“…”
A thousand meters away, the white fox who was left coughing blood from the bunch turned into an old man again and hacked furiously. “You are too much, Jiang He!
“Too much?”
Jiang He could not hold back from laughing. “Dear brother, you’re a fox, a daemon—what is too much about this? Moreover, I did what you told me and did not stoop to that little daemon’s level. What more do you want from me?”
“You…”
Blargh!
The Elder Fox coughed out another mouthful of blood from sheer frustration!
Was Jiang He not being too shameless?!
How could you say something like that?!
On the other hand, Jiang He was sneering inwardly.
Did I attack the Scarlet Fox Emperor?
No, I did not!
I was simply punching you, but you were too weak to catch the blow. So, what could I do when the power from blow dispersed and knocked the Scarlet Fox Emperor to death?
If you had been over ten times stronger, caught the blow, and nullified my punch, would the Scarlet Fox Emperor have died?
That was when several figures stepped out of thin air just ahead of them.
There was a total of seven of them.
Two of them were Mahayana, while the other five were all Sufferance—two being eight-retributions and three being seven-retributions. While they all appeared in human form, they would still retain some fox characteristics: one old seven-retribution vixen had woolly fox ears, while another eight-retribution appeared to be a middle-aged man with a fox nose.
Nonetheless, Daemonic Qi was wafting out of their bodies as each of them stared at Jiang He warily, with the old vixen speaking then, “Jiang He, why have you come to the Holy Ground of the Foxes?”
“Dear brothers and sisters.”
Jiang He held fist to palm as he smiled, “I came uninvited to borrow something from you foxes… but such wariness is unnecessary, isn’t it? Though all of you are foxes and therefore daemons, I’m not belittling daemon cultivators as well, let alone wiping out the Foxes of Mount Changbai at the drop of a hat.”
“How dare you?”
The old vixen barked, her aura overflowing as she gave a fearsome glare.
Jiang He frowned at the old vixen and said unhappily, “Could you have misheard me, old vixen?”
“I said I wouldn’t want to wipe out the Foxes of Mount Changbai… or do you want me to go on a killing spree?”
The old vixen sneered, and it transformed instantly into a thousand-feet long old fox. Gaping its maw, it breathed out a daemonic weapon and invoked its Daemonic Pellet, then spoke in human tongue, “Jiang He, we, the Foxes of Mount Changbai do not wish to cross paths with you. Leave.”
She was already chasing him off.
Moreover, it was not just the vixen—the auras of the other Daemon Foxes were bursting as they attempted to intimidate Jiang He and forced him to back off.
One must say that the overall number of eminences was more than what elites the Penglai Sect had. Moreover, the eight-retribution Daemon Fox which Jiang He’s sword had injured did not even show up yet, which means that this was not the full power of the Foxes of Mount Changbai.
One Mahayana Daemon Fox moved a step forward then and said, “We foxes have never had any quarrels with the world, nor would we want to deal with any person or function while Chaos looms. Do forgive us for being unable to show you our hospitality, Brother Jiang He.”
Though its words were reasonable, would Jiang He hear a word of it?
Daddy here has come from so far away and has ended up getting chased away when I did not even get to see where the mountain archway to your Holy Grounds are?
Would I be left with any dignity if word of this gets out?
And what if the other immortal sects, demonic sects, and ancient daemon cultivators act like the Foxes of Mount Changbai?
Jiang He was willing to bargain with human immortal sects a little further… but not daemon cultivators. Moreover, ‘no quarrel with the world’? That Scarlet Fox Emperor had killed several hundred thousand humans, and yet your kind has offered it refuge—you call that no quarrel?
Quietly invoking his Mosquito Cutter, while letting loose a burst of his mystic energies, qi, and aura in that instant, Jiang He laughed. “Mount Changbai is the territory of the Hua Nation, and I, as a citizen, was simply placing by. What, do I have to suffer being chased away by other people… no, I mean vermin?”
“Jiang He!”
The old vixen barked in fury while the others followed suit, yelling, “Do you think the foxes are afraid of you, Jiang He!? Back down at once, or don’t blame us for being ruthless!”
Whoosh!
Jiang He swung his sword at the direction of the seven-retribution Daemon Fox, and with a flash of his sword, he appeared directly in front of the beast.
