My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: The Stunning Beauty Before My Eyes

Zhao Qingmei’s brows knitted slightly, although she was unclear as to why the death of the eighth-generation Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect had such a profound impact on the Ghost Swordsman opposite her, she knew this was an excellent opportunity.

“Swoosh!”

The next moment, the black fog moved violently and rushed forward swiftly.

Fast!

Way too fast!

Zhao Qingmei stepped forward as if she were a nimble breeze, a chilling brilliance emanating from within the black fog that could shake one’s soul.

“Shi!” “Shi!”

At the instant the blade approached, An Jing felt an extreme chill in his heart, followed by the hair on his body standing on end.

His Evil Suppressing Sword instinctively lifted, trapping the two terrifying streaks of blade light.

“Clang!”

A huge force transmitted from it, causing his arm to go numb with soreness, thankful that his body was faintly showing signs of evolving towards Jade Bone, otherwise that strike would have been enough to injure him. Still, he took three or four steps back before he stopped.

“What a formidable Ghost Swordsman!”

Zhao Qingmei thought to herself when she saw this, knowing that her move had come when he was distracted; yet, she still hadn’t managed to kill him, which spoke to his quick reflexes.

“Not a Half-step Master?”

Luo Chongyang, upon seeing this, immediately furrowed his brow. This Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect was certainly not just a Half-step Master as claimed, but possessed the peak strength of a One Qi Grandmaster and had even cultivated the Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture, ensuring his strength was possibly no less than that of the Ghost Swordsman.

“Indeed!”

Feng Lingyue, who was observing the battle from afar, felt a jolt in her heart, “This Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect is truly not simple.”

From the moment the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect said he wanted to challenge the Ghost Swordsman, Feng Lingyue had felt something was odd. A Half-step Master challenging the Ghost Swordsman who had slain a Second Qi Grandmaster, wasn’t this courting death?

“Ancestor, what should we do now?” Dai Danshu asked from the side.

“Let’s watch a bit longer, no need to rush,” Feng Lingyue replied with a light chuckle, saying, “No matter what, the Demon Sect will definitely be severely damaged today; it’s impossible for them to enter Great Yan, and my Five Poison Sect will have a hundred years of peace.”

Whether the Demon Sect won or lost today, her Five Poison Sect would be the winner.

The other experts also noticed the strength of the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect, each with a tightly furrowed brow and a profoundly shaken heart.

“Drip-drip!”

Bright red blood dripped down to the ground from the tiger’s mouth, staining the earth red.

An Jing stood there woodenly, silent and still.

For some reason, Zhao Qingmei’s furrowed brows deepened even further; a tremor appeared in the Mandarin Duck Twin Blades she held, and amidst the fresh blood, she sensed a chill.

An Jing laughed softly, suddenly recalling many things.

Actually, whether you love someone or not, the moment they leave you, your heart gives you the answer.

That feeling of heartache leaves one suffocated and in despair.

“Then let’s see the truth in the fight,” An Jing said as he looked towards Zhao Qingmei in the distance, his eyes devoid of any expression.

A corner of Zhao Qingmei’s mouth lifted into a cold smirk, saying, “As you wish.”

A chilling aura filled the heavens and the earth, and the Evil Suppressing Sword stood like a pillar supporting the sky, standing amidst the world, radiating astonishing fluctuations. Every expert stared agape at the figure standing beside the Evil Suppressing Sword.

This edge that looked down upon the world caused everyone’s hearts to palpitate.

An Jing’s figure suddenly burst forth, his Evil Suppressing Sword carrying a terrifying, shocking tide of Sword Qi.

Whoosh!

Thousands of sword radiance charged directly toward the black mist.

Zhao Qingmei looked on impassively at the terrifying momentum of An Jing, her finger lightly touching the empty air.

Immediately, True Qi surged wildly in this piece of heaven and earth, and a True Qi rainbow, roughly several zhang in size, violently shot out from her fingertip.

“Bang!”

An Jing looked at the True Qi rainbow but showed no sign of dodging. With one hand, he held the Evil Suppressing Sword, the sword skill wrapped in sword Qi, and he swept the sword towards Zhao Qingmei.

Boom!

A low and scalp-numbing sound seemed to spread through the sky. On the Evil Suppressing Sword, towering sword Qi surged, and as the sword swung down, the seemingly powerful True Qi rainbow was directly cleaved into pieces.

Countless people were shocked at the sight. The Ghost Swordsman was too fierce at this moment.

Whoosh!

Amidst the sky filled with light spots, An Jing shot out like lightning, and in the next moment, he was already above the black mist. Immediately, the sword light from the Evil Suppressing Sword burst forth, sweeping across.

