Chapter 77: Seriously Injured Demon King, Number One Sword Cultivator of True Martial Sect

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Northern Great Yan, in a world of ice and snow.

In a cave, the ice formed cones all over the place. It was terrifying.

At the end of the tunnel, a white-haired man sat on an ice bed. He wore a robe made of beast fur. His face was demonic, and there were four tails that looked like black fur on his back.

He was Demon King Dian Su in his human form.

Boom—

The demon king suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. It splattered on the ice on the ground, burning until it melted the ice and mist rose.

There were many pits in front of the ice bed. They were all the blood he had spat out.

He kept vomiting blood!

Dian Su was furious and terrified.

What’s going on!

Five hours ago, he had started vomiting blood, all the way until now. Now, he was actually spitting out blood essence!

How could that be?

What frightened him the most was that he could not cultivate. Once he absorbed Qi, the demonic power in his body would decrease instead of increase.

“Why is this happening…”

Dian Su was uneasy. In his ten thousand years of life, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

He suddenly recalled some ancient legends. Could it be that one of those cultivators had ascended and was currently watching him from the higher realms?

He had just announced two years ago that he would raise the humans as livestock when such a terrible thing happened to him.

As he thought, a mouthful of blood surged up his throat. Demon King Dian Su couldn’t help but vomit another mouthful of blood.

He was going crazy!

At this rate, he would vomit to death.

In the years that he had just revived, he had been cultivating and trying to recover his cultivation. However, in just a few hours, his cultivation had regressed and his injuries had worsened. He was in a worse state than when he had just awakened.

Dian Su thought that he must have offended the immortals in the sky. He couldn’t be suffering for no reason.

There was no mistake in his cultivation. As for the inner demon, it had been removed by him three hundred years ago. Now, it seemed that a new inner demon was about to appear.

Time continued to pass amidst his panic and despair.

Another two hours passed.

Dian Su finally stopped vomiting blood. He could cultivate again, but this experience had become his nightmare.

There was definitely someone watching him somewhere!

…

Cultivate Diligently Become Immortal Mountain.

[Your good friend Demon King Dian Su is cursed. He is severely injured and his cultivation has decreased.]

When Han Jue saw this email, he couldn’t help but smile. He was very happy.

He had just finished cursing him the day before and now he saw the email.

The effect of using the Book of Misfortune at full force was domineering!

Han Jue was relieved now.

He decided to curse Demon King Dian Su once every three years, and cause him to be severely injured each time!

Han Jue continued to cultivate. His target was the eighth level of the Void Amalgamation Realm.

As the Fusang Tree continued to grow, the nearest Connate Cave Abode benefited the most. The Spirit Qi began to increase.

…

Spring passed and autumn came.

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed like the passing of a white horse.

Han Jue finally broke through to the eighth level of the Void Amalgamation Realm.

After consolidating his cultivation, Han Jue walked out of the cave abode. He first checked the Fusang Tree’s health, then found the Black Hell Chicken and taught it a spell.

The Black Hell Chicken was transforming continuously towards the Black Hell Phoenix. Its cultivation level was also increasing continuously. It was now comparable to a Nascent Soul realm cultivator.

The cultivation realm of demons was different from that of humans, but mainly because of the difference in the Nascent Soul Realm. The cultivation realms after were still the same. Demons did not have a Nascent Soul, but they could cultivate their Demon Cores and Essence Soul.

Han Jue did not wish for the Chaotic Heavenly Dog to come back and beat up the Black Hell Chicken after wandering outside for so long. If that happened, its Dao heart would be damaged.

Cultivation is not as good as fighting for opportunities?

Impossible!

That was only for mortals!

After teaching the Black Hell Chicken, Han Jue found Xing Hongxuan at the back of the mountain. Xing Hongxuan was in seclusion and didn’t go out to have fun.

Han Jue decided to teach her some spells and increase her life-preservation means.

Xing Hongxuan was pleasantly surprised when she heard this. The gentleness in her eyes almost overflowed.

After teaching for more than ten days, Han Jue was about to return to his cave abode when he suddenly caught two auras approaching the Cultivate Diligently Become Immortal Mountain.

One of them was Huang Jihao.

Through his interpersonal relationships, Han Jue learned that Huang Jihao had changed his allegiance to the True Martial Sect of the West Abyss State.

The other person had a high cultivation level and was probably an expert from the True Martial Sect.

