Chapter 715: Chapter 33: In the Netherworld with My Heart in Xia
Qing Ge’s presumptuous smile finally ca to an abrupt halt.
Even if he was slow to catch on, at this mont he had noticed the disappearance of the Blood Sea, and the wild expression on his face began to change.
However, the response of the Integration Cultivator was much faster than his.
Although the Marquis of An Hai didn’t fully understand what this bizarre change was about, it was clearly evident that the Blood Sea, which had rendered him helpless, had dissipated.
With the Blood Sea gone, An Hai surged forth.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Marquis of An Hai quickly released his own An Hai Dao Domain.
Spiritual Light shone brightly, instantly enveloping Qing Ge within it.
Qing Ge was rely a Low-Ranking Demon General and hadn’t cultivated a Divine Demon Body.
A Demonic Cultivator without a Divine Demon Body, when facing a Dao Domain of an Integration Cultivator, could only be at their rcy!
Within the Dao Domain, An Hai ruled supre.
With a re thought, Qing Ge, engulfed by his An Hai Dao Domain, had no chance to struggle, as his body involuntarily moved towards the Marquis of An Hai.
He moved so swiftly that his figure blurred.
By the ti Qing Ge ca to his senses, he was already dangling in mid-air like a little chicken, held by the neck by the Marquis of An Hai, unable to move, and only his lips trembled ceaselessly, whether from fear or anger.
….
One sword to break a myriad of spells.
Even the overwhelming Blood Sea that only an Eighth Realm Cultivator could shatter, faced defeat and resentnt before the Spell Breaking strength of the Dragon Sparrow.
“In the end, I still need to rely on you, Yitian,” Lu Qingshan remarked as he swung his sword to break the spell, quickly retracting the Dragon Sparrow and praising inwardly.
Although both were Taoist Artifacts, at least for the ti being, in terms of practicality, Oblivion and Dragon Sparrow were simply not in the sa league.
Thus, even though both were his Life-bound Swords, how could he not favor the Dragon Sparrow?
“I’m glad I could be of help to young master,” Qin Yitian said in her gentle and lodic voice.
Whoosh!
Following the mighty disturbance caused by his sword shattering the Blood Sea, Lu Qingshan did not dare to linger on the warship any longer. He quickly stood up, left the bloodstained vessel, and flew towards the Marquis of An Hai.
This was a gesture seeking protection.
On a battlefield teeming with Sixth and Seventh Grade mbers of the Demon Race, if any demon reacted and, out of rage, decided to slay him first to vent their anger, he would have no place to reason.
The Marquis of An Hai, seeing Lu Qingshan flying toward him, glanced at him and imdiately understood Lu Qingshan’s intention.
However, upon seeing the unrestrained Demonic Qi rolling out from Lu Qingshan’s body, the corner of his eye couldn’t help but twitch uncontrollably.
Was this a case of dogs biting dogs, a fight within their own ranks?
The world was too crazy, with the rat being a bridesmaid for the cat.
Regardless, there was no doubt that Lu Qingshan broke the deadlock with a single sword strike.
So, even if the Marquis of An Hai still had many doubts about Lu Qingshan’s identity, he cooperated fully and unobtrusively, deploying his Dao Domain to cover Lu Qingshan and ensure his safety.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
It was at that mont that the Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators, who had temporarily taken a tactical retreat due to the self-destruction of a Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator, finally arrived beside the warship with eyes red with fury.
Alas, it was too late.
Above the sky, dark shadows abounded.
The Demonic Qi from these Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators boiled over, like a churning black ocean, enveloping the Marquis of An Hai and Tang Ze within it.
Faced with this terrifying scene, the Marquis of An Hai stood firm, a slight smile even appeared on his lips.
He was already confident of the outco.
At first, he wasn’t sure if Qing Ge’s identity was sufficient to compel the Demon Race to retreat.
But amidst Qing Ge’s overconfident chatter, he had received a very important piece of information—the bloodstained warship that could resist all attacks from Seventh Realm Cultivators ca from Qing Ge’s father.
That indicated that Qing Ge’s father was at least an Eighth Grade Demon Cultivator.
Qing Ge’s appearance also revealed his Bloodline—a War Demon.
The status of an Eighth Grade War Demon in the Abyss was well known to both the Human and Demon Races.
Qing Ge, as the highly-regarded offspring of an Eighth Grade War Demon, using his life to threaten these demons to retreat was definitely no issue.
This was verified by the fact that these Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators had them completely surrounded yet dared not act rashly.
“What do you want?” A Demon Cultivator covered in countless holes, seemingly the highest-ranking besides Qing Ge the Demon General, stepped forward, his triangled eyes glaring at the Marquis of An Hai, grinding his teeth as he suddenly spoke.
“Hmph!” The Marquis of An Hai saw this and rely scoffed.
No discernable action from him was seen when suddenly, a cold gleam ca into existence out of nowhere and flashed past the right arm of Qing Ge.
“Ah!” The next mont, a dull and piercing scream erupted from Qing Ge.
His right arm, adorned with dark golden patterns, and its accompanying silvery-gray armor, were forcibly severed.
From the amputation, dark blood mixed with a hint of dark gold flowed copiously, the scent of blood overwhelming.
Lu Qingshan, upon seeing this, his eyes flashed, seemingly having thought of sothing, and he deftly caught the falling severed arm of Qing Ge the Demon General.
This caused the Marquis of An Hai to glance slightly sideways, but he said nothing further.
“Stop!” Seeing this, the expressions of the Demon Cultivators changed drastically, filled with shock.
They were well aware that if Qing Ge died here, they would have to face the wrath of Ao Ren, the Demon Venerable.
“Imdiately order your troops to cease fire.” The Marquis of An Hai also tily ceased his actions, looking at the distant Demon Race army still attacking Falling Goose Pass, and commanded sternly.
“Quick, make them stop!” Qing Ge, though unable to move while being held by the neck, was still capable of speaking. He frantically yelled to the Demon Cultivators, his voice filled with desperation.
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