Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 893 - 893 Lord Zhou, The Divine Court Has Already Perished

Chapter 893 - 893 Lord Zhou, The Divine Court Has Already Perished

893 Lord Zhou, The Divine Court Has Already Perished

The silent roar of the demon dragon caused the earth to shake for thousands of miles, and Du Yuming and others who had quietly retreated all spat blood and collapsed, their bodies completely weak.

The half-sage sword cultivator who had previously stabbed a sword behind Huang Zhihu trembled all over. Unable to hold the sword in his hand, he dropped it immediately.

The expression of the Daoist who had been standing shoulder-to-shoulder with this sword cultivator changed. He turned around and fled.

However, just as he moved, his entire body suddenly trembled and slowly turned into a blood mist.

Spiritual light rose.

A half-sage cultivator had died just like that!

How many half-sages were there in this world?

The void was silent.

Huang Six’s ruthless methods were terrifying.

Regardless of whether it was his smile or his friendly request to take care of his daughter, it could not hide his ident.i.ty as a demonic cultivator.

A demon was a demon after all.

Among these people, the only one who was not shocked but happy was Lu Qingping, who was standing beside Huang Six.

Seeing that Huang Six was so protective of his daughter, Lu Qingping heaved a sigh of relief.

After killing the half-sage Daoist, Huang Six slowly turned his head and looked at the sword cultivator who had attacked before, then at Du Yuming.

“You can choose to say who ordered you to do this.

“Or not.”

Who ordered these people to come and intercept the Heavenly Mystic flying s.h.i.+p?

The surrounding cultivators were also very curious.

Is it the Immortal Spirit side, or is there someone else behind it? they wondered.

The pale Du Yuming looked at the sword cultivator with fear in his eyes.

The sword cultivator glared at him and slowly closed his eyes.

Just as he closed his eyes, Du Yuming suddenly shouted, “I said, it’s—”

As soon as the words were spoken, the sword cultivator who had closed his eyes opened them and stabbed his sword out!

The sword slashed through the void and came straight through, cutting off Du Yuming’s head immediately!

But that was not all. With a stir of his long sword, a vibration rippled through the void, revealing a trace of divine soul power.

His soul was shattered.

After stabbing out this sword, the sword cultivator finally turned around and looked at Huang Six with a calm expression.

“Alright, you can make your move now. Let me see what kind of ability a demon sect Great Sage really has.”

He raised his hand and pointed the sword at Huang Six.

“You can imprison my soul after killing me and see if I will submit.”

The sword cultivator indeed has the spine of a sword.

His words were full of pride.

Such provocation was truly courting death.

The surrounding cultivators shook their heads.

Now it was up to Huang Six to kill him.

But in front of a Demon Sage, there was only one way to die. It didn’t matter how he sought it.

“Girl, how do you think I should kill him?” Huang Six turned to look at Huang Zhihu and asked.

“Should I suppress him under the demonic tower and dismember him for 10,000 years, or should I directly absorb his soul and pour it into the demonic pool?

“Why don’t we infect him with demonic qi and turn him into a demon?”

Huang Six’s voice was cold, making everyone who heard it s.h.i.+ver.

These methods would not allow him to die quickly.

Even the sword cultivator couldn’t help but feel his heart palpitate for a moment.

If that was the case, he might as well be killed.

Taking a deep breath, the sword in his hand began to s.h.i.+ne with a bright light.

“Father, do as you see fit.” Huang Zhihu looked at the sword light and shook her head.

Huang Six laughed and suddenly waved his hand.

The illusion of the 10,000-mile demon dragon dissipated, and the imprisonment of the 10,000-mile s.p.a.ce was lifted just like that.

All the demonic qi transformed into a black demonic bead, hovering above the head of the sword cultivator.

“If I don’t kill you, I’ll let you live.”

Huang Six said calmly, “With my demonic pearl, you won’t die even if you want to.

“I’ll let you live until the end of the Dao Compet.i.tion. I’ll see with my own eyes the destruction of the powerful forces that you think are invincible.

“Aren’t you keeping quiet because you think they’re so powerful that no one can defeat them?”

As Huang Six spoke, the sword cultivator’s expression darkened.

By the time Huang Six finished speaking, his face was pale.

Huang Six laughed and led the demon cultivators and the Heavenly Mystic flying s.h.i.+p to fly away, leaving only the sword cultivator with the demonic pearl above his head.

As for the other people who came with this swordsman, they had already been devoured by the demon dragon and had long disappeared without a trace.

On the Heavenly Mystic’s flying s.h.i.+p, Yunduan, who was wearing a royal robe, stood up and bowed to Huang Six. “Junior Yunduan greets Senior.”

Lu Qingping quietly sized up Huang Six’s expression.

She did not know if Sixth Brother was satisfied with the son-in-law she had chosen.

Huang Six’s expression did not change as he waved his hand.

“I don’t care about your Heavenly Mystic business, but that’s Brother Han’s business.”

He looked at Huang Zhihu. “Girl, are you still lacking any treasures in the Divine Court Treasury? Tell Father what you are lacking.”

Yunduan’s mouth twitched.

Gongsun Qingfeng and the others standing at the back also showed envy in their eyes.

How great would it be if my family has such a domineering father…

Huang Zhihu, who was holding onto Lu Qingping, shook her head and said, “Father, even if we don’t lack treasures, we can’t let others have them, right?”

Huang Six nodded.

“That’s true.

“However, this Divine Court Treasury is the bait that Brother Han has put out. Don’t eat too much, or else you won’t be able to catch the big fish.”

Han Muyu had information about the Divine Court Treasury in his hand, and this was not a secret.

Although this time the treasure trove was released by the Immortal Spirit World, whether there was Han Muye’s involvement was something that many people were speculating about.

Huang Zhihu quickly nodded and looked at Huang Six. “Father, where is Foster Father now?”

Han Muye had not returned to the Heavenly Mystic World for decades, and there was no sign of him at the Dao battlefield.

Fortunately, the three immortal treasures were still there, and the soul imprints on them were still intact, which at least indicated that Han Muye did not encounter any mishaps.

“Brother Han is probably doing something important.” Huang Six did not answer Huang Zhihu directly.

He did not know where Han Muye was.