Zhao Qingmei’s beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, and her five fingers suddenly clenched around the Mandarin Duck Blade. She directly slashed down, also sending out dancing blade light, containing massive and boundless True Qi.

Black radiance enveloped the blade light, as swift as shooting stars.

The collision of sword and blade immediately produced a terrifying sound, followed by the creation of metallic storms.

Visible ripples spread outwards, and beneath Zhao Qingmei’s feet, the earth cracked inch by inch. Then the cracking spread out like waves, extending outwards to the surroundings.

Those present quickly retreated in panic, fearing being engulfed by such a powerful shockwave.

It was too terrifying!

These two were clearly Second Qi Grandmasters, but the ferocity and intensity of their confrontation exceeded that of Universal Literary Vajra and Duanmu Xinghua.

Just spectating from a distance caused a chill to run down one’s spine.

An Jing’s face was expressionless, the sword Qi in his hand surged violently, tearing through the space in front of him.

The black mist billowed, directly dispersing Zhao Qingmei’s blade Qi.

Zhao Qingmei’s eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the onslaught of that frenzied sharpness; this level of swordsman was the first she had ever encountered.

The moment of contact made her heart surge wildly, and she quickly circulated the Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture to suppress this burst of strength.

“What a domineering Evil Suppressing Sword! What formidable Sword Dao!”

Zhao Qingmei’s eyes narrowed into slits, still remembering the last time she crossed swords with the Ghost Swordsman at Liuwood Villa; his strength wasn’t this formidable. And yet, in such a short time, his strength had grown to such a degree.

So what if the Ghost Swordsman was extremely powerful today?

Zhao Qingmei’s complexion gradually became colder, and a sweep of murderous intent enveloped her heart.

Myriad Forms of Lotus!

At the same time, a giant Black Gold Lotus emerged beneath her feet. The aura exuded by the Black Gold Lotus was extremely terrifying, crazily plundering all the Qi mechanisms around.

In the blink of an eye, everyone stopped in their tracks and looked over in this direction.

The Black Gold Lotus shone brightly in mid-air, forming a sinister vortex centered around the black mist.

An Jing let the Evil Suppressing Sword drift in his hand, unleashing a torrent of fierce sword light without any reservation.

Heavenly Intent Four Symbols Sword Technique! Wind Unstoppable!

Emphasizing speed in the Wind Symbol’s sword moves, An Jing naturally would not give the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect time to deploy martial arts skills.

“Shh!”

The piercing cold charged forward, seemingly intent on splitting the Black Gold Lotus apart.

Zhao Qingmei combined the two Mandarin Duck Blades into one, pushing them forward.

The blade Qi from the two blades also turned into a black tidal wave, surging forward violently.

Fifth Realm blade skill!

Compared to the top swordsmen in the world, Zhao Qingmei’s sword skill was still a considerable distance away, but it was much stronger than that of the average swordsman.

Once the Mandarin Duck Twin Blades united, the generated Sword Qi was naturally not to be underestimated.

“Boom–!”

The moment the Sword Qi collided with the Sword Qi, it transformed into roaring waves of Qi that crazily shook the surroundings.

“You will not survive.”

An Jing’s body soared, his feet quick as lightning, flying forward and stepping on the tide of True Qi as he rushed toward the black fog.

Zhao Qingmei seemed to have anticipated this, as a surge of True Qi welled up within her.

Soon a tremendous Qi Mechanism burst forth from behind her, with an unstoppable might falling down, and the sky above her seemed to turn into a swath of darkness.

Black fog swirled all around, with the Qi Mechanism surging, centered on Zhao Qingmei.

The world trembled.

Everyone’s hearts gave a lurch, as if some terrible thing was about to happen.

Zhao Qingmei then retracted her Mandarin Duck Twin Blades, slapping a palm towards An Jing who was approaching at high speed. This palm didn’t seem flashy, just an ordinary palm.

An Jing’s eyes were cold as the tide, but his Finger Technique in his hands was as aggressive as fire.

Nine Yang Divine Finger! Pointing across Qian and Kun!

Finger Light and Handprint met, a complete clash between the True Qi of the two.

Boom!

In the moment of collision, a thunderous noise echoed between heaven and earth.

Splashing sounds filled the air.

In the corner of everyone’s eye, Zhao Qingmei’s Handprint cracked and ultimately burst with a bang, sending her body rapidly flying backward.

At that moment, Zhao Qingmei’s body rushed backward, and the black fog also seemed on the verge of dispersal, strangely crashing heavily upon Dongluo Tower.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, the Dongluo Tower collapsed, kicking up clouds of dust into the sky.

