Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 98 - 93 Demon Lord Appears, Sword Immortal Emerges [4K Please Subscribe Meow~]_2

Chapter 98: Chapter 93 Demon Lord Appears, Sword Immortal Emerges [4K Please Subscribe Meow~]_2

Without any hesitation, the hand released the sword handle and immediately gripped it tightly again; the dark spiritual energy instantly condensed into form, delivering a slashing blow!

Once again fleeing, the almost insane pressure made it suffocating, with murky eyes dead set on Jiang Feng’s every move. This youngster did not know their Taixu Taoist Skill, nor any Escape Technique.

This was merely a display of peak speed and explosion, so fast that one might mistake it for an Escape Technique.

As the front foot landed, the back foot felt the force of a strong wind; swinging the cane, it blocked the sword light condensed from Purple Flames, but the Purple Flames in Jiang Feng’s palm instantly disappeared as he suddenly reached out and grabbed the old man’s body.

"Damn it..."

Before he could finish cursing, his body was dragged brutally across the ground for dozens of meters!

Finally, a vast surge of spiritual energy burst from within outward, sending the young man flying, with the seemingly plain-looking cane directly pointing at the young man’s chest.

Boom!

Thunder roared.

As the body rapidly moved backward, covered in black spiritual energy, a fist-sized wound appeared, precisely over the heart, where one could even faintly see the throbbing heart.

Yet even so, during the retreat, Jiang Feng steadied his body, with the Purple Flames in his hand once again condensing into a sword, swinging it back in a chopping motion!

"Hmph."

With a cold snort, the old man, who had been constantly fleeing, finally stopped using his Escape Technique and instead raised his cane to meet the attack head-on, blocking it firmly.

Then, he flicked his cane, casually casting aside the roaring Purple Flames, which burned holes into the rocks.

No one expected that the cane the old man casually held was actually a magic treasure.

Within just a few tens of seconds, the mountain top was in complete disarray.

From the moment Jiang Feng suddenly lashed out to now, it had only been a few tens of seconds, yet within this brief period, they had exchanged blows dozens of times, without any chance for breath, all dominated by Jiang Feng’s attacks.

"Mad dog thing, after so many years, still a mad dog!"

He spat out, but the spit that touched the ground immediately started burning, popping and crackling.

This was the spiritual energy that had invaded his body, which the old man now forced out.

The mad dog-like desire to attack left no room to breathe, just like many years ago when he first met Yan Ruyu; they had fought over differing factions’ interests.

At that time, he was also considered a young talent in the Taixu Sect, even the leading senior brother. Yan Ruyu back then was not as cultivated as him and was even younger by over a decade; he nearly got cracked open.

Yan Ruyu back then was as arrogant and unstoppable as now, replacing defense with extreme offense, not allowing any breather to crush the enemy. Now, this crazed youngster confirmed his guess even more.

Yan Ruyu, had been resurrected.

However, what was puzzling was that Jiang Feng, who had been consistently attacking, gradually stopped moving after this slash was blocked.

The ghastly wound at the heart began to twitch and convulse, with flesh and blood regenerating bit by bit out of thin air, covering the beating heart chambers in just moments.

Taking a step forward, it was clear that Jiang Feng didn’t intend to stop, his face still wearing a ferocious smile, yet this smile seemed somewhat reminiscent as if meeting an old friend and wishing to greet them in this rather special way.

But...

Thump!

He knelt on one knee.

While still wearing the ferocious expression, it gradually solidified; the pitch-black spiritual energy on his body instantly faded, and if one looked closely, they would see this spiritual energy almost racing back into his Dantian.

The whites of his eyes began to emerge from the pitch-black eyes, and his facial expression suddenly turned painfully excruciating, with his whole body trembling uncontrollably, and his other leg unable to hold him upright, causing him to collapse completely to the ground!

The sudden change made Lady Yan want to step forward to see what exactly was happening to her fiancé. Although she did not have high cultivation, she could faintly sense that her somewhat cheeky fiancé had returned.

However, the old man merely glanced at the young lady and with just that one look made her unable to step forward.

Then, he explained in a deep and robust voice.

"Do you know why the remnant soul of the Demon Night True Monarch left your body over a decade ago but never truly possessed your fiancé’s body?"

