This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 410: Chapter 37 Accident_2

The Origin Demon had no time to react.

The Jiuyou Hall Master did have time to respond, but the sword light was directed at the Origin Demon.

——This was precisely what he wanted, so naturally, he would not intervene.

Howl!

Only the Prime Lion at the peak of Fifth Grade reacted and chose to take action.

The Prime Lion’s huge eyes suddenly condensed.

Two streaks of Netherworld Death Qi, like two yellow pythons, shot out from his eyes, confronting the long river of sword light.

This flying sword endowed with Ji Chuan’s Samsara Sword Intent, when faced with the moves of a peak Fifth Grade Origin Demon, ultimately could not achieve much.

The river of sword light was devoured and enveloped by the yellow pythons.

A few splashes of Sword Qi hit the Origin Demon, causing him a bit of embarrassment but not much damage.

However, the embarrassed Origin Demon, after coming to his senses, was filled with towering rage.

I disregarded the face of the Sword Sect and spared both your lives, allowing you to leave.

Not only did you not appreciate my kindness, but you also struck at me with your sword?

Had it not been for the Prime Lion’s formidable strength, that single strike would have cost him half his life just now.

“Do you really think I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you because you have the Sword Sect behind you? Prime Lion, kill… teach them a good lesson!” The enraged Origin Demon was still able to maintain a sliver of calm at this point.

Though his words were fierce, in the end, the Origin Demon chose only to have the Prime Lion teach Ji Chuan a lesson, not intending to take his life.

Such was the deterrent power of the name of the Sword Sect.

The Prime Lion issued an angry growl, its strong and powerful forelegs propping up, and its yellow eyes tightly constricted, staring fixedly at Ji Chuan, that intense hostility could be felt by anyone.

That was the imposing presence of a peak Fifth Grade Great Demon, solemn and majestic.

This fierce aura pressed down on Ji Chuan and Lu Qingshan.

Both of them felt their steps grow significantly heavier.

Rolls of Netherworld Death Qi surged out from the Prime Lion, heading straight for the skies, as it crouched, ready to pounce.

One could imagine what kind of terrifying attack was to come.

Ji Chuan felt a chill in his heart.

The preemptive strike had failed, and now it looked like they were going to have to fight hard.

Although he had anticipated this, feeling the overbearing pressure emanating from the Prime Lion still inevitably brought about a sense of immense stress.

Just as Ji Chuan braced himself for the fight.

The ferocious intent in the eyes of the peak Fifth Grade Prime Lion suddenly turned gentle.

Somehow, a delicate figure had appeared in mid-air, positioned right before the terrifying Prime Lion.

Dressed in a white gown, she looked frail yet proud, like a white swan.

Ji Chuan was slightly stunned.

Because this woman who had appeared out of nowhere was none other than Qiu Shiyin.

What was happening?

“Stop, brother,” Qiu Shiyin said softly, looking down at the poised Prime Lion with tender eyes.

That ferocious and incredibly fierce Fifth Grade Great Demon, under the watchful gaze of this frail female cultivator, let out a small whimper and slowly lowered its head, resembling an obedient dog waiting to be petted by its owner.

A peak Fifth Grade fearsome Origin Demon was actually Qiu Shiyin’s “brother,” Qiu Ning?!

Ji Chuan, who had received this information, felt a surge of shock so great that he couldn’t consider how Qiu Shiyin had arrived or why she was there.

The Origin Demon, who had been arrogantly blistering just a moment ago, stared wide-eyed at the sight of the Prime Lion’s docile behavior in Qiu Shiyin’s presence.

“Kill this woman!” the Origin Demon roared furiously.

But what sent a chill down his spine was that the Prime Lion, which had always complied with his commands, now turned its massive head in response to his words, its eyes flashing with a hint of murderous intent.

The protector Origin Demon assigned by his father was harboring thoughts of killing him because of his command?!

Disbelieving and furious, he directed a Netherworld Death Qi arrow at Qiu Shiyin who floated mid-air, the woman who had managed to restrain all of the Prime Lion’s movements.

“It’s all this woman’s doing, once I kill her the Prime Lion will acknowledge me as its leader again!” thought the Origin Demon, nearly pathologically.

Meanwhile, witnessing the Prime Lion’s movements being halted by Qiu Shiyin, Ji Chuan didn’t waste a moment and immediately seized this opportunity.

