O43novel Chapter 913: Likes to Do Things According to the Rules
Chapter 913: Likes to Do Things According to the Rules
With that single sword strike.The two Peak Battle Masters who had been fighting each other stopped.
The gazes of over a dozen guides all focused over here.
With Li Qingran as the center, a fifty-meter radius was a pure land. Beyond fifty meters, corpses lay scattered, and blood flowed like a river, floating shields.
Chen Huaian had no intention of giving these Battle Masters any chance to catch their breath from the moment he struck.
Wherever that violent Sword Qi whirlwind passed, it was as if it had been ravaged by a meat grinder.
The ground was covered in dense, crisscrossing sword marks, the earth was torn open, rocks were shredded...
And those Battle Masters caught in the Sword Qi storm were even minced into meat paste, smeared across the ground in patches like a layer of meat film, one blob here, another blob there.
Chen Huaian took out a strip of white gauze and covered Li Qingran's eyes.
The scene was too bloody; he wouldn't pollute his little disciple's pure eyes with it.
Seeing that the guides and the two Peak Battle Masters were all looking this way, he pondered for a moment, then feigned a cough:
"Ahem... Ninth Battle Technique... ahem... Tornado Destroys Parking Lot."
No one responded.
Only the sound of wind and ocean waves remained.
The island fell into an eerily quiet state.
The Sword Qi storm still hadn't completely dissipated in the sky above the island.
The pupils of the two Peak Battle Masters constricted simultaneously.
The blood splattered on their faces during their fight was still warm, yet the bone-chilling cold crawling out from their marrow at this moment was piercingly sharp.
They exchanged a glance.
No words were needed; they understood each other's meaning in an instant.
Whoosh, whoosh—!
Two afterimages suddenly tore through the air, pouncing from the left and right towards the white-dressed girl with her eyes covered.
Battle Qi boiled like two frenzied Fierce Beasts, the ground cracking section by section wherever they passed.
They understood clearly: if they didn't deal with this mysterious girl and that strange Battle Soul of hers, they would both die.
Might as well temporarily join forces first, then settle their score after killing the girl.
"Perfect delivery!"
These two charging forward saved him the trouble of going over there.
He tilted his body slightly, his left foot taking a half-step forward—as if casually stepping aside to avoid a fallen leaf.
When the fist wrapped in ice from the Battle Master on the left was three inches away from the back of Li Qingran's heart, he saw a pair of calm eyes.
The next second.
He saw a fist, entwined with silvery light, protruding from his own chest.
"First Battle Technique!"
A cold, indifferent voice exploded by his ear.
"Black Tiger, Plucks the Heart!"
Boom—!
His body froze mid-air for an instant, like a moth pinned in place.
Then, fine cracks spread from the penetrating wound on his chest, crawling all over his body like a spiderweb.
He opened his mouth, the fear of death making him instinctively want to cry out, but he was ultimately a beat too slow.
A violent surge of Sword Qi erupted outward from that fist.
His entire body instantly shattered into tens of millions of pieces finer than sand, his armor, bones, and the Battle Qi that hadn't yet dissipated all swept away by the wind.
Only a few wisps of bloody mist still bloomed a faint red under the sunlight.
The Peak Battle Master charging from the right happened to witness the entire process of his opponent being pulverized.
His momentum, having transformed into a golden-furred giant wolf, abruptly stiffened, his wolf claws scraping against the ground with a piercing screech.
The killing intent on his face instantly vanished, leaving only the most primal fear.
He turned, tucked his tail, Battle Qi exploding into a wave of air beneath his feet, his entire body shooting backward—
However, in his field of vision, that blurry white figure twisted and instantly disappeared.
"Second Battle Technique! Crow Takes Flight!"
A faint voice came from above his head.
He looked up.
The tread pattern of a boot sole blotted out the sky.
BOOM————!!!
The entire island sank downward.
With the point where that foot landed as the center, a ring of violent airwaves exploded outward in a circle, flattening all the corpses, rubble, and weapons within a fifty-zhang radius.
Wherever the airwaves passed, the ground was forcibly pressed down by three chi, forming a massive depression with neat edges.
