Chapter 839: Chapter 77: Witch Kills Husband

Shushan Sword Immortal, indeed possesses exceptional combat strength.

With just one simultaneous release of Flying Swords, they inflicted numerous wounds on the monster, causing blood to flow profusely.

But the vitality of that monster is astonishing; within a few breaths, its wounds had completely healed.

“What should we do?!” Several Shushan elders retreated to Su Jian’s side and quickly asked.

The current situation is complicated.

The intentions of the Demon Cult have been revealed; they do not wish to entangle with Shushan here but aim to prioritize entering the passage behind the monster to plunder the treasures of the Marsh Country.

In fact, their tactic was successful, seizing the moment when the monster did not react and the Shushan people were still unaware of what was going on.

Now if Shushan wants to repeat the trick, they have to risk both the monster’s attacks and opportunistic attacks from the Demon Cult–risks unimaginably greater than those faced by the Demon Cult’s team.

But if they choose to first eliminate the monster or the opposing Demon Cult, it could take too long.

What to do?

“Prioritize a strong attack on the monster!” Su Jian quickly decided.

If there was only the monster, he would have let people forcefully break through to try it. The current problem is that the opposing Demon Cult Cultivators will definitely not stand idly by, and human intelligence far surpasses the monster’s; the risk of a forceful attack is too great. They might push forward one or two people but could lose six or seven lives.

It is undoubtedly a more prudent choice to first focus fire and kill the monster, then quickly split into two teams: one to plunder the treasures and the other to wipe out the Demon Cult Cultivators outside.

As the Shushan Cultivators focused their attack on the monster, it howled even more fiercely, but was completely no match for the Sword Immortals.

Although it possesses biological features of both the Jiaolong and Xuan Gui, it seems not to have inherited the corresponding knowledge–Bloodline Supernatural Power requires both bloodline inheritance and learning Divine Skills; without learning, it can’t use them, and can only continuously use its shell to withstand attacks and its tail to strike people.

Even so, with just the simplest physical attacks and defenses, it could barely hold up against the relentless attacks of the Shushan Sword Immortals.

The myriad of Flying Swords rained down rapidly, striking the monster so hard that it couldn’t come out of its shell, only able to swing its tail wildly, with everyone focusing their swordsmanship attacks on its exposed tail, causing flesh to fly and scales to scatter.

Among them, the Harsh Cold Sword and Flying Smoke Sword were especially powerful. Ling Yunpo observed carefully, seeing that every strike of the Harsh Cold Sword found the weakest points in the dragon’s tail strength, cleverly disrupting its attack angles to avoid hitting the Shushan crowd.

The Flying Smoke Sword, even more direct, targeted the monster’s wounds, each hit causing deeper damage.

Besides attacking the monster, Shushan also allocated some Cultivators to defend against the Demon Cult Cultivators’ attacks.

Originally, the Demon Cult Cultivators were also focusing fire on the monster, but seeing that Shushan seemed to manage well alone, they immediately shifted fire to attempt a sneak attack on Shushan.

On Shushan’s side, Ling Yunpo activated the Sword technique, and the Tai Yin Suming Sword immediately rushed out, activating Sword Dao Techniques, causing a vast amount of river water to pour out from the void, forming a huge barrier between Shushan and the Demon Cult Cultivators.

The three-way battle was incredibly chaotic. Shushan Cultivators fighting the monster, the monster counterattacking; Demon Cult Cultivators sneak attacking Shushan, and Shushan retaliating… It seemed like both parties were sandwiching Shushan Cultivators.

But as the monster attacked, it also inadvertently swung its tail towards the Demon Cult side. At this time, whether it was Su Jian, An Zhisu, or other Shushan Cultivators, their attacks would subtly pause.

The Demon Cult side only defended and did not counterattack, knowing that the monster primarily targeted Shushan, and thus even often intercepted attacks on behalf of the other side to block damage from Shushan.

This kind of tactical maneuver was naturally orchestrated by Wei Dongliu, who remained outside. And Jiang Lian had already led the team inside at the first opportunity, now no one knows what treasures they had plundered… Su Jian’s face grew increasingly grim, continuously activating more fierce attacks.

“Let’s go!” Wei Dongliu suddenly ordered.

The Demon Cult Cultivators did not hesitate and quickly retreated collectively out of the hall.

The enemy forces split into two paths, causing the Shushan Cultivators to be momentarily at a loss.

Should they first kill the monster? Or chase after the Demon Cult?

“Continue the attack!” Su Jian ordered again.

Thus, everyone ignored the retreating Demon Cult Cultivators and focused solely on attacking the monster.

Without the harassment of the Demon Cult, the monster eventually fell to the ground, screaming in agony:

“No, it’s not possible! I am the heir of the Xuanwu bloodline, I am of the noble Xuanwu Clan!”

Although the lines were cliche, they were delivered with passionate emotion, and even though it was a hoarse roar, it had a heart-wrenching feel that involuntarily resonated with the listeners.

Unfortunately, the Shushan side consisted of a group of unsympathetic brutes who coldly ignored the monster’s wails and pinned it to the ground with relentless stabbing.

“Pursue!” Su Jian could not care less, still unaware of what treasures the Demon Cult Cultivators in front had seized.

Everything else could be set aside, but the Yunmeng Sword Scabbard must not be lost!

Thus, the Shushan Cultivators converged into Man-Sword Unity, stepping over the monster’s corpse and breaking into the inner sanctum.

Inside the sanctum, unlike the spacious main hall outside, many corridors were quite narrow, with several spots allowing only bent-over adults to pass through, unmistakably styled by the Serpent Clan.

The Shushan Cultivators did not care much, they simply destroyed the doorways brutally and forced their way in.

Some even directly used Sword Dao Techniques to smash huge holes in the walls, utterly ignoring the geographical design, progressing straight forward.

Under the ruthless sweep of the Shushan Sword Immortals who were completely unreasonable, the Demon Race members who had tried to hide were quickly exposed with no place to escape.

Sword lights and blade shadows, flesh and blood flew everywhere, with Demon Cult Cultivators continuously slain by Shushan. Of course, there were a few Demon Cult Cultivators who attempted to ambush the Shushan Sword Immortals, but with the former’s rich combat experience and overwhelming numbers, they quickly regained footing and counterattacked.

Ling Yunpo was incredibly emotional: Wouldn’t it have been better to leave earlier? Why stay here? Just for some more treasures?

People die for wealth, birds die for food, this saying indeed holds true.

As he was somewhat lost in thought, suddenly he heard the Kunlun Mirror issue a warning:

“Behind you! Be careful!”

Upon hearing the word “behind,” Ling Yunpo immediately performed the Cloud-Parting Eight Trigrams Step, swiftly moving away from his original position.

However, the opponent’s attack followed like a shadow. Although silent and imperceptible, the Kunlun Mirror had already locked onto the opponent’s position with its scanning ability and maintained a constant display.

Right behind me!

With a thought, Ling Yunpo suddenly swung the Tai Yin Suming Sword behind him.

The sword blade passed through the opponent’s body, splitting it like slicing through fog, as the opponent, like a dark cloud, rushed towards him and instantly merged into Ling Yunpo’s body, breaking into his Sea of Consciousness.

“Scram!” shouted the Kunlun Mirror sharply, and Ling Yunpo saw a burst of light in his mind, soon feeling something being shaken out of his body.

Jiang Lian reformed his figure in front, shooting a hateful glance at Ling Yunpo, then ignoring the surrounding Shushan Sword Immortal attacks, his body spun, cleverly disappearing from the spot.