 32】 【Favorability: 0】

The System prompt sounded in Yao Delong's mind, causing his heart to jolt violently!

"Spiritual Power Affinity is only 7? How could she have Cultivated to the Late Golden Core Stage at such a young age?!"

Yao Delong's pupils constricted, and a stormy sea surged in his heart. This completely defied common sense!

Spiritual Power Affinity is considered the Foundation of Cultivation. An affinity of 7 cannot be called untalented, but it is just average. Yet to reach the Golden Core Realm at this age, even reaching Foundation Establishment Perfection would be a miracle! This woman must have a heaven-defying secret!

Just then, the heavily injured Blood Vulture Leader seemed to recognize something. The face beneath his mask twisted in extreme fear, his voice trembling uncontrollably as he pointed at the old man in linen and exclaimed:

"It... it's you?! Liu Sha! A hundred years ago, when you first appeared in the Great Yan Dynasty, you slaughtered the entire city of 'Qingyan City,' taking one hundred thousand lives!"

"Fifty years ago, you defeated the Ba Sword Sect Prodigy Bai Kexing, and within three years, you swept through all the peer Sword Cultivators of the Great Yan Dynasty, winning the title of 'Number One Sword Cultivator of the Great Yan Dynasty'! Your bizarre Demonic Path sword techniques, which specifically countered Righteous Path Sword Cultivators, earned you a fearsome reputation!"

"Your nickname 'The Devil Head Sword Butcher'... wasn't it rumored that you had been besieged and killed by the Righteous Path Alliance of the Great Yan Dynasty?! You... you're actually not dead! And you've appeared within the borders of our Ba Xia Dynasty!"

"Hehehe..."

The old man in linen, Liu Sha, let out a hoarse, grating laugh like sandpaper rubbing together. His deep-set eye sockets swept over the terrified Blood Vulture Leader, carrying a trace of mockery:

"I didn't expect that after so many years, someone would still remember my 'insignificant' title from back then. You guessed right, but..."

His withered fingers gently stroked the hilt of an unremarkable, ancient black longsword at his waist, "there is no reward."

Upon hearing this, the black-dressed woman Xin Yuelan's blood-red eyes flashed with impatience, and she spoke coquettishly to Liu Sha:

"Uncle Liu, these two eyesores are just trouble that will expose our tracks if left alive. Deal with them."

"No! Spare us! Senior, spare us!"

The Blood Vulture Leader and the only surviving Blade Vulture were ashen-faced, their souls terrified!

Facing a Late Nascent Soul Stage Devil Head whose fierce reputation had shaken several nations in his prime, even though his aura was slightly withered now, they couldn't even muster a single thought of resistance, leaving only boundless despair.

Liu Sha's murky old eyes didn't even glance at them, just casually raising the hand holding the black longsword.

Hum!

There was no earth-shattering sword light, no whistling sound tearing through the air.

However, Yao Delong keenly felt that the moment Liu Sha raised his sword, an extremely subtle yet terrifying spatial fluctuation rippled out like water waves with him as the center!

"Not good!" Yao Delong's warning bells rang wildly in his heart!

The next moment!

Pfft! Pfft!

Two soft sounds, like ripe watermelons being sliced open. The bodies of the two Golden Core Perfection Blood Vultures split down the middle without warning, the cut smooth as a mirror, blood and internal organs instantly gushing out!

They didn't even have time to scream, the terror on their faces freezing forever as their broken bodies fell limply to the ground, blood quickly staining the earth red.

Demonic Path Cultivators are decisive in killing and view human life as mere grass!

Yao Delong felt a chill run down his spine as he watched.

Although this Liu Sha was heavily injured and his aura withered, the exquisite use of spatial power and the unfathomable Dao of the Sword cultivation displayed in that sword strike just now were far beyond the Early Nascent Soul Stage Blood Fiend Demon he had encountered before!

This person's strength was likely top-tier even among the Nascent Soul Stage! Even severely injured, he was definitely not someone he could contend with right now!

"Run!" This thought instantly occupied all of Yao Delong's mind!

He unleashed his Pure Yang Yuan Power without reservation, and the golden crow setting sun in his hand erupted with blinding golden light, the sword humming as a strong spatial fluctuation instantly enveloped him!

"Instantaneous Body Sword Art — One Hundred Miles Without a Trace!"

Swish!

Yao Delong's figure instantly became blurred, and just as he was about to merge into space and escape a hundred miles away!

"Hmph! Still want to run in front of this lady?"

A trace of disdain flashed in Xin Yuelan's blood-red eyes, and a cold sneer curled at the corners of her mouth. She seemed to have expected it, not making a move to stop him, just watching with ease.

However, just as Yao Delong's figure completely disappeared, a flash of light appeared in the murky old eyes of the hunched, linen-clad old man Liu Sha, and his withered palm suddenly grabbed Xin Yuelan's arm.

"Young Miss, this kid is strange! He can teleport a hundred miles in one go! Fortunately, my Divine Sense can still cover over two hundred miles..."

His hoarse voice carried a hint of gravity, but before he finished speaking, his expression changed slightly.

"Hmm? He moved again!"

Liu Sha's brows locked tightly, clearly sensing that Yao Delong had activated the Instantaneous Body Sword Art again a hundred miles away, his position changing instantly.

"Chase!" Interest grew in Xin Yuelan's blood-red eyes as she urged.

Liu Sha said no more, his body surging with Devilish Qi, wrapping around Xin Yuelan and turning into a black stream of light with astonishing speed.

Tearing through the air, they chased rapidly in the direction where Yao Delong had last disappeared. His withered face wore a focused expression, and his powerful Late Nascent Soul Stage Divine Sense was like an invisible giant net, spreading across the sky and earth, firmly locking onto that aura that kept jumping through space like a slippery loach.