Tyrant Sky Martial Soul-Chapter 2273 - 2276: The Treasure Sword Never Ages: Slaying the Demon Shadow Sect Protector

Ling Yuhua was filled with immense regret; why wasn't he the one captured back then?

Ling Jiaojiao was his granddaughter and the future hope of the Ling Family, perhaps even more talented than Ling Xiao.

And now, she had been taken away, her fate unknown.

Yet the protector from the Demon Shadow Sect in Eight Immortals County was still trying to recruit him; did they really think he was so foolish?

"Oh, your granddaughter? Don't worry, she won't die. Our Steward plans to cultivate her into the perfect blood pig.

Do you know, when a person possesses a Martial Soul for a long time, her blood becomes special.

Your granddaughter awakened the Sword Emperor Martial Soul, so naturally, her blood will become extremely special in the future.

Our county city's steward is exceedingly fond of it."

The thin man cackled mischievously as if discussing a trivial matter.

But he didn't care how unacceptable this was to someone else's heart.

"You heartless beasts will face retribution sooner or later; the deities hover three feet above, and heaven will not spare you."

Ling Yuhua roared.

"Deities? Ha ha, if deities really exist, why don't you call them out?"

The thin man sneered, "At your age, why are you still so naive? Even if gods exist in this world, they are but powerful Martial Artists!

Like the seven Rulers and the King of Sovereigns!

Here, I am the deity!

Our Hall Master is the deity!

Your blasphemy will incur divine punishment!"

The thin man's face was full of mockery, ridiculing Ling Yuhua's ignorance and presumption.

"Come now, enough with the nonsense. My death will be considered as an apology!"

Ling Yuhua felt immense pain and despair.

As a grandfather, he failed to protect his granddaughter; he truly wished to end his life.

But before dying, he must make the Demon Shadow Sect pay a price, killing as many as he could.

"Judging by your expression, you've decided to oppose our Demon Shadow Sect, haven't you? Very well, let us show you what true despair and fear are.

Don't worry, We won't kill you easily; you will surely be the last of your Ling Family to die.

Your Ling Family is probably the strongest in Yuhua Town, perfectly suited to be blood pigs for the Bloodsucking Sacrifice.

We truly want to see your agonizing forms in the Blood Pool, hahahahaha."

"Nonsense!"

Ling Yuhua, in violent anger, revealed the giant Sword Martial Spirit behind him.

In his hands, a sharp longsword emitted a terrifying glow.

"No, this is a Low-Level Jade-Grade Martial Technique; how could Yuhua Town, a small family, possess Jade-Grade Martial Techniques? Are you an Outer Disciple of the Xuan She Demon Sect?"

Typically, the possibility of the Xuan She Demon Sect recruiting disciples in such a small town is quite low.

But not impossible, as some children deemed talented would be taken to become Outer Disciples and cultivate Jade-Grade Martial Techniques.

Like the two geniuses from the Ling Family killed in the past, one was an Outer Disciple of the Xuan She Demon Sect, and the other of Linglong Palace.

But they themselves understood Martial Skills, which could never be passed on; if passed on, the family would be doomed.

"No, that can't be right; how could the Xuan She Demon Sect have disciples as old as you?

No matter, even if you understand Low-Level Jade-Grade Martial Techniques, you are no match for the two of us combined."

Although the two protectors of the Demon Shadow Sect were startled by Ling Yuhua's sword technique, they soon regained composure.

Actually, Ling Yuhua's sword technique was merely the Falling Star Sword Technique that Ling Xiao modified before leaving.

With Ling Xiao's current strength, the strongest Martial Skill he could modify was a Low-Level Jade-Grade Martial Technique.

Therefore, in the Ling Family, the Falling Star Sword Technique was the strongest sword technique.

"Die, Falling Star Sword Technique - First Sword, Star Flash!"

Ling Yuhua had cultivated the Falling Star Sword Technique's first and second swords to Great Success.

The rest were only Small Success.

His natural talent was not remarkable, and probably for his life, his cultivation level would stagnate in the Yin-Yang Realm.

Reaching this level with the Falling Star Sword Technique was already considered very impressive.

The first move, Star Flash, was incredibly fast.

A stab that's making the thin protector jump, hastily pulling a nearby disciple in front of him as a shield.

Yet, even so, he couldn't completely evade the perilous sword strike; his arm was cut by the blade's tip, bleeding profusely.

"Kill him! Kill the old geezer!"

The thin protector lost control of his emotions after being injured, calling to the fat protector, crazily rushing toward Ling Yuhua.

The martial technique they used was also a Low-Level Jade-Grade Martial Technique, not the Bloodsucking Demon Technique.

Perhaps the Bloodsucking Demon Technique, although reaching Middle Stage Jade-Grade, has too many side effects; might be suitable for cultivation but inappropriate for attacking.

Ling Yuhua's face showed determination, ignoring the fat protector's attack, his longsword continued to stab toward the thin protector.

"Falling Star Sword Technique - Second Sword, Starfall!"

Originally, the thrust changed suddenly, terrifying sword Qi descended from the sky.

The thin protector never imagined the sword technique to be so elusive.

Nor did he expect Ling Yuhua to truly be fearless.

If Ling Yuhua succeeded in killing him, the fat protector's giant hammer would surely strike him dead as well.

But Ling Yuhua did not attempt to withdraw or evade; he merely intended to drag someone down with him as he died.

The thin protector pitifully realized he completely underestimated the courage of this old man.

He tried to defend himself, but it was too late.

The sword Qi pierced through from his head to his feet, damaging his vital organs.

Though externally seemed unscathed, he was already done for.

"Damn it! So pathetic!"

These were the thin protector's last words.

But as Ling Yuhua's head was about to be crushed by the giant hammer, he could accept this outcome.

After all, Ling Yuhua was also gone, and he would have company in Hades.

Yet, as his eyes almost closed entirely, he suddenly saw a figure appear out of nowhere, stopping the giant hammer with a single hand.

So the thin protector died, eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

Ling Yuhua killed the thin protector and was ready to face his own death calmly, hoping that death might give him the dignity to meet with his granddaughter Ling Jiaojiao.

As the strongest Martial Artist of the Ling Family, failing to protect the clan, he felt deeply unwilling.

But what use was unwillingness? No one would come to save him, not even if Old Black had escaped to rally reinforcements.

In such a short time, it wouldn't be possible.

He closed his eyes, ready to welcome death.

But for a long time, the giant hammer hadn't fallen.

He felt very puzzled.