Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 80 Residual Flower Sword

Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Residual Flower Sword

"Cough cough! Cough cough!" Li Liuxin coughed violently twice, "I still remember, just now someone asked who I am?" Looking at Li Liuxin’s appearance now, he clearly wanted to change the subject.

"He wants to change the subject," someone whispered.

"Mm-hmm!" The people beside him nodded.

The corners of Li Liuxin’s mouth lifted with a trace of cold amusement, and he turned around slightly tilting back his head, revealing his face to the fourteen martial artists in full, and said, "Haven’t you gentlemen realized who I am yet?"

"This is... This person is... Who is this guy? Have you seen him before? Listening to him, looking at him, it seems like he’s someone of significant background," someone quietly asked their companion.

"No, never seen him before. But someone who hangs around Master Fengg conning pills must be someone significant, right?"

"That’s right!"

Li Liuxin gazed at these warriors of the Demon Wolf Mercenary Group, his face wearing an even colder smile. He tilted his head slightly further back and said in a deep voice, "Residual Flower Sword, Li Liuxin." As soon as his voice fell, a myriad of flower petals started dancing around Li Liuxin: pink, yellow, purple, green, white, red, blue... A variety of petals, yet none were complete, all with tiny gaps that perfectly matched the aesthetic of withered flowers.

Li Liuxin’s long hair, along with his blue clothes, also danced with the petals in the air, flowing naturally. He gripped the long sword in his arms even tighter, and the smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to say to the people in front of him: Now you should know who is standing before you.

Thereupon, Li Liuxin started to chant a poem softly: "Passing through a sea of flowers, yet not a leaf sticks to me!"

"Residual Flower Sword, Li Liuxin? Who is this man? Have you heard of him?"

"No, never heard of him before. What about you guys?"

"Nope!"

"I don’t know where he springs from, he doesn’t seem famous."

"Ignore him, just some guy mooching off Master Fengg and conning pills; I look down on people like that the most."

"Whoosh!" A cool wind blew past, the myriad of withering flowers dispersed, leaving only Li Liuxin standing there alone. Indeed, at this moment, Li Liuxin felt an unusual sense of loneliness.

"You’re all here!" Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind the fourteen martial artists of the Demon Wolf Mercenary Group. Hearing this voice, each warrior’s body shook violently, and they quickly turned around and knelt on one knee, shouting, "Subordinates greet the Captain! Greet the Vice Captain."

The newcomers were none other than the captain of the Demon Wolf Mercenary Group, a three-star Martial King Realm powerhouse named Hee Long, and beside him, stood Weiy Han, the vice captain of the Demon Wolf Mercenary Group. Behind the two, thirty-one warriors mounted on demon wolves, wielding swords, bore a somber and murderous air that made one feel an aura of malevolence.

These thirty-one men were the elite of the elite under Hee Long’s command, following Hee Long through life and death for many years. Each of their Martial Arts Cultivation Levels was at the Martial Spirit Realm, and each sat upon a mighty Third-stage Demon Wolf.

The people of Demon Beast City all knew that Hee Long had thirty-three Demon Wolf Riders under his command. Hee Long led them for many years, invincible in battle, unbeatable in assault—many in Demon Beast City felt a chill in their hearts upon hearing about the Thirty-Three Demon Wolf Riders.

The Thirty-Three Demon Wolf Riders consisted of thirty-one members, and the remaining two were naturally Sky Wolf and Lonely Wolf, whom Wei Han had dispatched to protect Hee Xuan on his way up the mountain.

Hee Long was tall and burly, roughly 6’2" tall, dressed in black Samurai attire, with a bald head and a fierce appearance. His face was covered with dense scars, like earthworms wriggling across his skin.

Hee Long’s expression was icy as he swept his gaze over the fourteen Martial Artists and then onto Li Liuxin standing behind them. His expression changed subtly; he had not expected to encounter a four-star Martial King powerhouse here, whose Martial Arts Cultivation was even higher than his own.

Then Hee Long noticed the woman in white not far away and thought that she must be the one Wei Han had mentioned to him on the road, the disciple of the World’s No. One Alchemist, Qin Rufan—Yuel Wushuang.

And the man in blue next to her must be Yuel Wushuang’s guard.

He put aside those thoughts and asked the fourteen Martial Artists in a deep voice, "Where is your Young Captain?"

At this question, the hearts of the fourteen members of the Demon Wolf Mercenary Group shuddered, and ultimately, it was Lonely Wolf who spoke up, "Reporting to the Commander, the Young Captain has been killed!"

"What!" Hee Long’s eyes shot open, his visage growing even fiercer as he stepped forward, grabbed Lonely Wolf by the collar, lifted him off the ground, and roared, "Killed! Who killed him! What are you all good for! My son is dead, and you’re still alive for what!"

"Boom!" Suddenly, a loud blast erupted from nearby, and a blood-colored sea of fire dissipated, revealing a massive golden figure smashing into the ground—it was the Golden Eagle belonging to the Young Prince of the Golden Peng Royal Mansion, Jin Lin. The thundering sound was created by its collision with the ground.

Above the Golden Eagle, a young man holding the Blood Sword was descending. The youth held the Blood Sword in one hand and the face of another character in the other; the person was charred all over, with legs no longer visible.

Shi Feng landed, one foot on the neck of the Golden Eagle and the other trampling on its head.

"It’s him! The Young Prince of the Golden Peng Royal Mansion, Jin Lin!" Seeing this scene, Hee Long’s face changed dramatically as he exclaimed.

"Commander, look at that person," Wei Han, standing next to Hee Long, pointed toward a figure lying not far from Shi Feng and said.

"It’s him! Master Fengg Yunxiao, a Fourth-stage Technique Refining Master from the Skywind Sect!" Like the Martial Artists from the Demon Wolf Mercenary Group before him, Hee Long inhaled sharply.

"Commander, it was him! He’s the one who killed the Young Captain! And it was him who injured Master Fengg Yunxiao," a member of the Demon Wolf Mercenary Group quickly pointed to Shi Feng and told Hee Long.

"It’s him!" Hee Long’s eyes narrowed slightly, a murderous intent flashing in his gaze.

"Commander, this man has just been through a fierce battle. I can feel that the Primordial Power inside him is nearly depleted. Now is the best time to kill him," Wei Han suggested.

"Hmm." Hee Long nodded, casually tossing Lonely Wolf to one side of the ground, then shouted at Wei Han, "Wei Han, we strike together, cripple this bastard’s limbs, destroy his Dantian, and bring him back to headquarters to soak in a barrel of saltwater!"

"Yes!" Wei Han responded in a heavy tone, then immediately executed his movement technique, rushing together with Hee Long towards Shi Feng.

"You dare to break my legs, harm my Golden Eagle; you’re making an enemy of the Golden Peng Royal Mansion, an enemy of the entire Yunlai Empire. You will not die a good death! You surely won’t die well!" Jin Lin, grabbed by Shi Feng, roared furiously like a maddened crippled wild beast.

"Kid, to use my power so recklessly in battle, what a waste, such a waste. You’ve completely depleted my power." The Sacred Flame within Shi Feng began to protest, for the blood-colored sea of fire he had unleashed, though powerful, consumed a tremendous amount of energy.

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