Chapter 315: Who Needs Chivalrous Spirit When Dealing with You Demon Cult Types?
The Peak Master of Divine Sword Peak, who had just successfully ambushed someone, boldly stepped in between Bai Feng and Black Lotus with a grin. He waved his hand, saying, “Fighting over who’s tougher? Come on, let’s have a little contest.”
“How did your Heavenly Sword Sect end up turning into a bunch of rats hiding underground?”
Black Lotus reached up to touch her wound on her chest, staring at the bl**d on her hand, her face gradually turning grim.
“Who cares about being honorable or not? As long as it works,” the Peak Master of Divine Sword Peak said coolly, undisturbed. “And really, when it comes to dealing with you demon cult types, who needs morals?”
“Hah, hypocrite,” Black Lotus’s eyes flickered with anger, but she didn’t rush forward — she took a step back instead. “See you around. We’ll meet again sometime.”
After saying that, a surge of demonic energy erupted from in front of her, and just like that, she vanished before everyone’s eyes.
“Really cautious,” the Peak Master of Divine Sword Peak muttered, his smile fading. He’d thought things would turn into a fierce battle, especially since he’d narrowly escaped destruction in the strange phenomena over Tian Luo City and had just broken through to the Merging Stage. Still, compared to Black Lotus, who was in the same stage, he was weaker—otherwise, he wouldn’t have to hide underground waiting for the sneak attack. He never expected her to flee after getting hurt.
He glanced at Bai Feng, still busy dealing with his divine arm, and suddenly understood something — probably Black Lotus figured she couldn’t take him down for now, and staying here was just a waste of time and more likely to worsen her injuries. So she left.
Since Black Lotus was gone, then…
First, he looked at the Sect Master. No problem on that front. Then his eyes fell on Chu Ning Yan — truly the most talented disciple the Heavenly Sword Sect had ever produced. Though she’d been under the pressure of the Merging Stage the entire fight, she barely had a scratch, dodging like a divine wind, every move precise and flawless — no cracks at all, leaving her opponent no openings.
Meanwhile, when Black Lotus rode off, the Heavenly Mouse’s face finally couldn’t hold it anymore. It snapped, cursing angrily: “F*ck! That d*mn b*tch! I… I…!”
Though furious inside, the Mouse knew the tide of battle was lost. The Peak Master was watching him like a predator, so he couldn’t wait any longer.
He erupted with a mighty burst of demonic energy, forcing the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect back. The Cultivator in the Merging Stage battling Chu Ning Yan also quickly retreated — straight at the Sect Master.
Seizing the chance while the Merging Stage subordinate tangled with the Sect Master, he spun around and bolted without looking back.
But he wasn’t satisfied with just running; he turned his head, gritting his teeth. “You’ll regret this! Watch me blow you all to bits!”
“Not good!”
The Sect Master and the Peak Master of Divine Sword Peak reacted fast, pulling back behind Bai Feng and others, just in time for a berserk wave of spiritual energy to spew forth, tearing and crushing everything around them.
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“What a bunch of lunatics,” the Sect Master muttered, brushing away dust from the sky, revealing that behind them was now a massive crater, with only their feet still intact.
“Just one Merging Stage powerhouse and he dies so pathetically… Honestly… I don’t even know what to say,” the Peak Master of Divine Sword Peak sighed mournfully.
In other words, in other places, Merging Stage experts were valuable assets, but in the hands of the Divine Monarch, they became bigger bombs.
The Sect Master sighed and turned to Bai Feng. Bai Feng was still working on his divine arm, seemingly unaffected.
He couldn’t help but nod slightly — Bai Feng’s mindset was remarkably calm. Even after such chaos, he remained unfazed. Truly one of his most promising disciples.
Bai Feng didn’t understand what the Sect Master was thinking. He secretly sneaked a glance at the huge crater behind him, mouth twitching:
“d*mn! That’s terrifying!”
He started to seriously doubt whether going out was a good idea.
He kept working on the divine arm not because he was fearless or a big-hearted hero, but simply because he was too weak to do anything else. Besides fixing the arm, he could do nothing.
Not long after, the Holy Land’s people finally arrived late.
Their clothes were torn in multiple places, and two of them bore minor injuries — obviously they’d gone through a tough fight.
“Sorry for the delay; we got held up on the way,” one of them landed and bowed to the Sect Master.
The Sect Master waved his hand. “No worries, you guys look pretty banged up yourself.”
“Sigh, don’t mention it,” he said with a bitter smile. “We never expected the Divine Monarch to be so crazy—completely disregarding cultivators’ lives. Even if they couldn’t beat him, they’d go all-in with self-detonation, just to buy a little time. They’re absolute lunatics.”
“If they keep blowing up like this, won’t the Divine Monarch run out of underlings?” the Peak Master of Divine Sword Peak couldn’t help but complain.
One of the Holy Land’s people shook his head and explained, “I think he doesn’t care. Apart from the seven under his direct command, everyone else is just a tool. The most they worry about is how quickly those tools get destroyed.”
“No wonder he’s from the Demon Path,” someone muttered.
At this point, one of them looked at the tiger, nailed down by four swords, with a hand behind its back: “Is that what the Divine Monarch was after?”
“Although I have some interest in divine artifacts,” another, stroking his beard, frowned at the shriveled arm. “But honestly, better to just destroy it. It’s disgusting to look at.”
The pristine, white, smooth arm on the tiger’s back, now shriveled like a dry mummy’s limb, was still flailing and struggling.
Some noticed Bai Feng’s flames, but he only took a quick glance before retracting his gaze, not daring to have any wicked thoughts. From the actions and attitude of the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, it was clear they valued Bai Feng greatly. Any probe would likely bring the Sect Master’s wrath.
After exchanging a few words, the Holy Land group simply sat down to share intelligence with the Heavenly Sword Sect and others.
Now that the Divine Monarch’s plans were completely thwarted, the black shadow managed to escape but was badly wounded — still being hunted by the Holy Land. They probably wouldn’t dare interfere with Eastern Continent’s affairs any longer.
As for the Black Dragon cooperating with the Divine Monarch—though he tried to deny it—his ties to the Divine Monarch were undeniable; splitting from him was impossible.
Considering Black Dragon was the Eastern Continent’s chancellor, killing him would cause chaos, so they only detained him for now, to handle later as needed.
“Finally, it’s over,” Bai Feng exhaled, eyes full of exhaustion — handling the divine arm was tougher than he thought. The arm wasn’t self-aware like Black Lotus’s residual soul, but its rebirth ability was insanely strong, and its weakness was hard to pinpoint.
Fortunately, with Yun Yue Yao’s help, he managed to eliminate it all. Now, the tiger’s back was clean — only a black scar remained. But the host tiger had become nearly dead, apparently drained of a lot of life force by the arm’s parasitism.
‘What should I do with this fellow?’ Bai Feng looked at the tiger in thought, worried that the divine arm’s parasitism might trigger some changes in its body.
Should I k*ll it?
Come to think of it, the tiger managed to escape from the Divine Monarch and survive till now… luck was definitely on its side. Might as well check the system.
