Chapter 77 - 77 77 Instant Kill

77: Chapter 77: Instant Kill 77: Chapter 77: Instant Kill Li Xuan’s body trembled violently as he staggered backward three steps, his aged face flushing abnormally red in an instant. He then spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his mustache and corners of his mouth smeared with blood, his longsword trembling as it touched the ground. As a swarm of She Slaves rushed toward him, Li Xuan looked up to the sky and howled in grief, “Heaven wants to destroy my Lihe Sect!” Just then, radiance surged forth from the darkness. If anyone had been able to focus and peer intently at it, they would see the light was composed of countless Sword Butterflies covering the sky. On the butterfly wings shone a silver-white Sword Intent, carrying the cold Astral Wind and creating thousands of ripples in the void, illuminating the blood-red night sky. Pfft, pfft, pfft… The She Slaves, unbreakable by Spirit Swords, suddenly had their heads roll off their necks like ripe melons falling to the ground under the fluttering of the Sword Butterfly wings. Even the high-ranking She Slave, three meters tall, could not stop the intent to kill brought forth by the flying Sword Butterflies, no matter how wildly it swung its dark chains. In the air, a piercing sound of metal cutting could be heard. Under the shimmering Cold Sword light of the butterfly wings, the thick chain was sliced into fine iron fragments. The Sword Butterfly traced a supremely graceful path across the high-ranking She Slave’s neck. The familiar sound of a falling melon echoed once more. Li Xuan maintained his pose of anguished howling to the heavens, a mournful gesture as if cursed by the skies. However, at this moment, his beard quivered uncontrollably, and he did not react, stiff as a frozen duck. The few surviving disciples glanced at each other, witnessing the heaps of She Slave corpses. The stench of the corpse demon’s blood lingered in the air, so pungent it was nauseating. A breeze stirred, lifting a corner of white clothing in the gloomy Demon Cave. Following that appeared a pair of delicate, snow-white boots that captured everyone’s gaze. Even in the blood-soaked Demon Land, those boots remained immaculately clean. Above the white boots, her robe was snow-white, her waist slender and strikingly attractive. The woman had thin lips tinted a faint red, her eyes clear and possessing an unparalleled Sword Intent. Her dark green hair, casually tied with a Jade hairpin, hung loosely, giving her an effortlessly elegant and relaxed appearance. Behind her, a despondent little deer trailed, ears drooping. The woman earnestly read a sword manual in her hands, and since she had set foot in this place, her gaze had never shifted from the manual. To her, the defeated She Slaves seemed nothing more than an ensemble of weak sword testing stones. With her other hand, she formed a simple sword finger, drawing her slender finger into the wide, white sleeve, causing the myriad of Sword Butterflies to dissipate with her movement. Finally, Li Xuan realized he had been saved and was stunned by the woman’s youthful and beautiful appearance. The nearly five-hundred-year-old man seemed to recognize the woman, his injury-flushed face revealing a hardly suppressed excitement. His legs wobbled with excitement, ready to kneel before her. The woman glanced sideways and said, “Considering your age, Li Xuan, you are an elderly man. There’s no need for such grand gestures in front of so many disciples; it’s rather pretentious.” The disciples of Lihe Sect, seeing the woman who seemed to emanate light and possessed an ethereal aura, regarded her with admiration and respect. They could hardly fathom the strength of this woman who had decapitated the She Slaves with a seemingly effortless strike. They also couldn’t imagine her background and identity, which made their old Sect Master so thrilled and eager to kneel in her presence. The crowd pondered continuously, trying to recall any legendary female figure within the mortal world pugilist society whose swordsmanship could transform into countless Sword Butterflies. But after a long examination, they remained clueless. Sёarch* The nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. The woman stopped Li Xuan from kneeling and performing the ritual, and naturally, the old man didn’t dare to kneel without permission. His gaze subtly shifted to the longsword wrapped in white cloth behind her and instantly understood her identity, naturally not daring to make it explicit. He hurriedly spoke with a flattering smile, “Why would such a personage come to the Demon Cave, sir? Didn’t I hear that… your sect master had no intention of participating in this operation to hunt down Jiang Chen?” Hearing the old man refer to himself as ‘junior’ like an obedient lamb caused the Lihe Sect disciples to collectively cringe. The woman in white nodded slightly and said with a smile, “If the Sect Master has no intention of campaigning, naturally the disciples should not harbor any needless intent for killing.” She looked at the group of Lihe Sect disciples with a playful glance and laughed lightly, “Li Xuan, you’re quite old yourself; wanting to strengthen Lihe Sect isn’t a bad thing. However, most of your disciples are only in the Seeking Tao and Sea Expansion Realm. Taking these inexperienced youths, who ought to be diligently studying within your sect, into this Demon Land to meet their deaths is quite generous of you.” Li Xuan responded with a bitter smile, “Only by placing ourselves in deadly situations can we truly live.” Since the Ancient Sword had been destroyed, the power of Lihe Sect had fallen to a mid to lower rank among the Immortal Sect forces. With the younger generation deprived of the chance to comprehend the Sword Intent of the Ancient Sword, they struggled to advance, their path of cultivation ending due to lifespan limitations. Even he, the Sect Master, only attained the Fourth Realm of the mortal world. Being in the mortal realm, he was naturally unable to escape the torments of a mortal body—birth, aging, sickness, and death. The first Mortal Realm, the Seeking Tao Realm, barely allowed storage of Spiritual Power in the body, making the available Spiritual Power too thin to increase lifespan, so just like mortals, those in the Seeking Tao Realm only had a hundred years to live. The Second Realm, Sea Expansion Realm, provided two hundred years, the Third Realm, Chengling Realm, three hundred years, and the Fourth Realm, Sea Expansion Realm, five hundred years. With Lihe Sect’s declining strength, from a large sect, it was difficult to even find a handful resembling the Second Realm. In each generation, the path of cultivation for new blood often halted within two hundred years. Now, nearing five hundred years of his own cultivation, without even a hint of transcendence, and with barely twenty years remaining, he would likely succumb to death. By then, the legacy passed down by the ancestors would potentially die in his hands. Rather than clinging to a last gasping breath between life and death, it made more sense to stir up all the available forces of the sect and make a desperate attempt. Even if they couldn’t earn much merit in containing Jiang Chen. All he wanted was to find a trace of Immortal Path opportunity in the resource-rich yet deadly Demon Cave to continue passing down the Lihe Sect lineage. He hadn’t anticipated that he had underestimated the horrors of the Demon Cave and overestimated his own strength. They had circled the periphery of the cave for several days, still hovering in its outermost area. Far from finding any opportunity, the days had passed with constant sacrifices, and he didn’t even know where his daughter ended up, truly a mix of regret and anguish.