“Wind!”
A sword streaked through the air, creating a gale and coloring the entire lane a bloody crimson. As Blood Fiend and Black Dragon wafted through the air, all seven of them could feel the Devil showing up, turning the earth and the sky a sanguine red in seconds!
“Wha… What the hell is this…?”
Their hearts thumped erratically as they trembled without control.
*Shiiing*
The Blood Sword was unleashed! Chen Xiaobei went into his ultra-focus mode and channeled Dragon Force into the Chaos Sword Essence, and quickly became one with it.
His expression – devoid of emotion – was suddenly reminiscent of the deity of flying swords; he stared at everyone else as if they were puny humans standing in front of the king of this world.
“Wind!”
The sword streaked towards its enemies on Chen Xiaobei’s command.
“I have a sword capable of annihilating all humanity!”
Indeed, the sword appeared unstoppable as it sliced through the Dark Child and Evil Witch mercilessly! Time stood still as both of them stopped moving and stood fixed on the ground like statues.
*Thud*
After a few heartbeats, both of their heads dropped to the ground with their eyes still wide open.
“God… What the hell just happened?”
The others were left staring. They though he was a dead man walking, but Chen Xiaobei turned the tables and decapitated two of their opponents instead.
Inside, they could feel their hearts surging – especially Bai Libin and Lin Yufei! Both felt like idiots for mocking him earlier.
“A magical item?! Where did you get your hands on that sword?!” The old man in grey screamed; his confident, kingly aura was quickly replaced by fear from the unwelcome surprise.
There was no way he would let his guard down against him now, and he quickly directed the Three Faced Evil Spirit to attack Chen Xiaobei. He knew that he could not simply let such a clear and present threat roam freely around him.
“Mr. Chen, be careful! That mutated evil spirit is very powerful – its cold aura can freeze Qi veins and stop our Qi flow! Don’t let it get too close!” Wu Tianhe quickly cautioned Chen Xiaobei.
It was clear that the arrogant special inspector had quickly decided that Chen Xiaobei was no longer a rival but their very last hope of survival – and all it took was a single stroke of the latter’s sword. Thoroughly impressed, the older man had even started addressing him respectfully as Mr. Chen
Luo Puti thought the same. She knew for certain that it was impossible for her and the rest of the Six Doors Organization officers to defeat the old man. Right now, all they could do was pin their hopes on Chen Xiaobei alone.
*Roooar!!*
The Three Faces Evil Spirit thundered towards Chen Xiaobei, and everyone turned to him once more, their hearts racing. Could he really defeat that supernatural monster when an elite like Wu Tianhe was completely bested?
“Pure Yang Talisman Sword!” Chen Xiaobei shouted. It was a different blade, but he already had it primed and ready quite some time ago.
Running his fingers over it, he ordered: “Slash!”
*Shing*
That wooden sword that looked almost like a toy transformed into a metal blade shrouded with Seven Colors Flame, as if a phoenix reborn from its ashes. All the Yin Qi was extinguished by the Flame.
*Wuuuu!!*
The Three Faces Evil Spirit screamed in agony. Like a mouse that met a cat, it tried to escape from Chen Xiaobei. However, there was no evil spirit in the world could hide from the Pure Yang Talisman Sword!
“Wind!”
The sword charged towards the evil spirit at lightning speed and stabbed it at its heart.
“Ouch… Ouch…” The powerful Seven-Stars Evil Spirit started to melt like ice, screaming painfully as it did before vanishing entirely.
The light from the sword soon disappeared after the evil spirit; its holy and divine Qi had already purified the air. There were no traces of Yin Qi in the air anymore.
“Oh my God!” The grey-robed old man fell. Horrified by the sword that Chen Xiaobei had used, both his legs shook uncontrollably and he started to scream hysterically. “Jade… Jade Void Holy Taiji Sword!”
Then, as if Chen Xiaobei had somehow turned to a deity, the elderly man who was supposed to have twenty-thousand combat power dropped to his knees and started to hit his head on the ground. “Mercy! My Lord! Mercy! My Lord! I shouldn’t have fought you! I should be punished! I should be punished!”
The Six Doors Organization Officers watched in amazement; they could not defeat the old man even if they worked together. And yet here he was, kneeling down in front of Chen Xiaobei and begging for forgiveness like a dog.
It felt like a dream.
Finally, Chen Xiaobei spoke.
“Are you fine with me killing your followers?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” The old man nodded rapidly.
“Are you fine with me killing your evil spirit?” Chen Xiaobei asked coldly.
“Yes… I’m definitely fine with that…” The old man replied.
“I’m going to confiscate your magical item. Are you fine with that?” Chen Xiaobei said, holding out his palm.
“I’m fine with that…This is my Soul Jar… Please take it…” The old man gulped and quickly handed the pot over.
“I want you to destroy your own cultivation! Are you fine with that?” Chen Xiaobei asked calmly.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you, my Lord, for not killing me! Thank you so much…” Knowing that he had no way out, the old man channeled his True Qi and destroyed his Dantian.
“Well, at least you’re not stupid. Get lost!” Chen Xiaobei waved him off as if sweeping away an ant.
“Yes… Yes… Yes…” The old man was afraid of escaping too quickly. Still on his knees, he crawled backwards while coughing blood, before finally getting up and flee when he reached a dark corner.
“Xiaobei! Don’t let him go!” Luo Puti exclaimed. “He almost killed us!”
“Doesn’t matter,” Chen Xiaobei shrugged. “I’m his God now. From today onwards, he will become my devoted disciple!”
Those words were simple, but it made everyone respect him even more.