Boom!

Ji Chuan’s strongest force, Green Waist, was transformed into a silvery white light and charged towards the Origin Demon.

Boom!

Another sword shadow shot out, even faster than Ji Chuan’s Green Waist.

It was Lu Qingshan’s Peach Blossom.

Fully focused on the changing battlefield, Lu Qingshan launched this strike as soon as Qiu Shiyin had taken control of the Prime Lion’s protective Great Demon.

The Origin Demon child had no time for anything else and quickly brought out a yellow, shield-shaped magic artifact to block in front of him.

This Scale Shield Artifact had been refined from the scale armor shed by his father, the king, and given to him for protection, boasting an astonishing defensive power.

Although Lu Qingshan’s reaction was a notch faster than Ji Chuan’s, the gap in cultivation between them meant that his Peach Blossom was only a breath faster than the Green Waist and slammed onto the Scale Shield Artifact. @@novelbin@@

But that was enough.

For his intent was merely to assist Ji Chuan.

A glint like a withered leaf flashed and disappeared atop the Peach Blossom.

All things withering.

The shield-shaped magic artifact that was radiating spiritual light, under this strike, suddenly lost all its brilliance, as if covered in dust, and plunged sharply from the sky.

“Withering”: A technique of all things withering. Any artifact of a lower grade than this sword, under this Divine Skills, would lose its spiritual nature for five breaths.

There was nothing left to withstand Ji Chuan’s Flying Sword.

It’s your turn now, senior brother.

Lu Qingshan muttered.

Boom!

Green Waist slashed straight onto the scale-armored body of the Origin Demon child.

The powerful body and scale armor of the Origin Demon child were pierced by the Green Waist, leaving a huge gap.

The subdued Samsara Sword Intent burst forth at this moment, invading the Origin Demon child’s body.

Despite his formidable physique, he could not resist the corrosion of the Primordial Intent.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

His physical body crumbled in a most bizarre manner, unable to heal.

Amidst excruciating pain, the Origin Demon child let out a scream that was neither human nor beastly, filled with agony and madness, deafening to the ear.

The next moment, the Origin Demon child, no longer shielded by the Prime Lion, was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground dozens of yards away.

The massive body hit the ground, scales shattered, blood spilling everywhere.

Chi!

At the same time, Qiu Shiyin was also hit by an arrow condensed from Netherworld Death Qi, shot out by the Origin Demon child.

This peculiar technique of the Netherworld Path did not cause surface wounds to the cultivator.

But all of Qiu Shiyin’s vital essence weakened in that instant. The next moment, this fragile female cultivator fell from the sky like a swan with broken wings.

“Are you alright?” Ji Chuan hastily leaped forward, catching the extremely weakened Qiu Shiyin with urgency and concern in his voice.

Ji Chuan’s concerned voice still drifted in the wind.

Yet, just a breath later, Ji Chuan’s voice abruptly stopped.

He slowly looked down at his abdomen, where there was a wound as large as a hole.

A sharp hand covered in scales had pierced through.

Warm blood was slowly welling out from the wound.

Yes, welling, not flowing.

Like floodwaters breaching a dam, the blood was alarmingly excessive.

Within Ji Chuan’s Dantian, his Nascent Soul, which took decades of cultivation to form, was being tightly grasped by a sharp claw.

With just a little more strength from that claw, his entire Nascent Soul would instantly shatter.

Once the Nascent Soul shattered, he would be dead beyond doubt.

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?” Qiu Shiyin asked softly.

The Qiu Shiyin that had fallen into Ji Chuan’s arms was no longer the stubborn and strong “white swan”.

Her entire body now bore yellow-brown scales, and, as she breathed, sharp yellow scales slowly flared.

Rugged bone spurs appeared on her fair forehead and jaw.

Her once tender and pale hands had also transformed into claws gleaming with a metallic luster.

Qiu Shiyin, in her current form, was strikingly similar to the Origin Demon child.

Her right claw had pierced directly into Ji Chuan’s abdomen, firmly clutching his Nascent Soul, her yellow pupils chilling to the bone.

“Well done, kill him quickly!” The Hall Master of Jiuyou, upon seeing this scene, showed no surprise but instead expressed delight on his face, eagerly urging on.

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