At the center of the ring-shaped crater, that boot lightly lifted and stepped back onto the ground.
At the bottom of the pit, only a bottomless footprint remained, its edges smooth as a mirror, faintly emitting blue smoke.
Apart from that, there were no other traces.
Wind carrying dust slowly drifted across the center of the island.
Chen Huaian had already returned to a position half a step behind Li Qingran, his white clothes still pristine, not even the hem of his robe disturbed.
He tucked his hands into his sleeves, slightly lowered his head, pretending to be a Battle Soul being controlled by Li Qingran.
Silence.
Those 13 guides seemed frozen in place.
Some had their mouths open, their jaws forgotten to close.
Some still held crystals recording the battle situation in their hands; now those crystals were slipping from their stiff fingers, clattering as they shattered in the bloody mud.
Gulp—!
The lead guide's Adam's apple bobbed up and down once.
Cold sweat slid from his forehead into the corner of his eye, stinging sharply, yet he didn't even dare to blink.
The entire island was left with only the mournful wailing of wind passing through the trenches of sword marks.
"Husband, why is there no sound anymore?" Li Qingran tilted her head. Even though her eyes were covered with gauze, it didn't hinder her from sensing Chen Huaian's position.
"All taken care of."
Chen Huaian waved his sleeve.
The silver-white Sword Qi that hadn't yet dissipated at the horizon swept back, plowing the ground once more, burying all the corpses and blood plasma underground, and filling in the large footprint as well.
Come next spring, the plants here would surely grow luxuriantly.
After the scent of blood in the air was carried away by the sea breeze.
Chen Huaian gently removed the gauze from Li Qingran's eyes.
Li Qingran looked around, not asking why those Battle Masters had disappeared.
Her gaze fell on the reception team in front of the Teleportation Array, and she said indifferently, "Can I enter Demon Tower City now?"
The lead guide was stunned for a moment, then snapped back to reality, forcing a dry laugh, "Of course, you may enter the Teleportation Array now."
"Oh." Li Qingran led Chen Huaian to the front of the Teleportation Array.
The thirteen guides hastily cleared a path, keeping their distance from Li Qingran.
"Oh, right, the soul tablet."
Li Qingran took out a gray wooden tablet. The tablet seemed to be shrouded in gray mist, with scarlet blood characters condensing on it, eventually forming the number 'ninety-eight'.
According to the rules of Demon Island, one needed to gather ninety-nine living souls to pass.
Now there was still one left uncollected.
Chen Huaian looked at the soul tablet and raised an eyebrow.
Mentally calculating, it was probably because one of the Peak Battle Masters had his soul completely shattered by his punch, so that person's soul wasn't counted.
That made things a bit tricky...
He stared thoughtfully at the thirteen guides beside him.
The rule of Demon Island was that all Battle Masters on the island could be killed.
Aren't these thirteen guides also on the island right now?
Feeling Chen Huaian's gaze filled with killing intent, the lead guide immediately jumped up, stepping on his subordinate's shoulder, nearly scared out of his wits.
He hurriedly said, "This soul tablet is merely a symbol of your strength. Ninety-eight living souls are sufficient. As long as we recognize your strength, you can enter Demon Tower City."
"Really?" The corner of Li Qingran's mouth lifted slightly as she said with a smile, "But I'm someone who likes to follow the rules.
After all, if I just enter like this, wouldn't it be like using backdoor connections? What if others use that to humiliate me later?"
The guide was sweating profusely, inwardly groaning in distress.
Under normal circumstances, one needed to gather ninety-nine living souls.
And sometimes, even gathering ninety-nine wasn't enough.
If he took a dislike to someone, he would personally kill that Battle Master, stripping them of their qualification to enter Demon Tower City, especially those Vermin who survived to the end by relying on sneak attacks.
He had always been the one controlling others.
Never did he imagine that today he would be controlled by such a seemingly harmless young girl.
He hesitated for a while, then, with a pained expression, took a token from his waist.
"This is a Demon Order. Holding this token when entering Demon Tower City grants you direct ownership of a high-end property.
In Demon Tower City, the Demon Order and property are symbols of status. Just showing this token will make those rats scurrying around the city dare not offend you!"