The Legend of the Devil

Ch. 70 - The Dead Man Who Was Resurrected

The sound of the lacing sounded quite loud in the vast courtyard of the Ghost Jade Tower was greeted by the arrival of fifteen subordinates of the group, who were all present, they wore black cloth coverings on their faces and matching robes and grasped swords ready to fight.

It's finished. Xue Zhan had never expected to be in the most difficult situation like this. During the mission run as an intermediate swordsman all the missions he received were still within his limits, but this time he wasn't sure if he was able to overcome Jiazhen Yan, the Ghost Poet and fifteen enemies simultaneously.

Step back a little.

'If today I am still terrified of facing an enemy that is incomparable to the Red Fangs, then what use am I practicing?'

His heart cannot accept. But this situation was so difficult for him. With a half-squatted position holding the sword at his waist Xue Zhan focused his attention forward where the fifteen subordinates of the Ghost Jade Tower as well as Jiazhen Yan attacked compactly towards him.

'Calm down, don't think about anything and get this over with as soon as possible. Xiao Rong and Xian Shen might be in danger right now, his inner being again, he already felt that such a huge murderous air was coming from within the building of the Ghost Jade Tower.

"Take it and face me. Strike a life-rowing angel if you want to kill me!" he shouted loudly, in an instant the fight happened so fierce.

With a sword in his hand Xue Zhan slashed his slant but the enemy was quicker to dodge his attack, a sword blow entered from behind the neck where his blind spot was. The young man twisted his steps and kicked the person's chest until he was pushed down by three other warriors.

Still in a state of being ganged up, Jiazhen Yan came over and made the ground where they stood filled with flames. In the blink of an eye the place burned with its trees.

Jiazhen Yan studied closely, not seeing his opponent enter the fire trap and instead realized someone was jumping high in the air and rising among the branches of the trees.

Xue Zhan leaped up and twisted his body avoiding the slash that almost hit his leg, the enemy followed up to the top of the tree. That's certainly very troublesome. Yet all this time Xue Zhan had spent a lot of time training in the wilderness and mastered the fighting situation within it.

The white sword in Xue Zhan's hand cut through a thick enough branch, he came down from the tree and kicked the branch towards the enemy. Tearing down two people in a landslide, unexpectedly from behind Jiazhen Yan appeared prepared to use a stance that was still refined by him during these two years.

Xue Zhan was so remembered with that stance, The Sun-Splitting Sword. The moves that made his sword blade would exceed the hottest temperature of any fire.

Jiazhen Yan has never shown that style directly and when he saw it, Xue Zhan was increasingly convinced that his friend had a thousand dangerous moves that could destroy anyone if he was angry.

The boiling iron flashed in front of Xue Zhan's chest, his cloak sleeves were slightly cut off then fell on fire on the ground. Xue Zhan stopped looking at the pieces of his clothes and went back to the fight. Jiazhen Yan was unwilling to give her the space to catch her breath and still attacked.

"Hey awake!" snapped it.

Free, from a distance the Poet Ghost still plays his soy sauce and controls his friend. Xue Zhan could not do much, Jiazhen Yan's sword moved over his head to behead.

His hand was instantly raised, holding Jiazhen Yan's sword by crossing her own sword overhead. Xue Zhan retreated releasing his sword from the enemy sword quickly. A moment made Jiazhen Yan waver.

Xue Zhan again struck the sword from below even harder, this time Jiazhen Yan retreated a few steps.

"Our friends are in danger! We have to save them!"

The Poet Ghost appeared, he floated up from the top of the trees and descended slowly setting his feet. That graceful step was accompanied by the sound of such a soft passage. Xue Zhan stared at the Ghost Poet, grumbling his teeth.

"You'll never be able to beat him before you can hit me. But in order to get rid of me you have to get rid of your best friend first. Isn't that useless?"

He tilted his head with a concerned look. "You're just gonna end up being a corpse like all of them."

Xue Zhan looked at the warriors with all-enclosed faces, the one who had been stabbed to death was still able to stand up and fight as before. From the very beginning Xue Zhan realized there was something wrong with all of them but did not expect those humans to be resurrected dead people.

He had heard the news about one of the books that contained how to raise a dead human, the forbidden book should have been obliterated but some rumors circulated that the book was not completely obliterated.

Realizing the situation now, Xue Zhan knew that all of this would have no end. Xue Zhan tightened his grip on the sword, gulped and felt deadlocked. His breathing was breathless and the rest of his inner energy was not much more. It would not be enough to face them all alone.

The triumphant smile on the face of the Poet Ghost was a defeat blow to him. Xue Zhan was unwilling to accept this defeat, he came forward wanting to fight again but in the end his steps were restrained.

His own body had gotten quite a lot of injuries, the drops of blood still soaked his palm that he had just forced to hold the sharp thread of the zither belonging to the Poet Ghost. It will get worse if it is not healed immediately.

The woman played her pointy finger in the hair, looking for answers by looking at Xue Zhan who was beginning to despair. "I've played with you enough."

"Last offer, die or be my servant?"

The voice softened, Xue Zhan's two eyebrows went down not knowing what to choose. Equally unfavorable, he let out a trembling sound.

"If I turn myself in, will my friends survive?"

Desperate enveloped the young man until the Ghost Poet gave a small chuckle.

"You poor handsome boy, still want to help your friends? Well if that's your request, because you're a good boy I'll let them go. But that girl surnamed Wen stays with us."

"No-" His voice was stifled, "We have to complete this mission. I'd rather die on a mission than come home with a defeat."

Xue Zhan only had his only choice; saving his friends. This sacrifice would definitely make Jiazhen Yan go berserk when she regained consciousness. The Ghost Poet thought for a moment to weigh the bidding from Xue Zhan.

"Welcome or not the girl depends on you. Once we're done with him we intend to kill him. But if you want to save that girl, maybe I'll pity her a little."

Xue Zhan looked down. There's no choice. On the other hand the Ghost Poet knew that after all, if he became Xue Zhan himself would take the only remaining option.