458 The Demon's Trail Reappears

The chief is truly in high spirits when good things happen; he's been surrounded by beautiful women lately, and his cultivation has broken through to new heights. All of this is within reach.

He had made a breakthrough; perhaps he could become a Martial King in the future. It seemed he had made the right choice in his business dealings. He roared, "Kill! Die!"

The other three, seeing the leader's blade flashing and the sound of it piercing the air, were immediately startled and followed him, otherwise they would face retribution later.

They shouted to bolster their morale, "Let's all charge!"

The sword strike was like a silver snake, pure power, the sword light dancing like stars adorning the night. After several bright sword lights, it lightly sliced ​​through the throat, and the three bandits fell one after another.

The leader, Guan Dao, unleashed a full-force slash with his sword, his eyes fierce and ruthless. Seeing his subordinates falling one after another against the force of his attack, he went even crazier, completely disregarding vital points, and slashed down at Jian Dao's neck.

In that life-or-death struggle, suddenly, he heard, "You deserve to die." A blinding flash of sword light swept through the air, faster than he could even land, the sword slicing through the head, and blood and the severed head flew up with it.

As he spun and ascended into the air, looking back, he saw the woman he admired staring intently at his rival. It was unforgivable, and he was just about to unleash a torrent of curses.

Kendo's gaze was cold and clear. He slashed down with his sword without changing his expression. Blood dripped slowly from the sword, showing no concern or fear whatsoever.

The beautiful woman opposite him, whose clothes were still wrinkled, slowly straightened the wrinkles in her clothes, as if she didn't want the handsome man in front of her to see them. Her eyes sparkled with shyness, as if she had met the person she loved.

She seemed captivated by Kendoichi's extraordinary charisma and handsome appearance, and a surge of intense admiration and excitement welled up within her. It was as if, at that moment, Kendoichi was an omnipotent hero in her eyes.

She spoke in a low, shy voice, her ears as red as rubies, "Thank you so much for saving me, young hero. This humble woman wishes to repay you in any way I can. If you don't mind, I'm willing to serve you and do anything for you."

Her fingers were white and delicate, adorned with an exquisite jade bracelet and a fine jade hairpin carved with a lifelike image of a Crimson Flame Demon.

Kendoichi's expression remained unchanged. In a deep voice, he questioned, "To become stronger, you slaughter living beings, you sacrifice them. Aren't you truly afraid of a guilty conscience?"

The woman had no idea who she was talking about, but she still looked at him with deep affection and whispered, "Young hero, although I was robbed by thieves, I have always refused to let them succeed."

Please, young hero, understand my plight. My family is of noble birth, but this bandit stormed into our household and slaughtered my family members and servants. I survived only because of my handsome appearance, and I hope to attract a master to kill this bandit.

To avenge my deceased loved ones.

Her face flushed, and she looked expectantly at the extraordinary young man before her. 'I once thought to myself, if someone could avenge my parents, I would give myself to him, marry him, and become his slave.'

Sword Dao's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of solemnity flickered in his eyes. He asked in a low voice, "How many innocent people have you killed? Judging from your appearance, you seem about to break through."

It seems this leader is also being manipulated by you.

Looking at the obviously abnormal, thin leader on the ground, and the repulsive, demonic stench emanating from his body, it seemed as if he hadn't bathed in a long time, yet there was also a distinct putrid smell.

He said softly, 'By the time you break through to the limit, these people will also be dead. They are truly ruthless. Although they deserved to die, they did.'

The woman's eyes flickered slightly, and she said softly, her face flushed, "Young hero, I don't know what to say. Do you think I'm dirty? If so, please examine me. I will certainly cooperate."

With a slight movement of the sword, the surrounding moisture was stirred up, and the sword absorbed wind and rain. The surrounding cold air increased dramatically, and the burning houses seemed to be affected, with the flames quickly weakening or even going out.

Then a sword aura, like a rainbow, burst forth as if a beam of azure light had broken through the dawn. The sword aura was like a dragon emerging from the sea, surging endlessly, vast and mighty, with an imposing momentum.

The surrounding air seemed to be sliced ​​apart by the sword energy, emitting a faint, chilling sound. It hurtled straight towards the delicate, beautiful young lady before him, as if death was about to strike her, piercing her brow in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, figures flashed by, as if countless bolts of lightning had streaked across the sky, moving so fast that it was impossible to see them all. A three-foot-long dagger, like a ghost, attacked from all directions with eeriness.

The girl before him was still charming and beautiful, but her scarlet eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and her body instantly turned into an eerie flame color.

The hoarse, resentful voice said, "Only fire can purify everything; coldness disgusts me."

Why won't you accept me? Do you think I'm dirty?

The moment it sliced ​​through the air, the sharp sword energy pierced through, aiming straight for the limbs, as if it wanted to cut them off first to vent its anger.

A strange and repulsive aura quickly emanated, enveloping the area around Sword Dao.

"The Crimson Flame Demonic Cult, it really is you again! You're like a persistent ghost, haunting us. Your dealings with evil are unforgivable. Today, I, Sword Dao One, will punish you on behalf of Heaven and slay you!"

Swordplay One: True Qi flows into the sword, instantly filling it with sword energy like a vast ocean, surging and billowing. A single sword strike is continuous, with the figure following closely behind.

The sounds of swords clashing against daggers rang out rapidly, like twinkling stars. The rapid collisions, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal striking metal, were like silver lightning slicing through the dark night sky.

Both sides fought like tigers descending a mountain, unstoppable. Sword energy crisscrossed, short blades flashed, and with a focused sword strike, one blade split in two, the main attack aimed directly at the face.

'My face, you deserve to die! You've really angered me! I'll devour you alive!' In the instant he retreated, a disfiguring sword aura appeared on his face. A sword pierced straight through his chest.

Seeing the disheveled state before him, Kendoichi remained calm and composed, showing no sign of carelessness.

'You forced me to this, great being, your humble servant begs for your help…'

Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, followed by a sharp whistling sound as it aimed directly at the disfigured man's head. A powerful sword aura swept through, sending the head flying and splattering crimson blood everywhere.

With a flick of the sword, the spray that had been flying towards them scattered, leaving not a speck of dust behind.

The headless man did not fall; his eyes were filled with hatred, and a strange power within him rapidly expanded. In an instant, a headless monster ten feet tall went berserk.

His clothes were torn apart, and flames engulfed his entire body, as if he had been reborn from the ashes.

As if just awakened, the voice was indistinct, like the dripping of stones, 'Mortal, you killed my servant, you deserve to die, accept your death.'