The Swordsman of the Gods

027. The Devil Art Part I

That night, the cult leaders gathered in the courtyard of Wang's residence.

One of the rebels was captured, now tied up. Whatever they asked him he never answered, even if they used violence. Until hitting, slashing the flesh and pulling his nails did not make him deterred.

His blood splashed everywhere. Make the page dirty. The leaders of the 7 Heavenly Cult were speechless to see the man being severely tortured by Wang Xian.

“Say where are you guys? And what are your plans? Say!” Wang Xian's tone of voice rose and there was no stopping him from throwing a punch.

“Heh, I won't tell you,” he said softly. He gritted his teeth then spat on Wang Xian's face.

“That's enough, Wang Xian. It's like that time. The times of rebellion are endless. They continue to do this in a short period of time.” Xie Xie spoke.

“What are you saying? We should get rid of this as soon as possible. We're not going to keep His Majesty waiting, are we?” zhao Yun.

“Absolutely. How many times this has happened. Although you did not kill or injure ordinary residents, but they still targeted His Majesty,” Li Bai said as he walked up to him.

The rebel was silent, his eyes never went out. That determination is clear and will not be easily lost just because tortured like this. He looked like he was hiding something in his mouth.

“Soaring!” Zhao Yun shifted Li Bai's body, he realized something. “You saved something bad, hey. Please don't slow down your child-like rebellious days,” Zhao Yun said, opening the man's jaw and taking something between his teeth.

“This is poison,” Zhao said.

Apparently this man attempted to commit suicide with a poison tucked between his molars. Well, that happens a lot of times. They also did not overreact because they knew this person would do it the same as in the past.

“I'm lucky to have such a sensitive friend. Let's get this over with as soon as possible. Isn't that right, Yongchun?” Wang Xian called out to him.

Yongchun nodded and walked towards them. Seeing what happened to this man, at least he was able to restrain himself. It was just that he felt a little scared when he knew there was something inside this man.

“Why? You repeatedly looked at him uneasily. Is there something with him?”

Basic brash man, Wang Xian easily guessed what Yongchun was thinking. Yongchun did not show his expression.

Yonghun let out a small laugh, he took a deep breath and threw it away. It was as if all the emotions he was able to muster, and Yongchun's gaze turned south.

“I feel a lot of hatred in the area there. Does anyone want to accompany me there? Because I thought, many rebels gathered in the area I designated,” Yongchun said.

“Before it ..”

The aura heard once more. The rebel man snorted in annoyance, the face he showed was not the same as before. Not the usual anger or hatred. This was already different, as if someone had penetrated into the man's body.

“Devil Art!” zhao Yun exclaimed, surprised. He stepped back by preparing to blow his iron.

The figure of the man had risen. Yongchun's two eyes felt a resonance in his jet-blackened aura.

As if the world had come to an end, Wang's residence was shrouded in blackness, all disappearing before him. The cult leaders were preparing for the position, about to attack from various sides to stop, this "Devil Art.

“You don't have to go forward for this trifle. Leave it to me, and you guys follow what Wang Yongchun wants now. Is it true what I said, Wang Xian?!” yell at Zhao with a loud voice.

“Yes! Yongchun knows where the other rebels are! Let's go before everything breaks to pieces!”

Without further ado, those other than Zhao Yun left the Wang residence.

Zhao Yun stayed alone, he faced the fragile body of the man and was inhabited by demons. Or rather, the man who used demonic arts, would die after destroying everything.

Sneering Zhao Yun he showed it wide while saying, “See this!” which then raised the fist until the wind made the man's body fly up.

Bruaks!

A loud bang sounded after Zhao Yun punched his ground. The power of the devil was away as if reluctant to approach.

“Hah, basically the demon arts are like humans. He also hated being fought all of a sudden!”

Back screaming cheered himself on. A wide smile and a fist floated once more after his host collapsed down.

It was seen that some bones were broken, his hands, feet and even his internal organs were definitely destroyed. Coupled with Zhao Yun's punch that made the host's head break to shapelessness.

The blood that came out was not fresh red anymore but the same black blood as demonic arts. From all sides, the spilled blood became a weapon and stabbed Zhao Yun who did not immediately stay away.

Cracks! Cracks!

“I really appreciate your struggle. But with demonic arts, what can you accomplish? Hey, my youngest follower.”

Zhao had gone crazy, still smiling in this kind of situation. Even talking as if he heard it.

Really, it doesn't make any sense!

Why does the head that is not there actually make it stronger? Yes, this is demonic art. Although this strong has gone too far, it is not worthy of the title as a true swordsman.

Lousy guy.

“Ugh, basic! Still as stubborn as its host, yes!”

Zhao Yun clasped the two arms of the man as black blood continued to cover his body. Making him seriously injured, the seepage of blood had already become an ocean between them.

“It's enough!” zhao Yun screams. Tearing both arms and kicking the body simultaneously.

Black power gushed out from his body and made half of Wang's residence fall apart.

Lucky no one was there. Other than the ones in the main residence.

The drap! The drap!

“What? They're doing it again?”

The two Wang cousins walked out of the main residence, shocked by what had happened right in their eyes. Half the building was destroyed in an instant.

“There are people there!”

“Don't come here! Quickly exit through the back road! It's dangerous!” zhao Yun chuckled at not letting the two Wang cousins get close again.

This fight is not over. In fact the demon arts were not easily destroyed even though Zhao Yun attacked him with all his might.

“It feels like I'm eating a whole lot of meat. It is hard to eat and not worth eating. But what pisses me off now is, this demon resembles the host it is riding on! How disrespectful!”

A body that was crushed with no hands and a head intact. The pool of blood of the owner of the body was made to condense into a weapon.

Zhao put on an incompatible smile with his angry expression. The wound was quite severe even though now the black power no longer covered his burly body.

Could Zhao Yun accept and reply to the attack of the demonic arts again?