Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
From a distance, the Demon Lord saw the devilry cultivator was stabbed to death by the man in azure. His pupils constricted and shock flashed in his eyes.
That devilry cultivator was one of the ten great devils under his command, so he was well aware of the man’s strength. Initially, he thought that a single stroke of the devilry cultivator’s sword would kill the man in azure, but, to his surprise, it was the devilry cultivator who died.
He recalled Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu at that moment since this man was so young yet he was able to slay a formidable devilry cultivator under his command with a single sword strike. It’s just that, what level of strength did Ghost Doctor Feng Jiu possess? How did she manage to kill one of his ten great devils in one move?
He suppressed his shock and signalled the devilry cultivators behind him to attack the Nebula Immortal Sect. Simultaneously, he swept over and appeared in front of Feng Jiu in an instant.
The black robed man stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His blood-red eyes narrowed as he stared at the floating figure in azure. He inquired in a gloomy tone, “Are you Feng Jiu?”
With a wary look, he stared fixedly at Feng Jiu. What was going through his mind was a mystery.
Feng Jiu stood with Blue Edge Sword pointed to the ground, her aura restrained and her real cultivation strength concealed. Even so, the airflow surging on her body made people wary of prying.
She did not respond to the Demon Lord’s inquiry but simply stared at him. Aside from his blood-red eyes, seeing him up close revealed the face that had always been hidden beneath the mask.
It was the face of a man in his thirties or forties. His looks weren’t particularly outstanding but it had a sinister quality to it. His blood-red eyes, in particular, made people feel in danger.
She swept over like lightning with Blue Edge in her hand. The fierce killing intent burst forth from the sword. The Demon Lord was unafraid. On the contrary, he smiled as he looked with interest at Feng Jiu.
“Do you want to kill me?”
As soon as he said these words, his hand was raised and an airflow gushed out of it, blocking the Blue Edge Sword. The sword, together with its sword intent, came to a halt in mid-air and could not approach him.
“Can you kill me?”
With these words, the Demon Lord closed his palm and the airflow wrapped itself around the Blue Edge Sword, pulling it forcefully. Blue Edge flew over after being wrested from Feng Jiu’s hand.
“Whoosh!”
“Hiss, aah!”
A piercing sound punctuated the air as Blue Edge flew over. The blade, however, swung around and stabbed a devilry cultivator who had no way to defend himself. With a hand covering his wound, his lips moved but no words came out. From mid-air, he plummeted down to the ground.
The Demon Lord didn’t seem to care. It was as if the devilry cultivator’s life and death were not important in his eyes. At the time, all he could see was Feng Jiu. His blood-red eyes kindled with fascination at the prey.
Perhaps it was because no one had ever dared to look him in the eye. He’d never seen anyone so unafraid of him as she was. He felt enamoured with her and desired to keep her captive in his cage for his amusement.
Compared to his interest, Feng Jiu furrowed her brows. With a thought, Blue Edge returned to her.. But, she simply held it in her hand and did not attack rashly again.
