68: The powerful demon lord—the scholar

"Because he's confident he can pocket both me and this luminous pearl!"

Chen Xian had just finished speaking.

Applause rang out from a corner of the back garden.

Then, a person slowly walked out from there.

"Splendid!"

"I didn't expect the second generation ancestor, rumored by the outside world to be incompetent and a spendthrift, to actually be such a shrewd man!"

The moment the white-clothed man appeared in the back garden,

Zhao Hu and the others immediately assumed combat stances, each as if facing a formidable foe.

However, the white-clothed man didn't take them to heart.

Instead, he stared straight at Chen Xian.

"Although I don't know how you obtained this information, I must say, what you said wasn't wrong at all."

"The luminous pearl you bid for is actually a soul-forbidding bead, a supreme treasure of demonic cultivation! This treasure naturally restrains all Souls and can Seal them within!"

Hearing him say this, Chen Xian let out a cold sneer.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself when entering someone else's home?"

The white-clothed man didn't get angry upon hearing this; instead, he said with a smile, "Then I shall introduce myself. I am the Demon Lord of the North Continent, named Shusheng! I govern the demonic cultivators of the North Continent, and I am also..."

His gaze fell upon Night Fiend and the others.

"Their former master!"

Night Fiend and the others had grim expressions.

Clearly, they hadn't expected their first formal meeting with the Demon Lord to take place in such a setting.

Seeing how tense they were,

Shusheng said with a smile, "Don't be nervous! Whomever you follow is your own choice! I never care about the choices made by trash!"

Night Fiend grit his teeth and said, "So in your eyes, we've been trash from start to finish?"

"Not exactly. You could be called useless trash!"

Shusheng's gaze landed on Chen Xian.

"Since you know so much, why don't you guess what I'll do next?"

Chen Xian narrowed his eyes, his hand already resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist!

"Next, naturally, it's a fight to the death!"

He had just finished speaking.

Zhao Hu and the nine others quickly rushed toward Shusheng.

Chen Xian had said from the beginning that it was a fight to the death between them and the Demon Lord. Either they would be completely wiped out, or they would achieve a total victory!

Naturally, they wanted the latter!

So, seizing the initiative was very important.

Especially for Zhao Hu, Yang Han, and the others, who hailed from the Divine Strategy Army and were born battle maniacs.

If they could kill a Demon Lord at the Nascent Soul Stage,

it would be a greater glory than any other!

Seeing the ten people rushing at him almost simultaneously, Shusheng said disdainfully, "Truly overestimating yourselves."

He took out the folding fan from his waist.

With just a light reach of his hand,

he used the fan's ribs to block Zhao Hu's a type of long chinese saber.

At the same time, he suddenly lowered his head, and the sword in Yang Han's hand also missed him.

But in the next second, a crack began to appear on the ground.

Night Fiend lunged out from underground,

aiming straight for Shusheng's abdomen!

"Tsk! No sense of honor at all!"

The Protective Aura on Shusheng's body suddenly released!

In an instant,

the attacks of the ten people vanished into nothingness.

Not only that, but all ten were sent flying backward.

The entire process didn't even take ten seconds.

Chen Xian looked at Shusheng with a heavy expression.

Ten people, ten seconds.

They hadn't even touched the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Shusheng let out a yawn.

"To be honest, your strength is no different from ordinary people to me."

He took a step forward.

In an instant,

his figure appeared in front of Chen Xian.

The speed was so fast that Chen Xian didn't even have time to react.

Gah!

Chen Xian only felt a heavy blow to his abdomen.

He staggered back several steps.

But just as he was about to kneel, Shusheng grabbed him by the collar.

Shusheng sneered sinisterly, "If you had stayed in the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, you might have actually been safe. Chen Xian, you are indeed different from the rumors, but there is one thing the outsiders got right: you are too arrogant!"

He triumphantly reached out his right hand and took the luminous pearl from Chen Xian's hand.

"Now, obediently become the vessel for the Moon Demon!"

Chen Xian let out a cold laugh at this moment.

"It's not over yet!"

"Hmm?"

The next second,

Chen Xian gave a sharp shout.

The luminous pearl in Shusheng's hand instantly burst apart.

Countless sword rains frantically stabbed toward Shusheng!

At the same time,

Night Fiend snatched Chen Xian away from the scene.

A few seconds later,

Chen Xian was panting heavily.

He looked at the blood-covered man standing not far away.

"This... I'm afraid it still won't be enough to kill him!"

Night Fiend whispered beside Chen Xian.

Chen Xian sneered.

"Naturally, the opponent is at the Nascent Soul Stage! They aren't that easy to deal with!"

"Instead of talking here, we should take advantage of his weakness to take his life!"

Zhao Hu led three men from the Divine Strategy Army.

Together, they rushed toward Shusheng.

The other demonic cultivators formed hand Seals simultaneously.

But in the next second,

all four of them were sent flying back.

Shusheng was covered in blood.

The calm expression on his face gradually became hideous.

"Damned little small fry!"

"You've dirtied my clothes!"

He took out a white handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from his face.

"Did you think you could kill me with a sword pellet by making me let down my guard? Do you know what the consequences of this are?"

"This will only make your deaths even more miserable!"

Chen Xian looked at Shusheng's angry and hideous appearance.

He immediately sneered and said, "Though you appear perfectly calm, you're actually panicking inside, aren't you?"

"You can awaken the Moon Demon, but without that soul-forbidding bead, you won't be able to control it either, right?"

"In that case, for you or the other demonic cultivators, you'd just be finding yourselves a master! Isn't that so?"

The more Chen Xian spoke,

the worse Shusheng's expression became.

"I'm right, aren't I? The Moon Demon is a double-edged sword for you! Shusheng, without the soul-forbidding bead, you're nothing..."

Before Chen Xian could finish his sentence,

Shusheng grabbed him by the throat.

His hands struggled incessantly,

but it was to no avail.

Seeing this, Zhao Hu, Night Fiend, and the others

scrambled up from the ground and rushed toward Shusheng.

"Let him go!"

Before the ten people could even get close,

they were once again blown away by a burst of Protective Aura.

Shusheng sneered and said, "These few people you found might be able to deal with those half-baked Cultivators. But before us Demon Lords, they are no different from flies!"

"Oh, if your father were still here, I might not have acted. Unfortunately, he's dead, and you will eventually become a Puppet for us demonic cultivators!"

Chen Xian struggled, barely catching his breath.

He said with difficulty, "I can understand that my body is very suitable for the Moon Demon, and the reason you didn't come for me before was because of my father, the Marquis of Jubei?"

Shusheng sneered.

"Clever! But not entirely correct!"

"The Ancient Moon Demon is the supreme deity of us demonic cultivators! Its remnant soul can only be awakened once every twenty years!"