Chapter 870: There’s Ambiguity

Chapter 870: There’s Ambiguity

The graceful Sword Saint descended from the sky, directly ruining Liu Ping’s plans. Before he could even use his Demon Power, his flying sword shattered everything.

As soon as the Sword Saint arrived, it sent shockwaves through the Refining Demon Sect.

After all, the Sword Saint was renowned among the Refining Demon disciples; he was practically a nightmare figure in the demon world.

In contrast, Lin Nuo didn’t have such a heavy reputation, being younger and all, so these Refining Demon disciples didn’t take him as seriously, harboring a bit of bias against him.

But in reality, Lin Nuo understood the demon arts better than the Sword Saint, naturally having his own strategies. He was rather easy to provoke—just like a cat playing with its prey.

However, that group of demon disciples showed him no respect, which was absurd; a small fry ought to hold the big villain in awe!

But these ignorant fools were destined not to taste more than four dishes in their lifetime.

Once the Sword Saint landed, Liu Ping and his gang gritted their teeth, harboring an intense hatred for him, wishing they could tear him into shreds.

“S-Sword Saint…”

Liu Ping seethed, yet he couldn’t show weakness before the Sword Saint, lest he appear inferior.

“Ha! Sword Saint. Don’t think you can still be like the old days; our Refining Demon Sect is now beyond compare. Even you can’t contend with us.”

Liu Ping quickly regrouped his forces, preparing for battle. Soon, countless dark figures surged forth, invoking fear.

The Sword Saint’s face was cold and emotionless as he raised his Spirit Sword, instantly splitting it into numerous Sharp Swords.

This move was quite similar to Lin Nuo’s style—one commanding many swords, unstoppable.

Down they went!

Numerous Sharp Swords struck at the demon disciples, who quickly erected Demon Shields to block the onslaught.

Boom!

But they couldn’t hold on; the Sword Saint’s attack was too fierce. It was as if he held a deep grudge against these demon disciples; his strikes were merciless, shattering their Demon Shields without a trace.

He seemed slightly agitated, clearly venting some anger.

A number of demon disciples fell, but Liu Ping remained standing, barely holding on though in no better state.

Liu Ping staggered back, gritting his teeth, his eyes red and tinged with blood. His expression was downright terrifying.

He wiped the remnants of blood from his lips.

“Damn… this is still a pain…”

Liu Ping was ready to go all out; slaying the Sword Saint would be a massive contribution to the Refining Demon Sect, even if it meant his own demise.

Extreme ideologies, extreme measures—this was the norm for the Refining Demon Sect, all indoctrinated with radical thoughts, adopting an attitude that disregarded death.

Suddenly, Liu Ping was engulfed by a surge of Demon Soul Power, seemingly about to unleash all his strength for a murderous feast.

A twisted smile spread across his face, as if reveling in the chaos, even knowing he might meet his end.

This was a self-detonation; when cornered, one would explode. The blast would be intense, especially for a small leader like Liu Ping, whose prowess could blow this bunch of Immortal Foxes to smithereens.

Yet, this self-detonation seemed imminent; in an instant, a laugh would lead to a massive explosion, and poof—he would cease to exist.

“Enough of the show; can we just wrap this up?”

Lin Nuo snarked as he noticed Liu Ping gearing up to self-detonate, quickly darting over—his agility and decisiveness outmatched that of this goofy Sword Saint.

You wanna blow yourself up? Go ahead and implode!

As Lin Nuo cast his spell, a wave of Demon Soul Power surged into Liu Ping’s body.

“Haha, you’re seeking death, huh? Ah, wait, what is this…”

The once arrogant Liu Ping suddenly lost his composure. The self-detonation technique was supposed to explode outward, but thanks to Lin Nuo’s intervention, it was as if a solid outer layer had formed, preventing any explosion.

Instead, it imploded, causing chaos within his body as internal organs went up in flames alongside his spiritual veins.

With an internal boom, Liu Ping was left in agony, unable to perish, just enduring the torment of his own explosion.

Lin Nuo swiftly jumped back, creating some distance as he watched Liu Ping blow apart, cracks appearing across his body, red-black blood bursting forth before he collapsed.

The lingering specters and demon spirits fled, and the remaining disciples of the sect quickly scattered. The once chaotic forest returned to tranquility.

And just like that, it was over.

Lin Nuo relaxed; whether the Sword Saint was present or not was inconsequential—what was the point of his arrival?

“Let me put it this way: next time, just show up before the fight starts. Don’t show up after it’s all over. What’s the point of your existence?”

Lin Nuo commented, but the Sword Saint seemed unfazed, turning his gaze toward the Immortal Fox leader, a White Immortal Fox who bore a resemblance to Ruo’er.

The two made eye contact, maintaining silence without a word.

This atmosphere…

Lin Nuo felt something was off.

He had never seen the Sword Saint gaze intently at a woman like this; it seemed there was an unspoken history.

“Long time no see.” After a while, the Sword Saint broke the silence.

“Mm, long time no see.”

The Fox Fairy responded, and once again, silence ensued.

Lin Nuo glanced back and forth between them, wondering if that was it after holding their silence for so long?

“What’s going on between you two? Do you know each other?”

Lin Nuo interjected, but they barely acknowledged him, still lost in their gaze.

Am I just a third wheel here?

Is there some romantic tension brewing between these two?

“What’s this kind of situation?”

Lin Nuo pulled Mu Yiting close, asking her; she was a woman after all and would be sensitive to this kind of thing.

“They seem to have a history of emotions between them, though that’s just my guess.”

“How can you tell?”

“From their eyes; there’s love and also hate in their gaze.”

“Eyes?”

Lin Nuo scrutinized again, unable to read this particular nuance. He could usually tell if someone was lying or if they were menacing, but this love-hate thing eluded him.

He had genuinely hit a knowledge blind spot.

“Looks like you’re not sensitive enough to this. But that’s okay; it adds to my value. I can assist you. You can look into my eyes, and you’ll see no hatred, only love.”

Mu Yiting fixated her gaze on Lin Nuo, her affectionate eyes truly brimming with affection.

“We’ll talk about your feelings later. For now, let’s keep an eye on them; something feels off.”

This piqued Lin Nuo’s curiosity; if these two were romantically involved, that would be huge news.

This goofy Sword Saint could end up with a woman—what an eyebrow-raiser that would indeed be!

“Where is that child?”

The Sword Saint suddenly said coldly, but the White Immortal Fox reacted angrily:

“I don’t know, and you have no right to ask.”