Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 318 – You disturbed me, so, die

Chapter 318 – You disturbed me, so, die

Meng Fan had just fought with this Flood Dragon and knew its strength exceeded the fourth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm.

And yet, a cultivator at the fourth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm was the master of this Flood Dragon?

Even thinking with his toes, he knew this wasn't simple!

He didn't believe Meng Fan was strong enough to crush this Flood Dragon; he assumed Meng Fan had a powerful background.

This Flood Dragon must have been subdued by one of Meng Fan's elders.

The black-robed cultivator squinted his eyes. Killing someone with such a deep background could cause trouble.

But missing out on such a prized Flood Dragon pet, he couldn't bear it!

While he hesitated, Meng Fan spoke first.

A portrait appeared in Meng Fan's hand.

"Have you seen the person in this portrait?"

Since the other party was from the Fengyun Demon Sect, Meng Fan naturally wanted to ask if he had seen Elder Lin.

The black-robed cultivator looked at Meng Fan as if he were a fool. He was contemplating whether to kill Meng Fan and seize the Flood Dragon pet, and Meng Fan was asking him for information...

Is he stupid?

In an instant, the black-robed cultivator made up his mind.

Kill!

Rob!!

Even if Meng Fan had some status, he wasn't afraid.

Although the Fengyun Demon Sect had weakened after recent turmoil, it was still a renowned demonic sect. What was there to fear?

"Want to know? Ask the King of Hell when you get to the underworld!"

The black-robed cultivator raised his hand and slashed at Meng Fan with his blade.

A terrifying aura erupted instantly, the blade light and intent ravaging wildly, pressing towards Meng Fan, intending to devour and crush him in one blow!

This strike was stronger and more vicious than the previous ones aimed at Xiao Qing.

When attacking Xiao Qing, the black-robed cultivator had held back, afraid of killing it, as his goal was to subdue, not kill.

But facing Meng Fan, he had no such concerns and attacked with full force, aiming to kill Meng Fan in one decisive blow.

Meng Fan stood there, facing the strike, his expression calm and unflinching.

"Fool! Scared stiff already, what a waste. This kind of waste dares to be the master of a Flood Dragon?"

The black-robed cultivator thought, looking down on Meng Fan even more.

But in the next second, Meng Fan raised a finger.

In an instant, dozens of Sword Qi ravaged the Lu Mansion.

The black-robed cultivator sneered inwardly. As expected, a waste. What use are so many flashy Sword Qi?

At the fourth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm, and he hadn't even cultivated a single Sword Intent.

But in the next second, his sneer froze.

Because the first strand of Sword Qi Meng Fan unleashed shattered his blade intent.

Sword Qi!

Shattering blade intent?

What kind of monstrous scene was this?

But that wasn't important.

What was important was that just one strand of Sword Qi had shattered his blade intent. What about the remaining dozens of Sword Qi?

He couldn't unleash dozens of blade intents in an instant!

"Thud..." The black-robed cultivator decisively knelt, burying his head on the ground, kowtowing to Meng Fan.

He realized he had kicked an iron plate, encountered a big shot!

No wonder he could subdue the Flood Dragon. It wasn't about background or elders; he had the strength.

Meng Fan's face showed a moment of surprise.

To be honest, he hadn't expected the black-robed cultivator to react this way.

They said demonic cultivators were treacherous and evil, but he hadn't expected such flexibility.

But even though the other party knelt, Meng Fan didn't retract his Sword Qi.

Dozens of Sword Qi struck the black-robed cultivator, leaving him battered and bloodied.

But at the last moment, Meng Fan weakened the Sword Qi, so the black-robed cultivator, though extremely miserable, wasn't killed and still had some breath left.

"Now, have you seen the person in this portrait?" Meng Fan asked again.

The black-robed cultivator, lying on the ground, weakly trembled and said, "Senior Brother, I truly haven't seen the person in this portrait."

With this kneel, his posture was extremely low, not daring to offend Meng Fan in the slightest, trembling with fear.

Meng Fan sighed helplessly and put away the portrait.

The answer was within his expectations. Not seeing was normal; if he had really seen, it would be strange!

If Elder Lin had really gotten involved with the Fengyun Demon Sect, he wouldn't show his true appearance, surely he would disguise himself.

"Are you from the Fengyun Demon Sect? What's your name? What's your status? Why are you here?" Meng Fan continued to ask from above.

He came here to find someone, not to kill, so he wanted to gather as much information as possible.

"My name is Shen Ming, a deacon of the Fengyun Demon Sect. The reason I'm here is..." Shen Ming stuttered, nervously looking at Meng Fan.

"Speak clearly!" Meng Fan shouted sternly.

"I raised a wolf demon pet. It sneaked out to slaughter civilians while I wasn't looking, and I was chasing it," Shen Ming said, trembling with fear.

The person before him, dressed in white, looked extremely otherworldly, clearly not a demonic cultivator, but a typical righteous figure.

So he didn't dare say his demon pet was harming people, fearing Meng Fan would slay demons and eliminate evil, killing him directly.

Meng Fan coldly said, "Did it sneak out to slaughter civilians, or did you instruct it to?"

Demonic cultivators often slaughtered civilians to cultivate demonic arts.

Letting demon pets slaughter civilians to enhance their abilities wasn't impossible either.

"Absolutely not, it sneaked out behind my back," Shen Ming shouted loudly, as if the louder he spoke, the more convincing he was.

Meng Fan frowned.

"You're disturbing me!"

With that, a strand of Sword Qi appeared out of thin air, slashing into Shen Ming's forehead.

Originally, Meng Fan intended to keep Shen Ming for information, but this guy didn't know his place and dared to speak loudly...

He deserved to die!

"Xiao Qing, time to eat," Meng Fan said coldly.

His demeanor lacked the righteous aura of a proper sect, instead carrying a hint of evil nature.

Then his figure turned into a stream of light, disappearing from the Lu Mansion.

In an instant, he returned to his room at the inn.

Before that, Xiao Qing had crawled out of Meng Fan's pocket, staying behind at the Lu Mansion.

It had long wanted to devour Shen Ming, but lacked the strength. Now, it finally got its wish.

Moments later, Xiao Qing returned to the inn, its belly round and full, looking satisfied.

Evil must be dealt with by evil. Shen Ming was a typical demonic cultivator, and Meng Fan wouldn't show mercy at such a time!

Meng Fan didn't deny that there could be good people among demonic cultivators.