62: They must be killed!

In the Void Realm, the Divine Sense of dozens of great experts intertwined and trembled.

That Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal, who hates devils with a passion, seems to know the Burial Heaven Demon Lord?

And it looks like their relationship is not ordinary at all!

Di Yan's delicate body trembled, her head hung low, and no one could see the expression on her face.

Su Quan extended two fingers and gently pushed away the sword blade pressed against his throat. A hint of excitement leaked through his calm tone: "Xiao Yan, it has been sixty years. Revered Master has almost forgotten what you look like. Quickly take off your veil and let Revered Master take a good look!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the group of great experts hiding in the shadows were almost shocked into revealing themselves.

They simply could not believe their ears!

These two legendary peak powerhouses of the Five Elements Realm were actually Revered Master and Disciple?

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe such news if it spread?

The sword light was bleak and beautiful as it returned to its sheath.

Di Yan was silent for a moment. She took a deep breath, then reached out with trembling hands and took off the veil covering her face.

The young girl's pretty face was exquisite, causing the world to lose its color.

Her slender willow eyebrows reached into her temples, her purple eyes were intoxicating like autumn water, her nose was delicate, and her pink, alluring lips all perfectly defined what it meant to be a peerless beauty in the Mortal world.

Even when standing before Su Quan, who was known as the most handsome man in the world, she was in no way inferior.

"Xiao Yan..."

Su Quan's eyes were complex. As soon as he spoke, the young girl's psychological defenses completely collapsed. The coldness and sharpness between her brows vanished, replaced by endless longing and tenderness.

"Revered Master, Xiao Yan has missed you so much!"

Di Yan let out a soft cry and threw herself into the youth's arms in front of the whole world.

Only she knew how agonizing the days spent training alone outside had been all these years.

Every deep night, she would toss and turn, scenes of being happy by Revered Master's side appearing in her mind. Every time she dreamt, the youth's heroic yet kind face would appear.

After waking from the dream, it would dissipate, leaving her alone, stunned in place, feeling lost and forlorn.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Zhang Bufan, who had been appearing by her side inadvertently during this time, had the opportunity to leave a faint shadow in her heart.

"Silly girl, how old are you now, still crying in Revered Master's arms? As the dignified Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal, wouldn't you be a laughingstock if the world saw this!" Su Quan said with a smile.

One hand wrapped around the young girl's slender, supple waist, while the other gently stroked her soft hair; he greatly enjoyed this moment of masterly kindness and filial piety.

"No matter how old or how powerful I become, I will always be Revered Master's Xiao Yan!"

Di Yan breathed in the scent from her Revered Master, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness as she nuzzled into the youth's arms like a naughty kitten.

At this moment, the Heart Demon seed hidden deep in her mind dared not reveal the slightest aura.

"However, my good Xiao Yan, you just drew your sword on Revered Master!" Su Quan's tone was enigmatic.

This sentence jolted Di Yan awake.

She suddenly raised her head, her pretty face tear-streaked, and said softly: "Revered Master, let's go back to Yanquan Mountain. Please, stop killing people indiscriminately, okay..."

Before she could finish, she was coldly interrupted by Su Quan.

"No, the people here... must die!"

The youth's heartless words made Di Yan's pupils shrink.

The joy and excitement of their long-awaited reunion were instantly washed away. The young girl pulled away from his embrace, her eyes trembling as she looked at her Revered Master, feeling that he was so strange and unable to align with the figure in her memory.

"Why?" she asked, her pain mixed with confusion.

Su Quan did not answer, but frowned in displeasure and coldly snorted: "Xiao Yan, you are a Devil Cultivator and practice the Heartless Sword Dao. You shouldn't be so soft-hearted. To you and me, mere Mortals are nothing but ants!"

"No, they are not ants!"

Di Yan's emotions suddenly lost control. The Heart Demon seed hidden deep within her Divine Soul released a secret fluctuation, and she shouted excitedly: "Revered Master, you and I also came from Mortals. Although they are weak, they are still lives, representing hope and the future!"

"Enough!"

Su Quan roared, his terrifying demonic might raging. The world fell silent, and no one dared to make a sound.

His pupils bloomed with red light, and the tyranny and coldness radiating from him could freeze anyone.

"Di Yan, I thought that in the sixty years you've been training down the mountain, your state of mind would have improved. I didn't expect you to still be so childish and ridiculous. You have disappointed Revered Master too much!"

"With your state of mind as a Sword Cultivator, you will never reach the Perfection Realm of the Heartless Sword Heart in your entire life. What a waste of your talent!"

Di Yan had never seen her Revered Master as furious as he was today.

Even when she committed a great disaster as a child, she had never seen such a scene.

She stubbornly raised her head, her beautiful eyes holding her own Dao and will, and gritted her teeth: "If the price of practicing the sword is to be as cruel and lawless as you, to slaughter the innocent, then this sword... Xiao Yan is not willing to practice it!"

"How dare you!"

Su Quan's body was like a ghost. Before the young girl could react, a slap was fiercely struck across her face.

This time, he did not hold back.

The young girl was like a torn sack, flying backward powerlessly as fresh blood sprayed from her cherry lips, staining the sky red.

Su Quan stood with his hands behind his back, his cold eyes filled with deep disappointment: "Good, very good. What? Do you think that because you are at the Perfection of the Mahayana Realm, your wings have grown strong, and you dare to challenge your Revered Master?"

Di Yan hung her head, slowly wiping the blood from her cherry lips.

Her pretty face hurt, but it was not even one-ten-thousandth of the pain in her heart.

At this moment, the tall and magnificent image of her Revered Master in her heart seemed to show an irreversible crack.

Su Quan spoke again. He gave a wicked smile and said coldly: "Didn't you want to save these ants? Fine! Today, I will kill them for you to see, and let's see who in this world can save them!"

"No!"

Di Yan suddenly raised her head, her hands clenched into fists, her jade sword trembling slightly, seemingly about to leave its sheath again.

Su Quan's endless demonic might enveloped her, and he sneered: "If you dare to raise a hand against Revered Master today, then Revered Master will act as if I never had a Disciple like you, and I won't mind cleaning up the sect in front of the whole world!"

After speaking, he turned and headed straight down towards the Yanri Kingdom capital without looking back.

The Cultivators living in the Yanri Kingdom capital sensed that death was approaching.

They walked onto the streets one after another, kneeling and kowtowing to Di Yan, treating the young girl as their straw for survival.

"Greatly compassionate Bodhisattva, we beg you to intervene and slay this Devil Head!"

"Wuwuwu, we don't want to die, my daughter hasn't even been born yet!"

"Devil Head, you can kill me, but can you please spare my mother!"

"Lord Sword Cultivator, help us, please, save us!"

"..."

Thousands of chaotic noises flooded into her ears, as if condensing into a terrifying Heart Demon.

Di Yan's eyes were dazed, and she stood frozen in place. She did not move, the youth's heartless words still echoing in her mind.

"I will act as if I never had a Disciple like you!"

This sentence was like a sky-imprisoning shackle, pinning her firmly in place, until Su Quan's Dharma Form hand descended, and the world before her eyes was stained red with blood.

Despair, helplessness, confusion, and pain lingered in her heart.

She wanted to cry.

But as her Heartless Sword Dao approached Major Achievement, she had long since lost the ability to shed tears...