Three Thousand Calamities: White Foal Crosses the Rift.
When Jiang He first created this move, he only set one special aspect to it—swiftness!
Of all the martial skills in the world, the quickest would never be matched.
Jiang He believed that the principle applied to immortal arts or divine skills too.
If my blade stabs out without giving you time to react, how could you stop it?
Indeed, that single swing of his sword had come too quickly.
Even though the Mahayana Daemon Fox had managed to catch the instant when Jiang He attacked and were already moving to stop him… it was already too late.
The head of the seven-retribution Daemon Fox which barked at Jiang He was sent flying with a loud crack.
Likewise, his Yuan Spirit instantly fell apart as the Sword Qi of the Mosquito Cutter raged.
Thud!
And once he died and lost all control, its true form—a gigantic black fox—was revealed, and it dropped to the ground.
Incensed, the auras of the other Daemon Foxes all erupted at that very moment, and daemonic weapon after daemonic weapon were launched towards Jiang He, who simply laughed out loud. He was completely fearless even though he was facing off against a big group alone, even repelling several of those daemonic weapons while he backed off ten kilometers away in a flash. “Foxes of Mount Changbai,” he said icily, “so none of you are giving me any face, are you?’
On the other hand, the Daemon Foxes did not press their attack, though the old vixen cried out hysterically ‘Black Fox King’ as it dived towards the dead Daemon Fox.
It had already reverted to human form and was half-kneeling in front of the corpse of Black Fox King, before turning to cry out shrilly at Jiang He, “What the hell do you want, Jiang He?!”
“We, the Foxes of Mount Changbai, had no quarrel with you! Why would you invade our Holy Grounds, kill our young ones and injure one of our own, even killing the Black Fox King now?”
There was endless rage in our voice.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know what the Green Fox King, a fellow fox of your tribe had done?”
“When my Yuan Qi was wounded in the battle against the Penglai Sect, it was leering at my immortal sword in secret, even baring killing intent towards me… If I didn’t release my sword to threaten the Green Fox King, it would have attacked while I would be instantly surrounded by the other lurking elites. Even so, I don’t wish to argue and merely asked to borrow two things from you foxes, but forget not lending it to me—you beasts actually dared to chase me off?”
Jiang He’s expression darkened then.
That old vixen had quite the sharp tongue.
If those who did not know the truth heard her, they would assume that Jiang He was starting fights without reason.
Taking a deep breath, sage flying swords began to float in the air in front of Jiang He and there were ten of them, including Mosquito Cutter. Each sword exuded razor-sharp Sword Qi, and built up into a Sword Array in almost an instant.
And when the Sword Array took shape, the faces on the many Eminent Foxes fell at once.
The power coming out of the Sword Array actually cut out streaks of inch-long dimensional rifts into the air around itself.
Even though it was just small rifts and some ways away from shattering space…
It was already on par with the power of an immortal.
One of the Mahayana Eminent Foxes promptly shrieked on top of its lungs in panic, “Mercy, Brother Jiang He! We will lend you whatever you want….”
He could feel the Sword Array locking on to his aura.
A most horrific killing intent had actually left its guts shivering.
Once that Sword Array was release, there is no doubting his death…
Snikt.
A crisp sound could be heard then.
The Mahayana Eminent Fox was pierced between the brows by a sword flash, and his gaze turned dead in an instant. After that, his corpse reverted to its true form on its own and dropped out of the air, crashing down on the ground.
On the other hand, Jiang He withdrew the Sword Array of Ten Realms and Infinity, feeling utterly shocked.
What the hell?
An instakill with a single slash?
That was supposed to be a Mahayana cultivator!
Was the Sword Array of Ten Realms and Infinity that awesome? One sword and the target was vanquished in both body and spirit?
His ten million Farm Points were certainly not squandered.
Killing a Mahayana cultivator instantly… well, what reason is there to hold back now?
Standing up on thin air, Jiang He rose further into the skies. Invoking the Sword Array of Ten Realms and Infinity again, he looked down upon the Eminent Foxes and sneered. “Give up the Green Fox King and lend me a cultivation manual for plant, as well as two of your Feral Kings or just one Feral Emperor… or I will flatten the Holy Ground of the Foxes on this very day!”
Uh-huh.
Jiang He felt that no one would refuse when he borrowed things in this manner—guaranteed.
