Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 895 - 473: Strike! Time to Set Sail and Vanquish Evil!
Jue Zhong believed his foolproof Thunder Shocking Slash would triumph, yet he himself met death.
His body split into two halves, and even as his brain divided, he continued to ponder the reason why.
Indeed, this strike was quite the pinnacle of assassination attempts; if one fell within the realm of its "Sword Qi," it was akin to confronting Heavenly Thunder.
Even enemies more formidable than he, when caught off guard by this move, would struggle to escape and survive.
Unfortunately, he encountered Duan Yun.
Jue Zhong's strike involved the manipulation of electricity, but he stumbled upon the ancestor of electricity mastery.
Now, Duan Yun's body contained both demon electricity and bloodline electricity, equating his prowess with the immortal Thunder God and Mother, who were also defeated by Duan Yun, let alone a mere warrior like him.
This is what without-a-clue arrogance amounts to.
Consequently, his Thunder Shocking Slash not only failed to assist in killing but rather hastened his own demise.
Few noticed Duan Yun's subtle move just now.
With a mere flick, he deflected Jue Zhong's electric slash back at him.
Currently, Duan Yun's mastery over lightning is perfect and meticulous, and this spontaneous "deflection" arose as inspiration from the previous battle between the cowardly expert and the Murong brothers.
It can be said, the more ferocious Jue Zhong's blade, the quicker his own death.
Ironically, his intent with this blade was purely mortal.
Jue Zhong's body split into two halves, yet he struggled as if trying to stand.
This was due to God Jue's unique bloodline which endowed his offspring with exceptionally vigorous life force.
Seeing this, Duan Yun couldn't help but exclaim "Hmm!"
"Why, why?"
As soon as Jue Zhong's left side tried to speak, there was a bang, and Duan Yun kicked this half away, forever separated from the other half, ceasing its struggle completely.
The surroundings fell eerily silent, as if thunder and rain became mere background noise.
Xue Qilin, Sect Master of the Blood Banner Sect, stood among the crowd, dumbfounded.
He stealthily accompanied them to watch, seeking entertainment, and slightly itching to make a show of it.
If Jue Zhong and Old Demon Duan were equally matched, he'd happily witness mutual destruction, then step in to dispose of Old Demon Duan, showcasing his Dragon King feats while gaining the upper hand, becoming the hottest anti-demon hero in the Martial World.
It would be the perfect "Return of the Dragon King" tale; the thought alone thrilled him.
At worst, if Jue Zhong was inferior to Old Demon Duan, he could intervene; collaborating with Jue Zhong would get rid of Old Demon Duan, slaying demons while putting on a show for Jue Zhong.
After being slapped countless times by that guy, the idea of flaunting himself in front of him made Xue Qilin want to chuckle softly.
But what's the result now?
Jue Zhong was instantly killed.
The ruthless reality slapped his face like the cold rain; Xue Qilin abruptly realized.
He hadn't endured enough slaps!
His mouth wasn't crooked enough!
Only if his mouth twisted to the back of his head could he confront Old Demon Duan!
With Jue Zhong dead, he'll need to find someone new to give him a good face-slapping.
Only fitting to say, Old Demon Duan is truly malicious, with his wrongdoings innumerable!
Just then, someone suddenly cried out loudly, shattering the silence.
"Lord Hai is dead!"
"Gentle and divine, wise and heroic, I mourn the death of Lord Hai blessed by Holy Water!"
The crying stirred some sea dogs, stunned by Duan Yun's fearsome might; up until now, prevented from sobbing; now couldn't hold back anymore, joining in the collective wailing.
"Ah! Lord! Lord!"
"You are dead; how do we survive? Should we remain on this filthy land, breathing the same air as these impure people?"
"Ah! My god, my dream saintly land."
Listening to these cries, Duan Yun briefly believed it was the sea's voice.
The next moment, he arrived at the crowd's forefront.
The gathered crowd scuttled backward in haste, someone almost shouted "Retreat, Old Demon Duan is coming!"; survival instinct quickly silenced them.
Those mourning sea dogs attempted to quiet themselves, but emotions were too uncontrollable to quell.
"Bring them over," Duan Yun ordered.
Ziyu followed the command, her form moving through a series of fleeting, shimmering leaps, until individuals continuously flew in this direction.
A moment later, the space ahead was filled with dozens of people.
Duan Yun looked at them, asking: "Are you Fusang people too?"
The group shook their heads, tears in eyes.
"I, the Young Hero, slayed an evil demon from Fusang, why are you mourning? Does this imply you are also evil demons," Duan Yun stated earnestly.
"We, we..."
"Damn your mother, hesitating even when lying, you truly are spiritually Fusang people!"
Duan Yun, enraged, swung his blade; the painful Sword Qi emerged like red lines, penetrating these "sea dogs."
Immediately, agonizing screams arose.
"Ah! Unbearable pain!"
"How is this more painful than my previous drenched state!"
"Pain! It's killing me!"
...
A group of people squirmed like maggots, bodies twisting, mouths contorting into distortions.
Xue Qilin briefly imagined seeing himself.
Really, what kind of Sword Qi is it that causes ordinary people's crooked mouths to match mine?
"Boo-hoo, I was wrong, wrong, I no longer wish to be a sea dog, nor wish to tour the holy land anymore!"
"Stop, stop, I don't want to father children throughout my body!"
"Wa-wa!"
Some were already madly banging their heads against the ground, hoping to faint, but painful Sword Qi's horror lay in torturing without granting any fainting mercy.
