The Northern Sword God
The Willow Ii Forest
Tuiitt ! The sound of a flute rang through to the heart.
Even the forest birds on the chaotic flight, shy away from the rhythm of the flute that is increasingly oppressive. The girl's face paled. Without asking for a deal, she handed the baby over to the recluse. A sword was drawn, glittering like silver.
"The death butterfly" hissed the girl.
Soon the flute's voice turned soft and became silent. One figure stood soaring as high as half a Willow Tree, staring coldly at the girl.
"M-mao Ren Hao.." stutters the girl's voice.
In front of him, floating with a cold look, one man wearing an all-black tunic, black hair as ink, not too attractive but not too ugly. He is quite young at 30 years old - as young as he has been able to play the complicated techniques of death rhythms.
What made his appearance a little strange was only the small horn sticking out on his head. His right hand still holds the flute.
"Ouyang Qing.I did not expect that you would betray, and fled to this desolate place. You are a despicable woman - a human who does not know to return the favor !
As a despicable and weak human being, you have me raised to be my tenth concubine, yet you dare to disavow our ancestral vows, run and take away the baby girl !" mao Ren Hao.
Ouyang Qing, the girl instantly became bold and fluently spoke - in an emotional rage.
"Of course I have to take the baby away. He is my son, my flesh and blood.
And you are Mao Ren Hao of the demon race, ...
Cih ! I'm really sorry to have been persuaded of your seduction. That way I would humble myself to be your mistress, in the hope that your demonic nature would change after having a child from me.
Who would have thought that you demon race are like demons from hell.
You are even willing to obey the wishes of the old man you acknowledge as your ancestor, intending to follow his crazy desire to finish off your own flesh and blood.
All of that was simply because she was born a female" Quyang Qing's voice trembled withstanding the cries.
"I swear to God, you have to step over my body first, before I let you touch my baby"
The sword in Ouyang Qing's hand flashed like a silver shadow. His beam was seen sliding rapidly piercing Mao Ren Hao's chest. A cold snorting sound rang out from Mao Ren Hao's mouth.
Trang ! trang ! trang !
The sword in Ouyang Qing's hand slipped out of his hand, throwing several spears towards the back. The girl's face paled. His cultivation level was too far away to try to compete against Mao Ren Hao.
Mao Ren Hao stroked the red flute in his hand. Said..
"Ouyang Qing.your abilities are too low to try to test a demon Clan genius at the level of the Holy Enlightenment Realm.
This young master can kill you with just one wave of his hand. Don't you insist on your head. Hand over the baby and let me execute it myself !" mao Ren Hao's eyes glared full of threat.
"No ! I'll save your life" the girl insisted on keeping her baby.
Meanwhile, she repeatedly gestured for the hermit man to rush off with his baby. But the ascetic man was either stupid or pretended to be stupid, he seemed to ignore the mark of Ouyang Qing, still standing watching the drama before him.
"Then you must die ! Just like that baby !" mao Ren Hao's figure disappeared as quickly as a ghost. In just one blink of an eye his hands had gripped the neck of Ouyang Qing. His long claws, like a murderous dagger, now locked the woman's neck. Just once he exerted the energy from his dantian, it could be ascertained that the head would instantly separate from Ouyang Qing's body.
"It is only death that is worthy of the traitors" Mao Ren Hao began to pour the heresy of his dantian into his hands, intending to behead Ouyang Qing.
However..sounds like 'Ting !' so loud that ears ring.
Mao Ren Hao was surprised not the reed. With his mouth agape he watched space and time as it became stalled.
The perverted Eve that had originally flowed into his hand and then into the dagger claw weapon came to a halt.
"What's going on?" his inner.
Not yet lost his surprise, with a glance of his eyes he saw one wrist that made a flick - so that without him being able to master, his grip slipped willingly from Ouyang Qing's neck.
It was not enough to get there, he glanced and saw the hand forming a palm as fast as lightning, and the palm in the spoon pushed his body. Mao Ren Hao was thrown like a kite, several spears backwards.
Bedebum !
When Mao Ren Hao touched the ground in a falling motion, it was at that moment that he saw the layers of space and time become normal again.
