Chapter 147 - Nine Emperors of the Sword’s Way, Hegemon Sword Emperor (1/2)
Seeing the male cultivator walking toward Xian Xianghua, Zhou Xuanji could not help but mourn for him in his heart.
When he was still seven steps away from the evil cultivator, blood gushed from his body. He died on the spot.
The two female cultivators who came with him were stunned. Before they could even scream, they followed the fate of their male companion and laid on the ground in a pool of blood.
Three move lives were taken.
Zhou Xuanji and Chongming Demon Monarch fell silent.
The inn owner and the waiter were silent too. No one dared to offend Xian Xianghua.
The evil cultivator looked satisfied and began eating without care.
After that, no cultivators entered the inn. After the waiter settled the three dead bodies, peace returned.
For Zhou Xuanji and Chongming Demon Monarch, this meal created too much pressure.
The old demonic woman took two full hours to finish her meal.
She took out a silk scarf to wipe her mouth before she got up and said with a smile, “Let’s go.”
The waiter could not hold it but said, “Madam… The bill…”
Zhou Xuanji looked at him in shock. The expression in his eyes was as if he was saying: Brother, have you lost your mind?
Just as expected.
The moment the waiter finished speaking, he fell to the ground, covered in blood.
The inn owner’s body trembled as he looked in despair. “Son…” He mumbled.
Xian Xianghua stopped walking and asked, frowning, “He’s your son?”
The inn owner nodded numbly. He was in both anger and despair, yet he did not dare to show it.
At this moment, he felt like his whole world had crumbled.
“Then, you can accompany him. A family should be united.”
Xian Xianghua waved her right hand. The innkeeper fell to the ground and his blood painted the wall.
Zhou Xuanji fell silent.
Chongming Demon Monarch was so afraid that he took one big step and got out of the inn.
Xian Xianghua walked out of the inn, chuckling. Zhou Xuanji followed behind her.
He felt like a ball of flames was burning in his chest.
He was not a saint, but he was furious about what Xian Xianghua did.
No wonder she was only considered the top evil cultivator, rather than the most powerful person in the northern Wilderness Region.
After they left the inn, the evil cultivator waved her right hand, and a demonic Qi scooped Zhou Xuanji and Chongming Demon Monarch up.
Following this, Xian Xianghua did not make any stop.
Zhou Xuanji kept silent.
The atmosphere was strange.
…
As they were enveloped by demonic Qi, Zhou Xuanji could not tell the time.
He was contemplating his escape plan.
He always had a feeling that, even if he passed the trial of the Sword Emperor and gave the evil cultivator what she wanted, he would still have to die.
Chongming Demon Monarch had the same thought. He laid on the ground like a dead body.
He wasn’t sure how long had passed since.
Zhou Xuanji and Chongming Demon Monarch fell to the ground without anticipation.
Although it was painful, they did not make a sound.
Xian Xianghua could not hold it and turned around to ask, “How long more are you going to hold it in?”
Zhou Xuanji did not reply.
The female cultivator walked up to him and held up his chin. “You look quite cute when you put on an unhappy face. But it would be a pity if you died during the Sword Emperor’s trial.” She said with a smile.
Zhou Xuanji twisted his head and broke free from her grasp.
“Juedi Cliff?” Chongming Demon Monarch suddenly shouted in surprise.
Zhou Xuanji immediately looked around. The thunder clouds billowed above his head, and he was surrounded by the wilderness. Trees were a rare sight. Only dead trees stood on the undulating hills that were covered with bones.
Looking around, he could only describe his feeling with two words.
Bleak and desolate.
“Follow me.”
Xian Xianghua said. After that, she led the way.
Zhou Xuanji and Chongming Demon Monarch followed her unwillingly.
Along the way, Zhou Xuanji was observing.