Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Great Sword

"Hmm?" Yuechan's brows furrowed, inwardly perplexed—why hadn't he died?

"These dark demons, after ages of ominous baptism, their bodies have long since become immortal. They must be destroyed from the soul itself; otherwise, even if you kill them a hundred times, you will never truly end them..." Li Jianchen explained calmly. If this weren't the case, he wouldn't have been forced into such dire straits.

It was precisely because these dark demons were so hard to kill that he had slowly fallen into disadvantage.

"From the soul? Is there any way?" Yuechan's brows knitted tightly. It was her first time encountering such opponents, and she didn't know how to deal with them.

Li Jianchen shook his head. "No, we have no such weapon, or rather... no such ability. This matter has nothing to do with you. Leave now! Don't get yourself involved just to help me..."

Li Jianchen spoke conceitedly, thinking that it was his handsomeness that attracted Yuechan, making her willing to lend him a hand. After all, he was a dashing man! A beauty with a handsome man—wasn't that reasonable?

But unexpectedly, Yuechan cast him a cold glance and replied icily, "Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me. I only care about the safety of the Great Wilderness..."

"Ah!" Li Jianchen was utterly embarrassed. Damn... this isn't right, isn't this supposed to be the damsel saving the hero? Why has the script suddenly changed?

Fine, maybe I was thinking too much...

This is so damn awkward, with so many people watching—can't she give me a little face?

"Heh heh heh... little girl, I told you, you can't kill me!"

At this moment, the demon who had revived once more let out a sinister laugh, wild and unrestrained.

Yuechan was repulsed by such laughter. Without a word, she struck again, slicing the demon into dozens of pieces before he could even put on airs.

It took him a minute to recover, and those nearby scoffed, "What's wrong with you? Cut down twice in a row? Are you up to this or not?"

The demon complained, "I was careless, didn't dodge! She ambushed me, ambushed a completely unguarded person. Little girl, I advise you to behave..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yuechan struck again, not even sparing time for a single extra word.

"Again?"

The demon was pitifully cut down yet again. But alas... no matter how many times she chopped, it solved nothing.

Yuechan was deeply troubled. The nine demons sealed nearby were about to break through the barrier; if delayed any longer, no one would escape today.

"Damn it! Why can't they be killed?"

Yuechan spoke coldly.

"Heh heh heh, I cannot be killed..." In less than a minute, the demon revived again, laughing arrogantly.

Even Ye Qiu couldn't stand the sound, scoffing, "That laugh is unbearable! Cao, let them taste our great treasure..."

"Alright! The great treasure is launching..."

In the mechanism control room, Cao He pushed the lever. Above the tavern, a giant sword suddenly emerged.

This time, it wasn't the previous sword, but Ye Qiu's newest invention, aptly named the Great Sword.

The last one could only attack at close range, but this one was designed for distance. It was his first time using it, unsure of its power.

The giant sword below the tavern slowly ascended, its movement grand enough to draw every gaze.

"Hiss... Is that master about to act?"

Seeing the giant sword, everyone was excited. At this critical moment, the expert below finally made a move...

"Heh heh, these demons are doomed! Of all places to cause trouble, they chose here—it's suicide."

"I wouldn't be so sure. These demons can't be killed! Even that master may not be able to end them..."

The crowd whispered anxiously. Yuechan noticed the commotion below, her heart filled with doubt.

"Hmm? Why does this sword radiate an inexplicable sense of awe! It carries a mighty force, like the descent of heavenly authority. It feels as if it's the nemesis of all evil in the world..."

Yuechan's heart trembled. Even her thousand-year icy demeanor was shaken.

It was massive.

Wait, this sounds rather odd...

There's an expert below!

At that moment, Yuechan concluded that someone of equal strength to herself was hidden below.

This made her even more uncertain, for she had always believed herself invincible, even before the white-robed sword immortal Li Jianchen.

Yet now, sensing this force, she felt a long-lost sense of pressure.

"Who on earth is it?"

Yuechan was deeply puzzled, gazing at the giant sword in the sky. She saw two characters inscribed upon it.

Ye Qiu...

When she saw those words, her mouth twitched, and her expression turned odd.

Above the tavern, the giant sword rose slowly. Suddenly, a surge of righteous energy shot forth from the tavern, and a golden light burst out.

Everyone felt their eyes blinded; when they could finally see, they noticed golden characters floating around the giant sword.

"Soldiers, fighters, all arrayed in formation—strike down evil..."

"Hiss... Why do these characters give such a suffocating sense of oppression? It's unbelievable..."

The entire crowd was stunned.

Even the eighteen demons in the sky changed expressions. The nine who had just escaped the seal had no idea what was happening, only to see above them a giant five-fold sword formed from golden characters, enveloping them. A profound terror welled up from within.

"Not good, this sword is strange! Everyone, run!"

A demon instantly called out, but to their astonishment, none could move—they were locked fast within the golden barrier.

"What a terrifying presence! It seems this righteous force is indeed the nemesis of these demons..."

Yuechan's heart trembled, her gaze fixed on the giant sword above.

Li Jianchen felt the same, utterly shocked within.

He had thought that apart from Empress Yuechan and the elder he met in his youth, he was already without rival.

He never imagined such a master still existed in this world.

The giant sword overhead burst into golden radiance. Suddenly, it cleaved downward—earth-shaking thunder echoed, splitting the ground with a deep fissure.

Boom...

The deafening roar sent dust billowing, forcing everyone back dozens of miles, none daring to approach.

When the crowd finally saw what had happened, they were stunned.

"My god, they're all... dead?"

Those demons, once arrogant and untouchable, had been struck down to dust in a single blow, not even a trace remaining.

"They didn't revive?"

The crowd realized in astonishment that this time, the demons had not revived—they were utterly, irreversibly dead.