AST 2243 Demon Lord Stabbed Qing Shui, Heavily Injured, White Hair (1/2)

AST 2243 – Demon Lord Stabbed Qing Shui, Heavily Injured, White Hair

“The Demon Gate claimed that she was an existence with the Demon Divine Body. The Demonic Saint Blood in her has completely awoken and the Mo Clan has been destroyed by her. She’s now the patriarch of the Demon Gate, and there are many other strong warriors who are joining the Demon Gate as we speak. There’s also a rumor that even the Nine Continents Demon Gate’s top experts might not be a match for her, and perhaps, she might merge with the Nine Continents Demon Gate.”

Qing Shui was at a loss about what to do upon Beihuang Fan’s words. Tantai Lingyan was able to destroy the Five Tiger Immortal Palace and claim back the Demon Gate. What kind of potential must she have had to do that?

Qing Shui had always thought that he would be able to claim vengeance on her behalf and while he wasn’t there yet, he was slowly reaching his goal. However, now that she was back, she had resolved the issue all on her own just like that.

He didn’t know if he should be happy or disappointed.

He was happy that she was finally able to get her revenge but disappointed that she was no longer the cold but familiar woman he knew. She was now a Demon Lord. The spokesperson of the Demon God and the successor.

Qing Shui was on the path of the Battle God, and she was on the path of the Demon God. They stood on opposing lanes with no possibility of reconciliation.

Her Demonic Saint Blood had been awakened. Qing Shui knew that there was no way he could change her. There was no one who could, except for herself.

Just like that, Qing Shui stood defeated. He wasn’t angry, but he hated his own incompetence at helping with her vengeance, that he was unable to resolve the pent-up frustrations she had which hastened her process of becoming a Demon Lord.

Shen Huang and Beihuang Fan watched Qing Shui quietly. They could tell from his unstable aura that he was upset. Shen Huang took his hand into hers. “Don’t be upset anymore. Some things are more complicated than they seem, and it would have happened sooner or later. Perhaps it was better that it happened sooner. The more she suppressed it, the stronger it would’ve been.”

“I’m fine. I want to visit her,” Qing Shui replied softly.

The two ladies knew that there was no point in stopping Qing Shui when the news of Tantai Lingyan’s return first reached them. Hence, they didn’t object and replied, “We’ll go with you.”

“I want to go by myself,” Qing Shui declined, gently but firmly.

Northern King Domain!

Qing Shui was now in the airspace of the Northern King Domain. The sun hung high, and the flock of birds flew in the distance as they chirped along. He didn’t have much desire to appreciate his surroundings. Qing Shui focused on getting to the Demon Gate.

Arrival at Demon Gate.

From his point of view, the Demon Gate covered the entire mountain above a monastery.

Despite being in an unconcealed position in the sky above, Qing Shui merely stood there silently as he watched the land below.

There were many who saw him and recognized him as the Divine Palace’s prodigy, Qing Shui. They were aware of the mighty Guardian Vine who he had awakened and even his role on the annihilation of the Golden Yakshas.

After two hours, a woman approached him. She had long, red hair and a scarlet gown which looked just as astounding as her. The gown didn’t make her seem passionate. Rather, it made her look increasingly cold and distant.

Qing Shui felt a pang of sadness. She had taken off her Goddess Divine Set. Right now, as he looked into her calm eyes, there wasn’t the slightest shift. She was looking at him as she would a stranger.

“Lingyan!” Qing Shui called out once before running towards Tantai Lingyan.

The sword in Tantai Lingyan’s hand was refined by Qing Shui, but at this moment, it plunged towards him instead.

Thump!

With a whistle and the flash of the sword, Qing Shui’s body recoiled from the impact. He stared blankly as he allowed his body to be knocked backward. She had taken aim at his heart without hesitation or restraint, and he didn’t take any precautions either. If it wasn’t for the Paragon Golden Armor, perhaps he would have already died.

Qing Shui was as pale as a sheet of paper. His mind replayed the moment Tantai Lingyan struck with her sword, while he continued staring at her in a daze.

Just as Tantai Lingyan was about the swing her sword again, an old man’s voice rang out, “You can’t kill him. He’s Qing Shui.”

The old man sighed. It was the Old Turtle.