207: The Great Demon Makes a Move
The heart of the Taihang Mountains.
Sword Qi whistled, and killing intent filled the fields.
The longsword in Song Qingwu's hand was named Frost Chill, a rare High Grade Magical Artifact.
Now, driven by his Peak Fifth Rank cultivation, the blade trembled slightly, transforming into thousands of silver-white sword threads that wove into an airtight net, enveloping the White Lotus Saintess Su Qingqian within.
"Demoness, die!"
Song Qingwu's gaze was cold; he pressed down sharply with two fingers held like a sword.
The sword threads filling the sky suddenly contracted, and the sound of tearing silk erupted in the air.
Although Su Qingqian's movement technique was eerie and unpredictable, drifting like willow catkins in the wind, she was ultimately half a beat too slow under this fierce Sword Intent that covered almost every inch of space.
Chiss!
A faint strand of Sword Qi grazed her cheek, drawing a bead of crimson blood.
On that flawless and beautiful face that had bewitched the Divine Souls of countless men, a glaring bloodstain suddenly appeared.
"Ouch! My little sweetheart!"
Nearby, the monk Guang Liang winced, his face contorted in pain as if the sword had struck him instead.
"Such delicate skin—if her face is ruined, that seductive charm of hers will be greatly diminished! Song Qingwu, you unromantic blockhead!"
"Noisy!"
Song Qingwu gave a cold snort, not even sparing Guang Liang a glance.
With a slight twist of his wrist, a remnant of Sword Qi stabbed fiercely toward Guang Liang's chest.
This strike came extremely fast and from a tricky angle; Guang Liang's expression shifted slightly, and he could only clumsily raise his demon subduing pestle to block.
Clang!
Sparks flew, and Guang Liang's fat trembled violently as he was sent flying hundreds of feet back, only then managing to dissipate the sharp sword force.
Just as this three-way chaotic battle reached a stalemate.
Boom!
Atop a distant high cliff, the Demonic Qi that had been gathering for a long time finally erupted completely.
The battle was too intense; sword light was already approaching the foot of the Taihang Mountains.
If they didn't act now, that group would likely bring the flames of war right down to the Taihang Mountains.
Bronze Bull gave a roar, his massive body leaping off the high cliff as he took the lead in charging toward the distant battlefield.
Red Maiden did the same, followed closely by several Demon Alliance Elders and Deacons.
The sudden, powerful Demonic Qi instantly alerted everyone on the battlefield.
Zhao Ming looked up at the rolling demonic clouds, a hint of surprise and curiosity flashing in his eyes.
"Such strong Demonic Qi, and there are so many of them?"
He thought to himself, has that Taihang Mountain God finally lost his patience and personally led his followers to charge out?
If so, the influence of this mountain god seems to be a few points stronger than the rumors suggested.
Su Qingqian also narrowed her beautiful eyes, a look of inquiry appearing within them.
Only Song Qingwu of the Lishan Sword Sect, facing the surging Demonic Qi that pierced the sky, showed no fear; instead, an extremely disdainful sneer appeared on his face.
"A bunch of furred and horned beasts dare to interfere in the struggles of Human Race Cultivators?"
In Song Qingwu's heart, demons were demons; whether they had taken human form or not, they were all filthy things that should be cut down by his sword.
These wild Great Demons were at most thick-skinned and knew a few crude innate Divine Abilities; how could they compare to a Mountain Sect Disciple who possessed a complete Legacy and god-like swordsmanship?
"Since you've come, I'll kill you all together; it's the perfect chance to take your Demon Cores back to refine my sword!"
Song Qingwu whispered, and the Frost Chill sword in his hand shone with great brilliance.
His primary focus remained locked onto Su Qingqian, vowing to first slay this White Lotus demoness.
However.
"Roar!"
Bronze Bull had already arrived nearby, his powerful body smashing a giant rock to pieces. demonic power surged through him like a river as the giant axe in his hand swept out, bringing with it a gust of vicious wind.
This axe strike wasn't some sophisticated Move; it was a pure manifestation of extreme strength and speed!
Several Prince Ning's guards and White Lotus Sect members blocking the way didn't even have time to scream before they were cut in half at the waist by this axe, flesh and blood flying everywhere.