The Legend of the Devil

Ch. 72 - The Sword Splits the Sun

Xian Shen cursed half to death, Xiao Rong protected him who could not even protect himself. Now Xiao Rong was lifted on the shoulders of the Ghosts and the girl who was the goal of their mission was also in great danger. He pulled out a fierce shaking sword. His breath was only a few.

Xian Shen relied on the sword, his steps revolving as light as the wind and swiftly releasing the sword swing to the side of the enemy.

The sword hit the iron armor on the Ghost Slaughterer's arm. The iron was not scratched at all and the Ghosts of Penggerogot were still unmoved from their original place.

Suddenly the hand of the Ghost Gnawed clasped his head with just one hand, Xian Shen's skull was like being crushed. In the midst of his arrest, Xian Shen had hit the other Ghost Scouts hand and released Xiao Rong. His friend fell down, Xian Shen screeched.

"Come on!"

Xiao Rong held his own hand that was filled with blood wounds, snapping back.

"Where can I run!"

"Run and think of a way to save us later! Rather than the three of us dying, one of us would rather survive! This mission is already impossible to overcome!" xian Shen screams, blood pouring down his temple. The hands of the Ghost Gnawing were getting harder and harder at him.

"Bring Xue Zhan and Jiazhen Yan away! This is not an order, but an obligation!"

Xiao Rong who was the leader of this team tightened his grip on his wrist that was stabbed quite deeply. It was unacceptable for Xian Shen to force him to leave while his friend would be killed in a moment.

Xiao Rong closed his eyes for a moment, remembering Emperor Li, saying softly, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. For the moment ... I will probably break your orders and use more than twenty percent of this dark force."

Xiao Rong knew the consequences if he used that power more than twenty percent.

From the very beginning he was born until his current age, Xiao Rong had killed many people when his strength was out of control.

The power of darkness was the rarest kind of power that indiscriminately could possess. But that doesn't mean that power is pride. By the time Xiao Rong lost control of the power it would have enslaved and consumed his healthy mind. Making Xiao Rong go crazy and kill anyone around him, even killing himself.

Therefore, at the age of five, Emperor Li came to pick up the calamity and gave a nanny to watch the child's growth and perform one of the rituals to control the Son of Darkness. The only thing Xiao Rong believed in long ago was that woman. Although he was aware, Emperor Li often used it as a combat tool only.

People are never really sincere about him. But hypocrisy is better than people who deliberately throw it away.

At that young age, Emperor Li summoned top-notch experts to seal eighty percent of Xiao Rong's strength. For his safety and self-respect. Emperor Li saved Xiao Rong from the hands of the humans who were about to kill him, if Xiao Rong caused chaos everyone would definitely question his decision.

There was an impact to be borne if it tore the seal within his body, he would probably lose himself the moment the entire dark force came out. It was possible to destroy this one Cursed Demon Forest and even injure his own companions. Xiao Rong no longer cared about it, he had no other choice and immediately tore his thumb finger to create an unsealing spell within his body.

His blood floating in the air formed a spell carving, suddenly a sword cut the blood until it broke and someone rebuked him hard.

"Don't do it, goddamn it!"

Jiazhen Yan appeared with Xue Zhan from behind him and instantly the two of them flapped the body of the Gnawing Ghost using two legs until the man bounced far into the wall which was instantly shattered by his huge body.

Xiao Rong could not believe it. "What about the Poet's Ghost?"

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Dozens of enemies surrounded Xue Zhan and Jiazhen Yan from various sides. They can't escape anymore.

Xue Zhan retreated, behind him struck the back of Jiazhen Yan who also retreated.

"Not yet."

Jiazhen Yan momentarily smiled. He set his sights on the Poet Ghost.

"Thanks to you Old Grandma, I've finally mastered the techniques I've worked so hard to refine these two years. You make it easy humbly. But unfortunately I won't thank an ugly Old Granny like you!"

Xue Zhan was silent for a moment, noticing Jiazhen Yan had managed to master the technique passed down by her father as a direct descendant of their clan. One of the hardest and greatest moves that made the Jiazhen clan stand out, the Sword of Splitting the Sun.

There was one piece that Jiazhen Yan did not succeed in finding during those years of training. Yet the Ghost Poet who possessed a higher martial art managed to control it his body to unleash that stance perfectly. The memory was still recorded in Jiazhen Yan's brain.

In those three sharp and hot sword slashes, the five enemies were cut in half like they were cutting a leaf. Jiazhen Yan pulled the enemy towards him and let Xue Zhan be in a safe place.

Only in such crucial moments could the two of them understand each other, Xue Zhan did his part as quickly as possible.

The Ghost Poet intended to harm Jiazhen Yan with a string thread that the young man could not see, but from the other side Xue Zhan threw a disc and disconnected the thread. Makes Ghost Poets wrathful.

Xue Zhan would not give any more calculations, he dashed so fast that the Ghost Poet lost taking action.

But the woman's face was only slightly scratched, blood started to come out from her white skin. His finger touched the blood and licked it.

"I told you before. You'll never hit me."

Xue Zhan put back his sword still turned his back on the Poet Ghost, the sound of the sword being inserted into the handle of the sword and his speech becoming the ending.

"I'm more worried about this you can't say anything anymore."

The cross wind was translucent on the skin of the Poet Ghost's face, so sharp and strong that in the blink of an eye it cut through to his skull bone.

"The Dance of the Wind Sword?! Are you the" his words came to a halt as the strong wind cut his face in half and fell rolling on the ground. Seen parts of the brain and the contents of his head are still throbbing, splashes of blood sticking high above the woman's head that has been cut off.

As Xue Zhan turned his head around to look at the Poet Ghost, a splash of blood drenched his face.

If it was his enemy, Xue Zhan would not hesitate to cut it into pieces. The woman's fingers moved, her body convulsed for a moment until she finally did not move anymore.

"Dead Poet's ghost?"

Jiazhen Yan was startled, his breath cut off. He unleashed an attack that had the subordinates of the Ghost Jade Tower thrown away then immediately followed Xue Zhan watching himself as his friend finished off the head of one of the Ghosts from the Ghost Jade Tower.

He saw his friend bathed in blood with dark eyes like never before.

"You killed him?"