Chapter 10 - 10 10 Serious Injury

10: Chapter 10: Serious Injury 10: Chapter 10: Serious Injury Baili An’s eyelids twitched as he swiftly sidestepped. The water curtain could not withstand more than three breaths before it suddenly dispersed and turned into wisps of mist. Baili An’s cheeks stung, causing him to squint slightly. Just a moment ago, as he dodged the attack, the Gale generated by the green claws slashing through the air had still managed to cut his cheek. It seemed that the sight of blood had stirred Baili An’s fighting spirit; he decided to take a risk and go on the offensive! The Autumnwater Sword drew sword flowers in the air, and streams of water appeared out of nowhere, swirling around the sword body. The tip of the sword, glinting with a cold light, stabbed directly towards a point on the corpse demon’s back. That precise point was where the corpse demon’s heart was located. The heart is the source of all living creatures, and only by destroying the heart could it be completely killed. But, unfortunately… The Autumnwater Sword’s penetration halted abruptly, unable to advance even an inch further. Not only that, the corpse demon, seeming to have felt the pain, became furious but did not immediately attack Baili An. Its shoulders shook violently, and the two bones on its back firmly clamped the Autumnwater Sword, leaving it stuck in an impasse, unable to move forward or retract. Baili An was unwilling to simply abandon the Autumnwater Sword, but in his moment of hesitation, the corpse demon had already turned around and brutally grasped his throat with one hand! Baili An had already received a severe injury to his neck, and now with it being seized again, he lost his grip on the longsword in his hands. This time, the corpse demon had apparently learned its lesson. It would not allow him any chance to counterattack and roared angrily as it forcefully pressed down. Baili An’s spine slammed hard against the ground, numbed by pain, and his lower back ached intensely. In the blink of an eye, it was as if he grasped something important in his mind. However, before he could realize what it was, the corpse demon’s sharp Tusk quickly extended and bit mercilessly into his neck. The Tusk was extraordinarily sharp; its nails could not scratch his skin. seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. But as it bit down hard, it indeed pierced through his neck, and the corpse demon buried its head greedily drinking the blood of its kin. After swallowing just one mouthful, the corpse demon’s body froze completely! Then it shuddered uncontrollably, its green pupils contracting violently, shrinking to the size of a pinhole. This was a sign of extreme excitement! Because it had never tasted such delicious blood. But the creature it was firmly gripping beneath itself was clearly no different from it, a lifeless object. If that were the case, how could the taste of its blood be more delicious and aromatic than that of a living human! Indeed, abandoning the small deer and attacking him first had been the right choice. Under the influence of Baili An’s blood, the intellectually deficient corpse demon, almost maddened by the fresh blood, gradually calmed down, alarmingly beginning to think actively. It hesitated, considering whether to keep the prey beneath it captive for long-term consumption. During this moment of hesitation, Stimulated by pain, Baili An finally regained his senses, remembering the dangerous little sword at his waist… In the next instant, the corpse demon’s body shivered, and its teeth left his neck. Lowering its head, it looked confusedly at the exquisite little sword that had pierced into its abdomen. The rigid corners of its mouth twitched into a curve, seemingly trying to form a mocking smile. For a corpse demon, injuries anywhere other than the heart could be grave but not fatal. The deep wound in its abdomen caused by the small sword could not even bring it pain. Once it had drunk its fill of his blood and pulled out the small sword, the wound would heal naturally. As a fellow corpse demon, it possessed a fine shell capable of walking and talking, but seemingly its intelligence was lacking; it didn’t even know this basic fact. Baili An did not retract his hand which was still grasping the small sword, and it trembled uncontrollably. His bright eyes stayed open, and his already pale face grew even whiter due to blood loss, now resembling the deathly pallor of a corpse. Yet his expression became eerily calm, and he coughed twice, hoarsely and calmly saying, “You forced my hand…” The corpse demon paused, its gaze dropping slightly, not understanding why it still clutched his throat, yet he could speak. In the next moment, a sense of fear rose in the corpse demon’s heart. For it found its hand, which had clutched his throat, was gradually weakening, and then it started trembling like a chicken’s claw. The corpse demon’s heart was filled with growing terror as it started losing control over its body. The stiff, zombified body felt as if its joints and bones were cemented with a thick layer of ice, powerless to move. An unfamiliar chill enveloped its body, which contradicted the logic that dead bodies should not feel cold. Its stiff head looked down at the source of this coldness—the little sword… The luminous sword body had completely entered its body, while the silver sword handle was now covered with spider-web-like blood-red veins. These veins were like living things, like countless tiny blood snakes drilling into Baili An’s pores. It was just like the Lihe Sect senior brother who had lost all his Essence Blood not long ago. The corpse demon issued an angry howl, its facial features nearly squashing together due to the ferocious expression. It raised an arm, its fingers stretched out straight, aiming to plunge into Baili An’s eyes. Facing this attack, Baili An’s expression remained extremely calm. Because that previously vibrant senior brother, having drained all his Essence Blood, had lasted only a few breaths. The weird little sword absorbed blood at an astonishing speed, which was also its lethal characteristic. The arm had just been raised when it suddenly stiffened. Then the greenish skin turned into a strange dark blue, and the tiny, green pupils slowly expanded to the size of a normal human’s. Its vacant gaze had already lost its luster, and it uttered a fragment of speech from its throat before finally collapsing, turning into a pile of black dust, as if dry soil had turned to dust. With the collapse of the corpse demon, and nothing left to support it, the Autumnwater Sword plummeted down. Fortunately, the sword had a spirit, and it bent its path mid-fall, burying itself a foot away from Baili An’s body. Baili An still held the pose of stabbing with the small sword, and he understood the words—it was Corpse Language. It said it was not reconciled. Baili An obviously knew why it was not reconciled. The path of cultivating as a corpse demon was too perverse, which led to the fact that although corpse demons were strong, their cultivation progress was far more difficult than that of human beings. This green-haired corpse demon had likely struggled through a hundred years of vicissitudes to cultivate to the Fourth Grade Dao Sword level, which was not easy. If it had not encountered Baili An and had continued feeding on the blood of living humans or spirit beasts in the mountains, it could have greatly increased its spiritual wisdom and broken free from the jumping corpse form to become a flying corpse. But in this world, there are not so many ‘ifs’.