She shook her head blankly.

"Heh, because he couldn’t bear it."

Squinting his eyes, he seemed to have anticipated that Jiang Feng would fall to the ground and not be able to rise again. He then continued slowly, "Given his current physical condition, it’s already remarkable that he managed to endure this period of time."

"Although the Demon Night True Monarch committed many evils in his life, his heavenly abilities were not pretense, and ordinary people would gain nothing from his legacy."

"Because they simply cannot bear it, Yu Rou, it should be alright for this old man to address you as such."

The worried young girl just nodded her head.

"That’s good. Just now, Demon Night and this old man exchanged a greeting. Although I don’t like this method, it indeed suits his character."

"Do you know how little cultivation he used just now to reduce Jiang Feng to this state?"

She shook her head blankly.

"Not even one ten-thousandth."

One ten-thousandth?

Such a simple sentence left Yan Yurou dumbstruck, a realm entirely beyond the comprehension of low-level cultivators.

Touching his beard, the old man simply walked forward slowly, looking at the young man lying on the ground in pain, sweating profusely, his eyes complex and his feelings uncertain.

"Although the Demon Night committed many evils while alive, no one dared to question his power and heavenly abilities, and for a long time, they even called him a half-step ascension."

"Even though it’s just a fragment of his soul, your fiancé can’t possibly bear it. Strictly speaking, this youngster hasn’t been possessed; he is the reincarnation of Demon Night, the two are one and the same."

"However."

Staring intently at the pain-stricken young man at his feet, the old man lifted his walking stick and gently tapped with it, his tone somewhat elusive.

"It seems there was some mishap in the reincarnation. Logically, the earlier the reincarnation, the fewer the accidents, and the more complete the preserved power. Yet, his reincarnation disappeared for thirty-three years out of nowhere, and even developed his divine consciousness, which is really bizarre."

"Now both their divine souls have their consciousness, unable to merge with each other. This situation probably wasn’t even anticipated by Demon Night himself. To greet this old friend of mine, he could only temporarily occupy the other’s body, but you saw."

"With his current body, even this one ten-thousandth of Spiritual Energy can only be endured for mere moments; at least until he forms his Nascent Soul can he barely sustain it for half an hour."

"As for complete control..."

He shook his head, seemingly unsure himself. His brow furrowed; he was actually contemplating whether to simply kill this young man to eliminate potential trouble.

Although he was acquainted with Yan Ruyu in the past, precisely because of this, he knew how negatively this demon lord had impacted the entire Cultivation World.

Even if already reincarnated, compared to removing such latent threats, he did not mind bearing some infamy. Looking at Yan Yurou ambiguously, if he killed this young man, the only regret perhaps would be not being able to take this girl as his disciple.

What should he choose?

Silence.

The cemetery fell into solitude once more, a solitude so eerie. An odd gleam flickered across the old man’s face, suddenly he waved his hand, and Yan Yurou, who had been trembling as she stood up, immediately went black in the eyes and fainted on the spot.

As long as this girl doesn’t see it, right?

Although somewhat self-deceiving, asking himself, he could simply say Jiang Feng had already left. What comes later is a matter for later. By that time, he was nearing his own end anyway.

Lifting his walking stick high, ready to strike down, the old man’s expression suddenly tightened!

His body instantly moved back more than seven feet!

Even though such speed, the sharp Sword Qi still grazed past his face. Staring intently at the walking stick in his hand, the dragon-head walking stick was actually shaved off a corner.

His expression grew unpleasant; although the battle with Jiang Feng seemed chaotic, in reality, he had not been injured at all, nor suffered any loss. But this sword strike now...

Directly damaged this Earth-rank Magical Treasure in his hand.

"Lan Tianyong, do you truly not recognize Swordmaster Peak’s Swordsmanship?"

Seeing the lithe woman approaching from the bamboo forest, the old man seemed somewhat incredulous, even deeming it ridiculous, and eventually burst into hearty laughter.

"Very well, this old man was wondering who had taught this youngster Swordsmanship, thinking it was those two new Core Formation girls from the brothel, wondering if Purple Cloud Palace had lost their minds sending such talent to the frontier."

"It turns out it was you who taught him."

"Liu Tangxi!"