“Seventh Junior Sister, watch out!”
“Lin Mu, watch out!”
The chains failed to get even an inch close to Song Yao.
A clear, bright sword light suddenly flashed out of thin air.
The Bishui Sword hummed as it swept horizontally, blocking the chains.
With a sweep of the blade, a succession of crisp clangs rang out, and all the incoming chains were sent flying.
The chains summoned by the faceless demon were incredibly powerful. The suspended cultivators, who had been hanging upside down, had already braced themselves to see the young cultivator get severely injured. But when they looked over, they were utterly shocked.
Where did that sword come from?!
What kind of sword technique was that?!
To think it blocked the faceless demon's attack so effortlessly!
Was there a master inside the demon realm?!
The faceless demon hadn't expected such a strong opponent either, and she paused in surprise.
Wait, that wasn't right.
The Nine Saints Hall sword cultivator who had arrived a few days ago was supposed to be trapped in the deepest depths of purgatory. Could he have escaped?
With the base of her tongue still gripped, her movements were restricted. Unable to dodge the sword blade for the moment, she could only hiss and summon a swarm of resentful spirits to throw themselves forward and block the sword. Meanwhile, her other hand transformed into sharp demon claws, clawing viciously at the top of Song Yao's head. “Let go!!”
Song Yao leaned back to dodge the attack, sitting down steadily on the edge of the daybed. She tightened her grip even further, nearly ripping the base of the demon's tongue right out, and said with a touch of helplessness, “Can't you just answer me first?”
The pain made the faceless demon's vision go dark. Her featureless face, which possessed only a mouth, contorted in agony, looking even more bizarre and eerie.
What was wrong with this cultivator?
How was she even more sinister than a demon?
A wave of overwhelming murderous intent surged within her. She hissed, “Don't think I won't dare to kill you! Even if you are dead as a doornail, this skin of yours can still be used!”
Song Yao coaxed her in a good-tempered voice, “Why kill me? I'm just asking a question.”
“Fine! I'd like to see if you'll even be alive to hear my answer!”
Gathering all her demonic energy, the faceless demon accepted the risk of tearing her tongue. She opened her bloody maw and lunged at her.
Song Yao finally let go. Pushing off the edge of the daybed, she swiftly retreated backward, casually grabbing a thick, hanging iron chain and swinging herself onto it to sit.
The faceless demon roared in fury and lunged with her gaping maw. The Bishui Sword, which had been tangling with the resentful spirits, immediately broke away from the fray. Its blade erupted with a brilliant green light, turning into a swift flash of azure water that blocked her path just in time.
The sword clashed with the sharp claws, sending sparks flying. The sword technique was nimble and tricky, every strike aiming directly at the demon's weak points.
Sitting on the swaying iron chain, Song Yao let out a soft cough, her lips turning slightly pale.
She looked down at the magical treasures and weapons scattered across the ground and raised an eyebrow slightly.
Under the stunned gazes of all the cultivators, the spiritual swords lying haphazardly on the ground suddenly hummed and flew into the air, slashing down fiercely toward them.
—A series of crisp cracks.
The dark iron chains binding everyone shattered into pieces, and the hilts of the swords fell back into their palms.
“!!!”
This time, the cultivators were truly dumbfounded, looking left and right in disbelief.
Who?
Who on earth could control their swords like this?!
Unfortunately, they didn't have much time to ponder. The resentful spirits were already swooping in, and ahead of them, the faceless demon and the Bishui Sword were still locked in combat.
Holding their reclaimed weapons, the cultivators instinctively raised their swords and charged forward to join the battle.
The faceless demon was already overwhelmed by the Bishui Sword. Now, with several sword lights pressing down at once, her resentful spirits and black mist were scattered by the sword qi. Caught off guard, her demonic body was struck by several bursts of sword qi, and dark blood began to seep out from between her scales.
For the first time, she was forced to retreat repeatedly, thoroughly suppressed and put at a disadvantage.
