The Demon’s Menu
Chapter 1040: Demon Blade=?

He Tai’s roar echoed through the small temple.

A dozen or so people appeared out of nowhere, showing disdain as they wielded their weapons and began to approach.

Inside the Sutra Depository, the old Monk of Tongshou Temple sighed softly, manipulating another doppelganger to prepare to take a hit for He Tai.

To this point, the old Monk of Tongshou Temple still had not grasped the ins and outs of the situation.

But this leader.

No!

To be precise, he recognized one of the two swords at the leader’s waist.

Even at a distance of tens of meters, he could feel the aura emanating from it.

Gloomy, frenzied.

Demon Blade!

The old Monk of Tongshou Temple was very certain.

Just uncertain of which Demon Blade it might be.

Thinking this in his heart, the old Monk controlled another doppelganger and watched the scene unfold.

"Finish him off."

The leader spoke casually, his left hand resting nonchalantly on the two long swords, his eyes filled with a scorn that was almost tangible.

It was as if He Tai was not worth mentioning.

As a matter of fact, He Tai’s performance far exceeded anyone’s imagination.

Within moments of the attackers closing in, they fell into disarray.

Fireballs flew one after another.

Each one hitting the attackers hard.

And He Tai himself, with agile steps and a lithe figure, weaved through the attackers, effortlessly dodging their passes.

About two minutes later, all those who had charged were down.

All of them blackened and with eyes rolled back, unconscious.

However, not one had lost their breath.

All were still alive.

"Heh, what trash."

The leader, a young man with a flippant look in his eyes, sneered.

His gaze first swept over the people on the ground, then landed on He Tai.

The meaning was implicit.

It wasn’t just the people on the ground he was calling trash.

It was also He Tai, who had achieved victory but remained mercifully soft.

Huh!

He Tai didn’t argue with the other, just took a deep breath.

Everyone has their own set of principles for conducting themselves.

He was no exception.

If he could avoid killing, he would not kill.

While this made his tasks more difficult, it made him feel that he was still human, not a machine that would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Maybe I’m not a good person, but I still want to be human.

With this belief, He Tai strived to revive his family.

He would not change his beliefs for anyone’s words.

Not in the past.

Not now.

And not in the future...

"Get out!"

Breathing out, He Tai’s eyes were firmer and brighter than before.

Talisman Papers flew from his hand like arrows, accompanied by muffled bangs, turning into bursts of fire in midair, enveloping the leader in flames.

The flame rose.

The heat spread.

The figure of the leader disappeared in the flames in an instant.

But He Tai did not relax for even a moment.

As soon as the leader was surrounded by flames, a sense of foreboding rose in He Tai’s heart.

As an Onmyoji, He Tai had an extraordinary sense of perception.

And the experience from battles only accumulated more experience for him.

Therefore, as soon as the unpleasant feeling arose in He Tai’s heart, the wandering Onmyoji flickered to the side.

Whoosh!

A gale howled.

Just as He Tai had completed his evasion, a ferocious wind blew.

The fireball was extinguished in an instant by the fierce wind, and a sharp gust passed by He Tai.

He Tai didn’t make contact with this gust.

But the sharpness made his skin sting.

The cloak on his body was torn to shreds.

Blood seeped, the pain spreading from his left arm.

But He Tai paid no attention to these details; he looked down at the ground of the temple’s courtyard.

On the hard bluestone ground, a crack one finger wide extended from He Tai’s side to the steps in front of Tongshou Temple’s main hall.

"Sword, Sword Qi?!"

He Tai’s face changed, crying out in alarm.

Swordsmen have the easiest time entering the Inside World.

But just entering.

Such entry signifies little more than cannon fodder.

To truly gain a foothold, one needs impressive techniques.

And ’Sword Qi’ is a clear marker.

Being able to wield Sword Qi signifies a certain level for a Swordsman.

Even demons would not underestimate it.

After all, many demons were slain by ’Sword Qi.’

That’s why Swordsmen of this era were called—

Masters of the Blade!

The person in front was actually a Master of the Blade?!

He Tai thought with surprised uncertainty, as the man who swung the sword began to sneer again.

"What? Surprised?"

"Do you think I’m like those insignificant ones?"

"Or maybe..."

"You think you could dodge my second strike!"

The sword-wielding leader stomped on the ground the moment his words ended and, like an arrow, charged towards He Tai.

He Tai shot out Talisman Papers, trying to block the attacker.

But it was to no avail.

The oppressive force of the sword movement, along with the wind it created, shredded the Talisman Papers before they could even form fireballs.

What’s more, the sword-wielding leader was too fast.

Faster than He Tai had anticipated.

So fast that He Tai barely had time to react.

He Tai couldn’t react in time.

But the old Monk of Tongshou Temple who had been preparing for a long time did react.

Thud!

With the sound of a familiar collision, the old Monk of Tongshou Temple knocked He Tai aside.

And the Monk himself was split in two.

Blood scattered.

The hot blood splashed onto He Tai’s face.

He Tai stood there in a daze.

"Master, Master?"

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