Chapter 39: A Scholar Would Die for His Confidant
Under the sunlight, the ruins of Fulong Manor were shrouded in a murderous aura.
The Governor of Chu State, Xu Bin, raised his hand and waved forward, saying, "The will of the people, Fulong Manor colludes with demons, kill them!"
"Kill!" The Demon Suppression Army shouted in unison, advancing together. This Demon Suppression Army numbered over a thousand men. Though they were all martial artists, many were of high realms. The gathered blood and energy of thousands of martial artists formed a killing intent so strong that the civilians behind them trembled and their legs shook.
Even Liu He, a Four Realm Demon, looked solemn at this killing intent. However, he soon became at ease, as this was an outcome long foretold.
"I’ll be the one to slay this great Jiao Long." A powerful voice sounded as a figure stepped forward. This person held a large blade, with overwhelming martial intent erupting from his body. With a thought, a lion’s roar echoed through the heavens, and behind the martial artist appeared a massive lion’s shadow, enveloped in purple, exuding an intensely fierce and tyrannical pressure.
"Good Martial Spirit." Xu Bin looked up at the martial artist and praised. In martial cultivation, upon reaching the Fourth Realm, one could incorporate treasures and demon beasts into their martial intent, condensing a Martial Spirit to enhance their combat power.
The Martial Spirit corresponds to the Dharma Form, condensed from the mana of Qi Refining practitioners.
Strong martial artists have the chance to compete with Qi Refiners.
Of course, most martial practitioners wouldn’t have such an opportunity.
"Yu Qing, your father rebelled back then. The court spared your life, but you haven’t repented and have incited demons to rebel again. Today, you’ll meet the same fate as your father, the great Jiao Long, flayed and deboned." With the words of the burly knife-wielding man, the lion’s roar shook the skies, and his blade slashed toward Yu Qing, with a purple blade light splitting the sky.
The white robe on Yu Qing fluttered as he raised his head, and from within his body erupted a mighty Jiao Long’s roar, causing the ears of those nearby to tremble, even dissipating some of the killing intent formed by the Demon Suppression Army.