The Demon’s Menu
Chapter 1041: Demon Blade=? (2)

The wandering Onmyoji stammered.

The sword-bearing leader was startled.

Then, a look of surprise and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Truly a fool!"

"To risk yourself just to save others!"

"But this so-called Master of Tongshou Temple is indeed weak."

"Rumors had it, they even found a successor named Jason. You are so weak; that Jason is probably worse than trash, just something rubbish-like, right?"

The sword-bearing leader flicked his wrist.

The blood on the blade dropped to the ground, revealing the blade as shiny as new.

Then, he aimed directly at the wandering Onmyoji and thrust.

The sword tip aimed at the wandering Onmyoji’s throat.

Just as fierce and accurate as before.

The wandering Onmyoji couldn’t avoid it.

Seeing the blade getting closer, the Onmyoji gritted his teeth, and once again, a stack of talisman papers appeared in his hand, even if he was to die, he had to inflict considerable damage on his opponent.

With such resolve, the wandering Onmyoji waited for the moment his throat would be penetrated.

The opponent’s sword move was too strong!

So strong that he could only wait for the moment his throat was pierced to make his move!

It’s close!

The blade is getting closer!

The wandering Onmyoji clenched the talisman papers!

Just as he felt a stabbing pain in his throat, the wandering Onmyoji raised his hand, ready to shoot the talisman papers.

But the opponent’s blade was faster.

The thrusting blade turned into a diagonal slash.

The air hissed as it was cut by the blade.

A blood mark instantly appeared on the right wrist of the wandering Onmyoji.

The blade hadn’t reached yet.

The pressure alone had wounded the wandering Onmyoji.

More importantly, with such an injury, the hand the wandering Onmyoji had raised uncontrollably faltered.

It’s over!

Can I not even make the opponent suffer?

Desperation rose in the heart of the wandering Onmyoji.

The sword-bearing leader, seeing the wandering Onmyoji’s despair, let out that mocking laugh again.

"Heh, ridiculous."

"Would I be harmed by an ant?"

"Go die!"

The cold sneer was filled with murderous ferocity.

The sword moves of the sword-bearing leader got even faster.

The opponent had planned to sever He Tai’s wrist and then disconnect him at the waist in a flowing motion.

Beheading?

No, no, no.

Such a way to die was too easy for He Tai.

The opponent wanted screams!

Screams of agony and pain!

Only then would he and his blade be satisfied.

The old monk from Tongshou Temple in the Sutra Depository started to run outside.

Although he had already estimated the opponent’s strength, the strength displayed by the opponent was stronger than expected.

No good!

Running like this is too slow!

He must...

The eyes of the old monk from Tongshou Temple narrowed, and a faint golden light radiated from his body.

Roar!

A deep roar rose from his body.

But, the next moment, it abruptly stopped.

Because, a hand had grasped the blade.

Just as the blade was about to reach He Tai’s wrist, a broad palm seized the blade.

Hiss!

The sound of metal cutting filled the air and sparks flew everywhere.

The wild wind stopped as if it had hit a mountain.

The sharpness dulled as if it had penetrated a rock.

The sword-bearing leader was shocked.

He instinctively tried to pull the sword back.

But the blade captured by that hand was rooted to the ground, immovable.

Moreover, an even greater force was transmitted from that palm.

It seemed as if the blade was about to be pulled away from him.

The sword-bearing leader gripped the sword handle tightly.

"Let go!"

The opponent yelled, straining his arms while kicking towards the owner of the hand.

Bang!

The lifted foot was blocked.

Their foot collided.

The sword-bearing leader felt as if he had kicked a steel pillar, not only causing his foot to ache, but the opponent’s foot also kicked back.

This time, the sword-bearing leader had to let go of the sword in his hand.

He couldn’t bear to receive that kick.

Whoosh!

Standing on one foot, the sword-bearing leader rapidly retreated four or five meters.

Only when the distance was widened did he see clearly the person who had stopped his blade.

Tall, strong, with a rugged and imposing appearance.

Particularly that height and strength, which involuntarily made one wonder whether his lineage was even human.

"Who are you?"

The Sword Bearer, having lost his sword, retracted his previous disdain and became cautious.

"Jason."

With that reply, Jason, who had just returned, stepped forward, emerging from the shadows and bathed in the moonlight.

Under the clear moonlight, Jason picked up the sword in his hand and looked at it.

Sharp, bright.

It should be a fine weapon.

However, compared to the long sword in his hand, he was more concerned about another sword at the opponent’s waist.

The scent of ’food’!

Although not clear, as if masked by something, Jason could still smell it.

Reversing the handle, Jason tossed the long sword to Hui Lijing standing nearby.

The female detective caught the blade with one hand and began to carefully retreat.

"Jason?"

After hearing Jason’s response, the leader scrutinized Jason again.

Especially Jason’s palms.

No blood was flowing.

There weren’t even any scratches.

All that was there was unblemished skin.

"Vajra Body?"

The leader spoke up.

Jason did not reply.

He did not have the habit of replying to enemies, just as this arrogant leader would not genuinely listen to another’s response. Right after his words fell, he began to mutter to himself.

"That’s fine."

"With you as the sacrifice."

"My sword will surely reach a new level."

While muttering to himself, his right hand reached for another sword.

Just as he grasped the other sword.

His body began to shake.

It shook as if he was drunk.

Or as if he was drowsy.

Crick, crack.

Fine red lightning appeared on the hilt of the sword.

The sword was not yet drawn.

Yet an oppressive, sharp aura had already begun emanating.

At the spot where the Sword Bearer stood, fine cracks started appearing on the bluestone ground.

"Devil, Demon Blade!"

"It’s a Demon Blade!"

"Don’t let him draw the sword!"

"It’s the Demon Blade!"

He Tai, having realized it belatedly, shouted out loud, his complexion unprecedentedly pale and solemn.

The wandering Onmyoji had never imagined he would encounter a Demon Blade here.

These blades known as ’Demon Blades’ were once Renowned Blades, but due to coincidental circumstances, they became akin to monster-like beings, neither alive nor dead.

All they possessed was carnage!

Only the draining of life!

Only the thirst for blood!

Anyone who held a Demon Blade would have their mind corroded by it.

Eventually, all would become mindless killers.

Yet, the Demon Blade also brought immense strength.

It was a shortcut to gaining power.

Normally, people could refuse.

But under special circumstances, it was hard to refuse.

After all, nobody could guarantee what circumstances one might face that would require the power of the Demon Blade.

And once started, there was no stopping.

Just like the illusions created by mandrakes.

In the illusion, there is joy.

In reality, it is cruel.

But no matter what, a person holding a Demon Blade would definitely be extraordinarily powerful.

This is certain.

Thus, the wandering Onmyoji was very nervous.

But Jason was completely calm.

The female detective standing outside the hall was also unhurried.

The old Monk of Tongshou Temple inside the hall was also serene.

The female detective and the old Monk of Tongshou Temple believed in Jason.

Jason?

From the rich scent of ’food,’ he gauged the opponent’s strength.

He could handle it.

And with plenty to spare.

Therefore, Jason was not in a hurry.

More importantly, his attention was on those lurking around.

Yes!

Besides these people, there were other watchers around Tongshou Temple!

Undoubtedly, the ’Fear’ flag held more attraction than imagined.

The Sword Bearer clearly felt Jason’s distraction. Just as he was about to act, his anger burst forth.

He drew his sword.

Clang!

The sword blade unsheathed, resonating continuously.

As if, the wind chimes.

The Sword Bearer whispered low—

"Listen, to the light whisper of the divine wind!"

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