He fell free unlike the state of space and time teehenti - when that shrewd hand took off his grip.
That was why when the effects of space and time moved again, the genius of the demon clan fell free to hit the ground violently with a bedebum sound.
Quickly he stood up with overflowing anger. He was one of the geniuses from the most influential Clans - the Ruler Clan and the Leader of Cultivators in the West here. But today the name genius is humiliated by one unknown person, the weakly clothed ascetic.
Mao Ren Hao stared deeply, probing the whereabouts of the recluse. Slowly in lowering his emotions, as he knew a high-headed person was currently standing in front of him. Mao Ren Hao bowed in a jutting position giving his greetings. Said..
"Pardon Mao Ren Hao who did not see the height of Mount Thai San in plain sight. Which sect and faction's masters?
He deliberately emphasized the 'Klan of the demon race' for this ascetic man to become a deer after hearing the big name of his clan. All this time their demon race clan had dominated in the west here, so whoever was the practitioner of the western region, would think hundreds of times before nudging people related to their clan.
But Mao Ren Hao became small. He found that the young hermit was not at all surprised instead of just smiling profusely. Even the ascetic, like the other wise men say..
"It is not good for a man to kill his baby - his own flesh and blood. You must repent because your actions will even anger the demons in hell even once" his face looks shady like a saint.
Mao Ren Hao was shocked. His whole life, only once there was a simple man, giving advice and considered his actions wrong. All along, all he had done was according to the instructions of their demon Clan ancestors. No one dared to blame his ancestor - the current Supreme Leader of their Clan.
Mao Ren Hao became very angry. Said..
"I respect you as someone I think is smart. Yet you dare to advise me against the orders of our ancestors.
I'm sure it was you doing magic. Let's fight without using magic. I believe my ability to kill you is not over ten blows" Mao Ren Hao said provokingly.
But again he was careless. The recluse man simply replied lightly.
"You're not my opponent. Once I raise my hand, you will become dust" the ascetic's voice flat.
Mao Ren Hao became very angry..
"Don't tick as small as you. Even if an expert in the SAINT realm, it would not be rash to say that it would make me a debut. Who are you? Has your name ever stirred up the world of Cultivators?" Mao Ren Hao sneered. The dagger claws on his two fists had been unsheathed giving rise to the sound of the whirring of the sword ..
Tsing !
Mao Ren Hao pounced ferociously towards the hermit who was still holding the soft baby girl. When the shadow of Mao Ren Hao approached, suddenly Ouyang Qing felt his hands had hugged his baby again. One voice echoed in his mind.
"Close the baby's eyes. I didn't want that innocent baby to see blood spilled.
And you better not look here"
Ouyang Qing was shocked. To be able to speak and directly communicate in one's mind, only the experts of the highest spiritual power were able to do so..
"Why is this a powerful man?" Ouyang Qing closed her baby's eyes with her left hand.
Yet the curiosity was so great in Ouyang Qing's heart. He looked away and looked towards the battle. The ascetic held out his right hand and pointed towards Mao Ren Hao who was moving threateningly. That dagger's claw will tear the 2 weak ascetics apart.
Wush - Wush - Wush !
Ouyang Qing's mouth was wide open full of astonishment. He saw the local Typhoon wind engulf, moving very strongly and quickly from dozens of different angles, giving the effect of sharp sword slices. Mao Ren Hao's body was mutilated into thousands of small pieces of meat, getting smaller and only remaining blood vapor similar to fog.
Ouyang Qing really did not believe in his vision. Mao Ren Hao - the genius of the Demon Clan died at the hands of that Hermit, with just a single wave of his hand..
"Is he a god?" inner Ouyang Qing was astonished.
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* Readers, this is just refreshing you who like to forget the level of cultivation in this book :
1. Mortal Realm
2. The Spirit Condensation Realm
3. The Enlightened Spirit Realm.
4. The Infant Spirit Realm.
5. The Great Spirit Realm.
6. King Realm
7. Nature Without Boundaries
8. The Sacred Enlightenment Realm
9. SAINT
10. Crossing SAGE
11. SAGES
12. Crossing Immortal
13. Immortal
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