Chapter 55: Please Calm Down
Chapter 55: Please Calm Down
The swordsman floated in midair with a relaxed look on his face, seeming to have been waiting for a long time. Faint wisps of energy swirled around him, and he was wreathed in an unspeakable, bizarre aura. Meanwhile, the sword behind his back glowed with a faint red light.
Even if this group of black-clad cultivators had not seen much of the world, they could still recognize the aura of an expert. As a result, the ink-colored dragon chariot was forced to stop.
One of the cultivators flew out of the ranks and asked politely, "May I know my lord’s name and the reason for blocking our way?"
The swordsman slowly turned around. His sharp-featured face was smiling, but there was a strange feeling in that smile, vague and hard to explain. With his arms crossed, he spoke like a gentleman, "I’m sorry."
"Oh, so it is a misunderstanding. Alright, then," the cultivator cupped his fist and said, "Farewell."
Unfortunately, the swordsman did not get out of the way. He still wore the same smile while looking at the chariot and the group of cultivators.
"I’m sorry." He said the second time, and the atmosphere grew bizarre.
Then, the black-clad cultivators saw the sword on his back float up as streams of energy flowed out of his body to surround the blade. At the sight of it, the cultivator who flew out to speak widened his eyes and cried out, "Sword Devil? Abandon the chariot and run for your life!"
The black-clad cultivators moved as fast as lightning in all directions. However, the sword glowing with a faint red light split into two, four, and then eight, each shooting toward one cultivator.
A rain of swords pierced the group of cultivators as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood. The swordsman still wore the same smile and crossed his arms over his chest. After his sword left him, he had stopped looking at those cultivators.
"I’m sorry."
He said the third time. After that, his figure swayed and disappeared.
Meanwhile, in the great hall of Evil Sky Pavilion…
When he saw that his master seemed to be thinking about something, Mingshi Yin bowed and said, "Master, the cultivators of Fiend Temple have retreated. What should we do with the group of female cultivators from Derived Moon Palace?"
He was unsure of his master’s thinking now.
If it were in the past, the punishment would be death, because their leader, Ye Tianxin, had deserted the sect and betrayed the master.
Anyhow, Lu Zhou did not answer his question immediately but turned to look at Little Yuan’er.
The little girl was innocent and simple, but she would come out with dangerous thoughts at times. So, he wanted to test her. "What do you think we should do to them, Yuan’er?"
"Ah?" For a moment, Little Yuan’er was at a loss, and then she said in a low voice, "Why don’t we just kill them all?"
"Cough! Cough!" Mingshi Yin coughed and glanced guiltily at his little junior sister.
Lu Zhou shook his head and tapped her on the head with his hand.
"I know, Master…I’ll set them free now," said Little Yuan’er while smiling.
"When did I say I would let them go?"
"Ugh…"
At this point, Mingshi Yin cupped his fist and said, "Master, recently I have found that many parts in Evil Sky Pavilion have broken down, and many places need to be cleaned up and fixed as well. Why don’t we make them slaves and work for us?"