This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 457: Chapter 7 Entering the City with One Sword_2

First, he is one who doesn’t understand rules and carelessly engages others, the sort who usually dies quickly, but if he survives and grows, he becomes absolutely ruthless.

Generally speaking, leaders need to possess this type of character.

But among their subordinates, there must be one or two of the second kind, because such people can do many things that are not suitable for leaders themselves to handle.

Shendu said nothing more, merely nodding slightly.

The burly cultivator spat and laughed wildly, “That monk cared not even for his own life, hiding this youngster’s whereabouts. What good did it do? Didn’t we still catch up with him?”

The next instant, the burly cultivator felt a chill throughout his body.

Because at the very moment his words ended, the “fat sheep” in their eyes suddenly emitted an extremely strong, awe-inspiring pressure.

Lu Qingshan’s gaze was incomparably cold, “What have you done to that ascetic monk?”

“That monk preferred death over revealing your whereabouts,” the burly cultivator swallowed hard, but, glancing at Shendu who was silent beside him, he suddenly felt emboldened, and said firmly, “we just had to let him have his wish and sent him to death.”

“Very well.” Lu Qingshan nodded slightly, lowered his eyelids, and said no more.

Shwoosh!

A sharp sound erupted suddenly over the vast desert.

Fiery-red sword light flared up, slashing towards the burly cultivator who had just spoken.

A scream echoed, and the next instant, the burly cultivator of Golden Core Late Stage turned into a mist of blood, bursting violently in front of the other dozen or so sand bandits, leaving them parched and trembling, their minds seemingly captured, frozen in place, daring not to move.

“Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator…” Shendu, looking at the young cultivator before him, suddenly bore a bitter feeling in his heart.

“Damn it, this Old Huang deceived me; how could he sell me a Nascent Soul Cultivator as easy prey?” Simultaneously, feelings of resentment surged from within Shendu.

“We were blind, having offended you,” Shendu reacted quickly, capable of humility, soon suppressing the resentment in his heart, clasping his hands towards the young sword cultivator, “You killed one of my men. Let’s call it even, shall we?”

“Even?” Lu Qingshan looked indifferently at Shendu who was making platitudes.

Shendu released a bit of his Mid-Nascent Soul Stage pressure, chuckled sinisterly, “You and I are both Nascent Soul Cultivators, it’s hard to say who would win if we really fought.

Besides, our leader, the Elder Vulture, is a vengeful Void Refining Great Cultivator. If it came to a fight, even if you could defeat us, you might not withstand Elder Vulture’s retaliation.

Wouldn’t it be better to just let this go? The subordinate you killed earlier can be considered an outlet for your anger; I surely will not pursue it further.”

Shendu was also subtly threatening by stating his cultivation level, aiming to make Lu Qingshan wary, while also mentioning the name of Elder Vulture to intimidate him.

But his words were very polite and accommodating, clearly a gesture of concession, hiding any hint of threat, allowing Lu Qingshan to save face.

Sword cultivators value their reputation, and Shendu, a sly and cunning man, certainly understood this, so compromising in rhetoric wasn’t a big loss for him.

“Even? Your harassment of me indeed can be set aside,” Lu Qingshan seemed to ask and answer, “But what about that ascetic monk you killed? How shall we settle that?”

“What do you want?” Shendu’s face darkened like gloomy water, “He was but an insignificant person. You didn’t even know him, are you intending to seek revenge for him?”

“Blood debt…” Lu Qingshan’s voice was cold, “requires blood repayment!”

The anonymous ascetic monk, a mere Qi Refining Practitioner, had preferred death over betraying his whereabouts, despite not knowing him.

And as a Sword Cultivator and a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, was avenging the ascetic monk not the righteous course of action?

Boom! Boom!

Two loud explosions sounded, and next to the fiery-red sword light, a bright green sword light burst forth.

The fiery-red and bright green flying swords each swept towards Shendu and the band of sand bandits he led.

Carrying the Slaughter Sword Intent, the Peach Blossom, like a wolf among sheep, swiftly reaped the lives of the sand bandits who possessed only Golden Core Cultivation.

“Lord Shendu, save us!” The sand bandits, feeling the terrifying force and fierce killing intent of the Peach Blossom, became panic-stricken.

Before the words were finished, that bright green Peach Blossom had already pierced through the body of the sand bandit who cried out for help.

There was absolutely no room to struggle.

Despair instantly appeared on the other sand bandits’ faces.

The gap in strength was too vast!

Each of them was a ruthless killer.

As the saying goes, you can’t frequently walk by the river and not get your shoes wet. They had all imagined their own deaths, but had not anticipated being cut down so casually like chopping vegetables.

Meanwhile, the fiery-red Dragon Sparrow transformed into a point of cold light, rushing towards Shendu with the momentum of a surging torrent of thunder, its power unimaginable.

A thought crossed Shendu’s mind, and a dark green light rose from his body while countless runes emerged in his hands.

Facing Lu Qingshan’s Dragon Sparrow, Shendu waved his right palm to meet it, the sinister dark green poison gas spiraling out, attempting to contaminate the Dragon Sparrow.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

The flame on the Dragon Sparrow’s surface surged, instantly incinerating the dark green poison gas.

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