The Legend of the Devil

Ch. 83 - Four Swords

"What can I do but apologize to you, Master? I can only screw things up. Just like when Lin Yu Mei's family supported me. I brought disaster on them and made them lose their lives. I'm a really shit kid." A bitter laugh rang out from him, under the raindrops that Xue Zhan already had no strength left to fight. Either way he will die. But he will still fight, until the last blood point.

Hundreds of foot-streaking sounds pointed at him while brandishing the weapon. Behind those warriors, Ziran Zhao along with his bodyguards witnessed the day that the last demon was exterminated. He raised his face, Xue Zhan looked back at that face.

"Thank you for forgiving me, Your Majesty. I have failed you. I deserve all of this."

Dozens of sword eyes slashed through Xue Zhan's body, dozens more hitting and kicking until he was dragged far enough towards the edge of the abyss. Xue Zhan held back with all his might. He's shed a lot of blood.

His ears were ringing, his gaze blurred as blood continued to flow from the crowns of his head entering his eyelids. He could no longer hear the discordant voices around him.

Xue Zhan fell on all fours on the rock, his blood flowing on the dozens of swordsmen who finished him off back then. The young man bathed in a pool of his own blood, but was still able to survive.

The 12th elder of the Eternal Valley came and stuck a sword into Xue Zhan's stomach. Making the young man jumped for a moment until the sword was pulled back.

"Death!!!"

The cry echoed all over and was greeted by a fierce thunderbolt. Puddles of blood mixed with heavy rain. Xue Zhan started to lose consciousness, his fingers still trying to drag his body started to stop moving.

"Stop all of you, motherfucker!" shouted someone at the moment Xue Zhan started dying.

Jiazhen Yan used his greatest fire power to make the warriors retreat. Followed by two friends who stood behind the young man while staring at the entire face.

"What the fuck are you guys?"

One of them questioned, again the demon had a defender who was willing to sacrifice himself like Kang Jian did. Though they were sure that the three young men knew the consequences they would have if they sided with a defector like Xue Zhan.

"Do not make foolish sacrifices to the one who will die ... You're just going to die silly," ringist Xue Zhan couldn't think of if one day his friends lost everything for helping him today. Instead of realizing it, they were getting stubborn.

"My friend, we haven't known him for long. But I assume you've been like a brother I've known since birth."

Xian Shen did not care about his family's good name, "Actually I was also forced to come here."

Xue Zhan tried to get up looking directly at the young men in front of him, his face was bruised here and there and one of his eyes had trouble seeing because of the blue swell.

"Go back, Young Master Shen. I know you guys are good friends. So stop-"

"I wasn't forced by anyone. I was forced by my own heart. Maybe we used to just take the Intermediate Swordsman Exam. But now it's a real test. Test of Friendship between the four of us."

Xiao Rong. "Well remember your words first? If one of us fails, then all will fail. And if one of us suffers then we will all suffer."

"It's different! Do you want to die with a smeared name, if you can live forever you cannot return as a respected swordsman. This is not a fair price!"

Xiao Rong pulled the collar of Xue Zhan's shirt, dejecting him from hitting his friend because Xue Zhan himself looked like he would faint if only a gale would hit him.

"Don't say much! Use your muscles to fight!"

Xue Zhan throttled, he regulated deep breathing as best he could. In the midst of this precarious situation, it was unexpected that the three bastards even slowed his death. Xue Zhan couldn't let his friends die being killed by the person who had intended to kill him.

Thin white smoke shot out from his mouth, Xue Zhan exerted his strength to aid in the process of self-recovery. Although not much help but at least he is still able to stand up and just fend off the opponent's attack.

"Thus ... The three of you, Young Master Shen, Young Master Jiazhen and Young Swordsman Rong have already agreed to become a defector like your demon friend, Xue Zhan?"

Ziran Zhao confirmed in a firm voice. The three nodded as they said, "We don't mind."

"You will receive the most grievous punishment after this. Don't expect your family to help you when this is all over." The man nodded back and exclaimed.

"Strike them all!"

The fire spread to the eight corners of the wind, in the midst of the torrential rain the Jiazhen Yan Flame could still ignite with its heat. Xiao Rong's black threads wrapped around and killed the opponent quickly, Xian Shen himself used a sword to fend off all incoming attacks from all sides.

One sword slid down heavily in front of Xue Zhan's face. The young man felt a pain that was so painful that he fell to his knees. Didn't see a gun aiming for his head.

Instantly before the sword fell splitting its cranium, Xian Shen held it down with a sword, holding it back, Xiao Rong wrapped around the body of Chairman Chang from the Eternal Valley who was about to harm his friend and Jiazhen Yan blocked all the warriors who were approaching Xue Zhan.

That position left some elders dumbfounded. The friendship bond between the four young men was quite amazing, they did not believe a demon like Xue Zhan was able to create such a close relationship where people willingly risked their lives to defend him.

But mistakes were still mistakes, Xue Zhan had killed and harmed humans. He deserved a worthy death.

The sword slash did not hit Xue Zhan but managed to cut off one necklace tucked under his cloak. The necklace was thrown far enough down Jiazhen Yan's feet who turned his head slowly.

Just a moment ago when Xue Zhan stopped by the halfway house to pick up some of his items left behind there, Xue Zhan rediscovered his mother's relic box and some valuables there. One of them is a necklace with a red jewel. He had not had time to see it because of the rush and chased by Yin Jiao.

Jiazhen Yan picked up the object, the look on his face slowly changed and it was difficult to interpret. Xue Zhan had never seen that expression on Jiazhen Yan's face, even once. His face was pale, pale. But also filled with pent-up anger.

"This song ..." Jiazhen Yan took out her snow gem necklace. Inside the clear gem was a transparent name inscription that could only be seen if it looked carefully.