Han Jue immediately tested the strongest person around the Jade Pure Sect.

[Shangguan Qiujian: Ninth level of the Void Amalgamation Realm, Sword Elder of the True Martial Sect]

Ninth level of the Void Amalgamation Realm?

Han Jue closed his eyes and started the simulation trial.

A few seconds later, he found a way to kill Shangguan Qiujian.

He immediately vanished.

At the same time, Huang Jihao brought a blue-robed man to the Cultivate Diligently Become Immortal Mountain. They were less than three kilometers away.

Looking at the majestic immortal mountain in the distance, Shangguan Qiujian smiled and said, “Is there really a sword expert here? I don’t sense any particularly strong sword intent.”

Huang Jihao was about to speak when he saw Han Jue flying over slowly.

He hurriedly bowed and cupped his fists and said in a trembling voice, “Huang Jihao greets Senior!”

Senior?

Shangguan Qiujian frowned. This person did not look strong, only handsome.

Wait!

Like Wei Yuan and Daoist Calm Sky, Shangguan Qiujian quickly sensed that something was amiss.

This fellow was covered in Numinous Treasures!

Even the Sword Elder of the True Martial Sect had never seen such a luxurious cultivator.

Han Jue flew in front of Huang Jihao and asked, “Why have you come to the Jade Pure Sect?”

As long as Huang Jihao said something unfavorable to the Jade Pure Sect, Han Jue would immediately go all out!

He would absolutely not waste time on chatter!

I can’t let a blemish like Daoist Calm Sky appear again!

Huang Jihao respectfully said, “Senior, we’re here to spar with you. The person behind me is the number one sword cultivator of the True Martial Sect in the West Abyss State. He wants to spar with you. Don’t worry, it’s just a friendly spar. It won’t affect the Jade Pure Sect or its relationship with the True Martial Sect. We’ll stop before any harm is caused.”

Spar?

Han Jue looked at Shangguan Qiujian with a strange expression.

How dare he!

Shangguan Qiujian thought that he was frightened by his reputation and chuckled. “Don’t worry, fellow Daoist. I won’t harm your life or cultivation.”

Han Jue sighed and said, “I’m very afraid of trouble.”

Shangguan Qiujian frowned. Is this guy scared?

“How about this, I’ll attack once. If you can take it, it’ll be my loss!” Han Jue waved his hand.

Huang Jihao’s eyelids twitched.

He couldn’t help but recall his nightmare.

Shangguan Qiujian said, “Alright!”

He could already tell that although Han Jue had many Numinous Treasures, he was obviously shameful about it. In that case, it was better to end it earlier.

Just as he finished speaking, Han Jue suddenly took out the Primordial Judgment Sword and slashed at Shangguan Qiujian.

Han Jue appeared in front of the other party as if he had teleported and immediately used the Heavenly Punishment Ghost Deity Sword.

The Six Paths spirit energy at the eighth level of the Void Amalgamation Realm erupted like a flood. All of it poured into the Primordial Judgment Sword, and black sword Qi swept through the sky, seemingly causing time to stop.

Shangguan Qiujian’s eyes widened. His hand touched the sword at his waist.

Oh no!

Too fast!

It’s too late!

The terrifying sword Qi sealed Shangguan Qiujian, making him feel like he had fallen into the netherworld. His soul trembled.

How many years had it been!

Shangguan Qiujian actually smelled death again!

Most importantly, he didn’t even have a chance to resist.

Boom!

The forest behind him was swept up by the sword Qi like a violent storm.

Shangguan Qiujian thought that he was dead, but in fact, he was not.

The Primordial Judgment Sword hung over his forehead. Shangguan Qiujian could see his face filled with despair through the reflection of the sword, and beads of cold sweat quickly formed on his forehead.

Han Jue held his sword with one hand as his golden robe fluttered. The Earth Emperor’s Soul Ward on his Frost Lord’s Glazed Crown swayed like flames.

His cold expression made Shangguan Qiujian think of a sword immortal who had reached the apex of the Sword Dao.

“You can’t seem to take it,” Han Jue said softly.

Thump.

Shangguan Qiujian’s legs went soft. Feeling the immense pressure from escaping death, his legs were unable to take it and he knelt on the ground.

This cultivator at the ninth level of the Void Amalgamation Realm collapsed to the ground in fear of Han Jue’s sword. Beside him, Huang Jihao did not reveal any shock. Instead, he smiled bitterly.