Song Yao watched for a moment, then stood up and landed on the ground. She reached out to help Ning Zhou, who had just been injured by the faceless demon in the corner, steadying him. “Still alive?”
“I-I think I'm still alive...”
Ning Zhou's entire body was stiff. He stared blankly at the Bishui Sword flying through the air, his voice trembling. “But... isn't... isn't that your sword?”
Back when she had pulled it out of the sword tomb, he had even deeply admired it.
Song Yao replied, “Yes.”
Ning Zhou swallowed hard, his brain struggling to process the situation. “Then... are you the one controlling it right now?”
Song Yao replied, “Yes.”
Ning Zhou's legs went weak, and he almost fell to his knees before her.
He had always known that Lin Mu was exceptionally talented in swordplay. Otherwise, Ming Ran wouldn't have spent all day chasing after her, calling her “Master.”
The other elders and disciples who had gone to the demon realm with Lin Mu or seen her use a sword had also been full of praise.
But no one had told him she was this strong!
When he had fought the faceless demon just now, he couldn't even withstand half a move.
It was the same for the other cultivators. So many of them, yet they had been instantly defeated by the faceless demon, bound so tightly that not a single one could break free.
This faceless demon had to have the strength of at least a mid to late stage Nascent Soul human cultivator, right?
With the support of all the resentful spirits and the bizarre black mist filling the entire realm, defeating her should have been nothing but a pipe dream...
Yet he had just clearly witnessed the Bishui Sword forcing the faceless demon into a steady retreat.
He looked at the person in front of him, his voice trembling violently. “Tell... tell me the truth...”
Song Yao was observing the battle, recalling her memories.
The faceless demon's weakness seemed to be inside her only facial feature—her mouth.
She narrowed her eyes, directing the Bishui Sword to strike at the faceless demon's weak spot, and casually asked Ning Zhou, “What is it?”
Ning Zhou didn't dare to speak too loudly. He tried his best to recall a soundproofing spell and stammered a transmission to Song Yao, “Y-You couldn't possibly really be... Third Senior Sister, right?”
Song Yao smiled at him. “I am.”
Ning Zhou: “...”
The world spun around him.
He suspected he might have been poisoned by the demon toxin again.
Or perhaps Lin Mu was still pulling his leg.
Her soul lamp had already gone out. How could she possibly still be alive?!
But if she wasn't Song Yao, how could she have grown this powerful in just two short years since they joined the sect together?
Besides, these sword techniques and moves felt even more powerful than those of the Ninth Elder and the others.
He suddenly remembered.
No wonder when they first entered the sect together, she had made such a fuss about not wanting to come and wanting to leave...
He had dragged her into the sect by force!!
Oh, no.
Could she be holding a grudge against him?!
He had been speaking ill of her all this time...
This was the legendary Sword Demon, who allegedly committed arson, murder, and every imaginable evil...
If he had known, he wouldn't have exposed her identity. Maybe he could have lived a bit longer that way.
At this point, he really wanted to kneel down and kowtow to her.
Unfortunately, Song Yao had already turned and walked into the depths of the black mist.
After a brief hesitation, he hurriedly followed. “S-Senior Sister, where are you going?”
Song Yao got goosebumps from the title. “Speak normally.”
Ning Zhou also felt a bit disgusted by his own tone. He let out a couple of fake coughs to cover it up. “W-What are you going to do?”
“Rescuing someone.”
The black mist was so thick that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face, and the demon toxin grew increasingly potent.
Ning Zhou quickly regulated his breathing using the method Song Yao had given him. Seeing her still walking deeper inside, he felt a bit worried.
Even if she was Song Yao, the number one sword cultivator in the world, there was no denying that her current body was very weak and her soul was incomplete. She likely didn't possess all of her former strength.
He anxiously tried to stop her. “It's too dangerous, let's wait a bit—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Song Yao's foot bumped into someone.
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