This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1750 - 4: Two Worlds, All Eyes on One
Clang!
Yet another High Ranking Demon Venerable was sliced in half by the Sword Light, and the Divine Demon Body instantly collapsed.
Masses of blood mist exploded in the sky above the Royal City, like the grandest fireworks display.
For such achievements, Lu Qingshan felt no joy in his heart, not even a hint of pleasure, and his expression was somewhat heavy.
In the past half month, he had traversed and purged six major cities of the Asura Clan, and Buddha King City was the seventh.
Yet, he still hadn't found any trace of Luohu.
Lu Qingshan looked off into the distance, his gaze deep and sharp, with a faint, almost imperceptible anxiety.
Luohu, where are you hiding?
Even so, can't this force you out?
......
In a dark space.
The Blood River flowed, a crimson scent permeated, and the heartbeat grew stronger, pulsing rhythmically.
Beneath the crystalline, blazing red heart, Luohu's eyes suddenly opened.
His face was grim.
Because just now, he felt a sense, causality was flowing, closely related to him.
"Luojia is dead." Luohu's mind raced, quickly understanding everything.
Bloodline ran through Luojia's body, his progeny, so at the moment of death, under the powerful perception of his Saint Realm Primordial Spirit, inspiration arose.
"This Lu Qingshan is indeed ruthless."
Luohu murmured indifferently.
While Lu Qingshan hadn't found him, he, with his Saint Realm Primordial Spirit, was clear about the events occurring in the Black Armor Domain.
He truly hadn't expected that on the day of Heaven's Gate calamity, Lu Qingshan would survive, successfully ascend to Sword Immortal, with current combat power seemingly stronger than Chu Mu at his peak?
Yet Lu Qingshan's solitude quickly led Luohu to deduce the events following his departure that day.
It was the only possibility.
In this world, only Chu Mu had the ability and courage to face Heaven's Gate directly.
"Willing to sacrifice himself to nurture a junior?" Luohu muttered.
"I had regarded you as my only rival, but it appears I overestimated you, such a foolish person cannot be called my opponent."
Luohu chuckled lightly, eyes gleaming with ferocity.
To him, even his tribesmen, let alone a junior, even if bloodline flowed through his progeny, was insignificant compared to himself.
Sacrificing his own life for a junior?
Utterly foolish!
Truth be told, Luojia's demise didn't stir even a ripple of emotion within him, let alone any anger.
Let Lu Qingshan kill as he wishes; even if he kills all Asura Clan demonic cultivators, he doesn't care.
As long as Luohu exists, the Asura Clan will never go extinct; more progeny can always be born!
"Lu Qingshan, oh Lu Qingshan, don't be impatient, it's coming, it's coming, though I don't care about the withering of my bloodline, your provocation cannot be ignored.
When I become a saint, I will slaughter all your kin, friends, and sect disciples before your eyes, leaving none alive!"
For now, bide your time.
A small compromise prevents greater disaster; the current restraint is for a more ferocious counterattack later.
He who travels a hundred miles is halfway ninety; as the end approaches, Luohu grows ever more cautious.
He raised his azure eyes, gazing upwards.
An endless surge of Demonic Qi roiled there.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
The heartbeat grew ever stronger.
Like the sounds of giants pounding war drums in the Primordial Era.
........
The bright moon rises from Heavenly Mountain.
The mountains stand tall, the moon deep, Sword Qi long.
Luo Shen Sword Immortal guards Yumen Pass, myriad demons retreat as she confronts the layered armies of the Demon Race led by Chi Venerable and the returning War Venerable.
Even personalities like Chi Venerable and War Venerable, typically proud, sincerely admire this female Sword Immortal's grandeur, truly unmatched by any man.
Where her blade passes, there is no intact corpse.
The reason she was praised as the finest among flowers by Xie Qingyun goes beyond mere talent.
Xia Daoyun's foundation, whether in prowess, aura, or Sword Dao, is overwhelmingly dominating.
The lady of Yumen Pass, standing on the city wall, facing away from Yumen Pass, her long black hair and garments fluttering backward.
Graceful as a deity.
Luo Shen.
"Xia Daoyun, why this extent?" Chi Venerable shouted.
After the last battle, Xia Daoyun had been severely wounded and hadn't recovered, so every moment standing on the walls of Yumen Pass consumed her aura.
No matter how vast her Qi, even stretching thirty thousand miles, she couldn't bear such depletion.
Xia Daoyun's temples fluttered with black strands, but her heart was calm as still water.
She didn't have many grand words.
News from Heavenly River City had already reached her, she knew even more than others.
"Two worlds, concerning one man."
If Lu Qingshan now bears the fate of two races, she must protect this city for him.
Thus.
Regardless of success or failure, at the very least he would have a home to return to.