An Jing’s internal organs trembled, his body quickly filled with a surge of Demonic Qi which was then absorbed and refined by the clear True Qi within his body.

“Worthy of the ‘Nameless Heart Scripture,’ even able to absorb the Demonic Qi of the ‘Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture.'”

Taking a deep breath, An Jing continued his pursuit of the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect.

“Sect Hierarch!”

Duanmu Xinghua, seeing this, was greatly shocked and attempted to chase after the Ghost Swordsman.

“Duanmu benefactor!”

The Universal Literary Vajra extended a hand, directly blocking Duanmu Xinghua’s path.

The rest of the Demon Sect’s experts were also in disarray, but they were helplessly tied down and couldn’t possibly lend a hand to assist Zhao Qingmei.

“What a formidable One Qi Grandmaster!”

Luo Chongyang couldn’t help but exclaim in amazement.

Both individuals were of One Qi Grandmaster Cultivation, but their strength was comparable to that of ordinary Second Qi Grandmasters, and it seemed both were in possession of unrivaled Martial Arts and the Ice Blade. Seeing them fight was truly awe-inspiring.

“These two are truly formidable.”

“The Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect seems to be at a disadvantage; the Ghost Swordsman is indeed capable of slaying Second Qi Grandmasters.”

“So strong, these two are clearly not at the level of strength that One Qi Grandmasters should have.”

…….

Some of the Grandmaster experts watching from a distance felt a chill in their hearts.

Clearly, he was shocked by the strength of both of them.

Dust rose in all directions, shrouding everyone’s vision in a hazy veil.

The two of them had fought their way from outside the pass directly into its interior.

Outside the pass, the battle resumed, True Qi pulsing through the air, creating waves upon waves.

An Jing looked indifferently at the black fog ahead, throwing the Evil Suppressing Sword straight into it.

Whoosh!

The Evil Suppressing Sword emitted a series of tremulous sounds, its Sword Qi flowing like water to either side, before transforming into a beam of light that split heaven and earth, shooting forward.@@novelbin@@

Sword Control Technique!

The Sword Qi was vast and mighty, cutting through the air ahead with the speed of rumbling thunder.

Hmm?

Zhao Qingmei was greatly alarmed at the sight; her Demonic Qi had clearly poured into the Ghost Swordsman’s body, so how could there be no reaction? How could he possibly remain unharmed? How could this be?

Despite her surprise, she was quick to react, the Black Gold Lotus swiftly closing to form a barrier of petals.

Thump!

The Evil Suppressing Sword pierced through the air, its tip striking directly upon the petals of the Black Gold Lotus.

Immediately, a deadlock formed between the two forces. An Jing’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he channeled more True Qi into the sword.

“Buzz! Buzz!”

The Evil Suppressing Sword, infused with An Jing’s True Qi, began to vibrate violently, and cracks appeared on the petal of the Black Gold Lotus where its tip touched, before it suddenly burst apart with a ‘bang’.

The Evil Suppressing Sword continued its thrust forward, plunging into the black fog.

This time, while the Evil Suppressing Sword pierced the black fog, it ultimately met resistance from two blades of light.

From beneath the veil of fog, a figure was revealed.

Clothed in fiery red like a blaze, the person’s appearance was elegant and peerlessly beautiful, exuding an air of ethereal grace.

Like a new moon crowned with a halo, like blossoming trees laden with snow, so incomparable.

An Jing was completely stunned, not even noticing that his arms had been pierced by the two blades of Sword Qi.

The stunning beauty before him enraptured him entirely.

Yesterday’s snow, today’s sunshine, I see green mountains and waters vast, every glance beholds beauty incomparable, yet none hold a candle to the charm before me now.

“Your sword is slow,” said Zhao Qingmei, positioning her Mandarin Duck Twin Blades while slightly raising her arched brows.

The two blades of light from just now could have been easily blocked by the Ghost Swordsman’s skill, yet he remained motionless. Zhao Qingmei couldn’t understand what had happened, sensing something was off.

What followed next made her even more perplexed.

The Ghost Swordsman reached out a hand, lifting his mask to reveal the face she had been longing for, day and night.

“Clang!”

Zhao Qingmei’s mind boomed, turning blank in an instant, and the Mandarin Duck Blades in her hands fell to the ground.

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world fell silent.

The wind picked up gently, tousling those black locks.

The vast expanse of mountains and rivers, the smoke of the human world, none compared to the perfectly timed breeze and this moment of reunion.

An Jing took a few steps forward, his palm gently caressing that beautiful cheek, and laughed softly.

“My lady, I have arrived a bit late,” he said.