Even though Xiang Shaoyun had not committed murder, news that he was a devil still spread throughout the city at a rapid pace. Soon, one devil exterminating group after another was formed with Xiang Shaoyun as their target. The numerous organizations in the city also sent out their people to take part in the hunt. All of them wanted to be the one to kill Xiang Shaoyun and obtain everything he had.
In addition, they also coveted the fame they could gain by killing him. After all, he was someone who had killed even Great Saints. Killing him was basically the same as killing a Great Saint. Anyone who succeeded would instantly be known all over the world—a temptation too much for the masses to refuse.
Instead of leaving Icecross City, Xiang Shaoyun continued strolling along its flourishing streets. His tall and straight body was slender and aloof. With his head raised high, he muttered, “Let’s see just how many people in this city wish to be a devil.”
Immediately after he said that, an arrow shot toward him from a certain direction. The arrow left a red trail behind it, as though it was a meteor traveling through space. It instantly arrived behind Xiang Shaoyun.
The attacker was clearly a coward who only dared to attack from behind. As though he had a pair of eyes on the back of his head, Xiang Shaoyun slightly moved aside and avoided the arrow. But the moment he moved, two other arrows shot out. Those two were the actual attacks, and they sealed his other escape paths to ensure he would be hit.
Before everyone’s eyes, the two arrows were incredibly fast. Even a peak Sovereign would have a hard time dodging them. But in Xiang Shaoyun’s senses, the two arrows were as slow as a snail. Without even sparing the two arrows a glance, Xiang Shaoyun caught them and tossed them back where they came from.
The arrows moved even faster than before. Before the attacker could even react, each of his shoulders was struck by an arrow. After letting out a muffled groan, the archer hurriedly retreated. Xiang Shaoyun did not look at the archer, nor did he give chase. He wanted to use his actions to prove that he was not a devil. He wanted to continue living in the dominion.
He was a human.
Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t commit murder. It was time to test his patience. In his past two lifetimes, he was someone who had never hesitated to kill. Thus, not killing was in itself an extreme test of his will.
Immediately after the archer retreated, a massive net dropped down from the sky. The net covered a large distance, with Xiang Shaoyun being the only person within its range. All around Xiang Shaoyun, powerful auras locked onto him, and several attacks came from different directions, surrounding him and leaving no room for escape.
Among these attacks were swords, sabers, spears, and so on. Each attack was at the level of a Sovereign. This encirclement could kill any Sovereign. Nobody could hope to escape these attacks in a situation where there was also a large net dropping from above.
However, Xiang Shaoyun remained unaffected. To him, the auras locked onto him were as weak as paper. Using the Overlord’s Nine Nether Steps, he danced amid the rain of attacks and moved in between their gaps. Not one of the attacks struck him.
“Don’t force my hand. I do not wish to kill,” warned Xiang Shaoyun.
“Devil, accept your death!” someone shouted and swung a massive saber at him, manifesting in the sky a gigantic ice saber suffused with thick saber intent.
The saber wielder was an eighth-stage Sovereign with the combat strength equivalent to a ninth-stage Sovereign. He was most certainly an expert who had previously maintained a low profile.
Looking at the incoming saber, Xiang Shaoyun had a calm expression and muttered, “The tree wishes to be still, the wind forbids.”
Uppercut!
An ordinary uppercut not powered by any energy was thrown out. With pure physical force, the punch collided with the ice saber. All the onlookers thought the collision would cripple Xiang Shaoyun’s arm. In fact, they were confident that his entire person would be cut into two.
Boom!
The boundlessly powerful fist smashed the ice saber into pieces, and a powerful countershock burst out, tearing the saber wielder’s palm and blasting his saber out of his hand. With a stomp of his foot, Xiang Shaoyun dashed forward and slammed into the saber wielder’s chest.
Even when the saber wielder protected his chest with both arms, it was pointless, as Xiang Shaoyun was too strong. He was sent flying far away, and he slammed into a random building, his body heavily injured.
As Xiang Shaoyun attacked, the other observers were no longer content with staying as observers. Three other daring challengers charged him with their weapons in hand. Each of them wanted to be the devil slayer who exterminated Xiang Shaoyun. With pseudo-saint weapons in hand, they unleashed their trump cards upon Xiang Shaoyun.
One of them wielded a sword. With a swing of his sword, a torrential river wide enough to cover the sky rushed forth.
One of them wielded a spear. As he stabbed his spear forth, countless stars shot forth. The stars were everywhere, akin to a rain that nobody could guard against.
One of them wielded dual sabers. With his sabers crossed, he cut at Xiang Shaoyun’s waist as if holding a pair of scissors. His attack was dreadful and ferocious, like a barbaric dragon preying on its victim.
As the three Sovereigns attacked, three soul foundations emerged and suppressed Xiang Shaoyun. Not even a peak Sovereign could survive such a situation.
“Since you are aware that I can kill Saints, why do you still think you can kill me with the little strength you have? Ridiculous,” said Xiang Shaoyun as he danced amid the rain of attacks and threw out three punches.
The three punches were as ordinary as ever yet carried a boundless strength behind them, sending all three cultivators flying away while coughing blood.
None of the three was an ordinary cultivator. Each could dominate an entire territory. However, Xiang Shaoyun had easily defeated them without even utilizing any energy. It was now clear that nobody below the Saint Realm could be his match.
The surrounding people also realized that fact. Nobody dared to step forth anymore. After defeating the three opponents, Xiang Shaoyun landed softly on the ground. His feat of defeating all his opponents without even breaking a sweat greatly intimidated the people around him.
At this time, a large group of people appeared at the end of the street. The leader was a middle-aged man with a crown on his head. With a fox fur overcoat draped over his shoulders and a mutated frostwolf below him, he looked incredibly imposing.
This person was Leng Yuelou, Icecross City’s governor. A peak pseudo-Saint, he was the city’s tyrant. Behind him were 18 top-tier Sovereigns. All of them were considered the trump cards of Icecross City. With all of them appearing together, one could see just how much importance they attached to Xiang Shaoyun.
When Leng Yuelou saw how young Xiang Shaoyun looked, he sighed, “What a good body. It’s a pity that it belongs to a devil now.”
Xiang Shaoyun met Leng Yuelou’s gaze and saw a piercing light in Leng Yuelou’s eyes. This person was obviously trying to intimidate him with a piercing gaze. With one look, Xiang Shaoyun could see that the man was a pseudo-Saint with a combat strength surpassing even a Saint’s. This governor was not to be underestimated.
“I have devil blood in me, but I’m no devil,” declared Xiang Shaoyun confidently.
