This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 732 - 38: A Deadlock That Can Only Be Solved by Death (Part 2)

Lu Qingshan’s sleeve was instantly shredded under the black line, and blood flowed out. freewebnoveℓ.com

Clang! Clang!

At this moment, two more sounds of metal clashing echoed.

It was Oblivion and Peach Blossom!

These two flying swords, seizing the opportunity when Qing Ge launched his attack, turned back and headed straight for Qing Ge’s spine.

But to Qing Ge, these two terrifying flying swords, which were enough to make a Void Refining Cultivator’s blood run cold, seemed no more than toys; he took them on with his physical body alone.

"Explode!" Lu Qingshan bellowed inwardly.

The next moment, thunder erupted from the ground, and the True Annihilation Intent, long contained within the flying swords, seized upon Qing Ge’s weakness and burst forth instantly.

A mysterious force that seemed capable of erasing everything unfolded upon the two swords, forcibly grinding into Qing Ge’s flesh, as tough as metal, pushing the tips forward inch by inch.

Qing Ge, who had initially appeared unconcerned, couldn’t help but express his surprise.

This move of Lu Qingshan’s was indeed beyond his expectations.

"The Intent of the Human Race, I see..." Qing Ge quickly recovered and sneered.

With his strength, he was naturally not thrown into a panic.

A thought crossed his mind, and on the skin of his spine, a convoluted dark golden Secret Pattern suddenly shone brightly.

Then, Lu Qingshan felt as though a force had materialized out of nowhere, taking control of his Oblivion and Peach Blossom, pressuring the two flying swords to retreat and eventually leave Qing Ge’s body altogether.

Lu Qingshan’s expression changed, and with a focused Divine Sense, he quickly regained control over the two flying swords.

This was... the War Demon’s "Summon Soldiers" Innate Divine Ability!

Summon Soldiers, true to its name, allowed a War Demon to control countless weapons through Secret Patterns on its body, an innate ability somewhat similar to a Sword Cultivator’s Flying Sword Technique.

However, while Sword Cultivators could only control flying swords, the War Demon’s "Summon Soldiers" had no such limitation.

In battle, War Demons often used "Summon Soldiers" to seize Cultivators’ Magic Artifacts and devour them.

This was one of the reasons, in theory, why Sword Cultivators were considered a counter to War Demons.

—The tight bond Sword Cultivators shared with their Life-bound Swords often rendered the War Demon’s "Summon Soldiers" ineffective.

After thwarting Lu Qingshan’s onslaught with "Summon Soldiers," Qing Ge gave a triumphant smile in Lu Qingshan’s direction.

On his Black Blood Sword, several droplets of crimson blood mixed with rainwater, falling together.

That was Lu Qingshan’s blood.

An injury had appeared on Lu Qingshan’s wrist, with fresh blood flowing, falling along with the rain, becoming indistinguishable from it.

Meanwhile, Qing Ge, who had been struck by Lu Qingshan’s two swords, seemed unharmed.

This left Lu Qingshan somewhat helpless.

Logically, no matter how thick the Demon Race’s skin was, he was a Sword Cultivator known for his offensive capabilities; he should have been able to Break Defense, if not for the fact that Qing Ge’s realm was far beyond his own.

In a head-on clash, in terms of sheer strength, the two were too far apart.

"If I could return to Yumen Pass and exchange my Battle Merits for Spirit Crystals to ascend to the Ninth Flowers Realm, would I have to suffer this?" Lu Qingshan gritted his teeth.

His journey was meant to exchange Spirit Crystals at Yumen Pass, yet he encountered an ambush along the way.

With this thought, Lu Qingshan felt an even greater sense of frustration.

Damn it...

I haven’t used my Battle Merits yet!

To die without having spent all my money, how unjust would that be?

Qing Ge’s gaze lingered on the Dragon Sparrow in Lu Qingshan’s hands, his eyes revealing an unabashed greed, "The sword is indeed good, but... the person wielding it is not so competent."

In that brief skirmish, he had already felt the extraordinary nature of the Dragon Sparrow.

"A fine saddle suits a good horse, a fine sword deserves to be with me, Lord," Qing Ge did not rush to press his advantage. Resting both hands on the Black Blood Sword’s hilt, he leaned on the sword in midair and curled his lips, taunting, "Come on then, kill me. If you don’t, I will kill you."

The Pu Qu Demon Marshal watching the battle also responded with a light laugh, "No matter how fine the sword, it will ultimately belong to our Lord."

The two burst into unrestrained laughter.

...

In an unnoticed corner,

a figure was faintly visible, as though there one moment and gone the next, his gaze piercing through multiple veils of rain, looking up at the three figures in the sky.

"These two demons are actually after him?" It was none other than the Marquis of An Hai who had been tailing them all along.

The Marquis of An Hai was somewhat perplexed by the situation.

A Demon General and a Demon Marshal, taking such great care for the sake of a Fifth Realm cultivator?

"It must be because he disrupted the Demon Race’s operation to attack Falling Goose Pass, so they hold a grudge against him..." the Marquis of An Hai conjectured to himself.

He glanced at Lu Qingshan in the sky again, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.

The worth of a Fifth Realm Sword Cultivator wasn’t sufficient to risk his life for.

Because doing so might very well cost him his own life.

It didn’t make sense for an Integration Cultivator to risk his life to save a Void Refining Cultivator.

No such precedent existed.

"But, this young man did save my life earlier..." This thought also crossed the Marquis of An Hai’s mind.

If not for Lu Qingshan’s slash that broke the Blood Sea earlier, he would already have been buried outside Falling Goose Pass with all the other cultivators at that moment. How could he still be alive?

"To repay a drop of water with a gushing spring—he saved my life; can I really ignore his plight now?"

While he should have naturally moved on, the Marquis of An Hai found himself unable to take a step, questioning his own conscience, caught in a moment of hesitation.

.......

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Lu Qingshan suppressed the urge to use the Power of the Mountains and Seas and other explosive methods and without a word, sword in hand, darted forward again.

Among the wind and rain, Lu Qingshan, having lost his hair tie, stood with his hair wildly disheveled, each strand dancing in the gusts.