Chapter 75 Let's Make a Bet. Luo Yunsheng sneered...
Luo Yunsheng sneered, and the man suddenly trembled. Before he could react, a palm strike approached his face, and he was slapped by Luo Yunsheng, falling to the ground and creating a large crater.
The crowd immediately fell silent.
Luo Yunsheng said coldly, "Shut up, you bunch of useless trash."
The war between immortals and demons has raged on until now, and the demon race is almost wiped out. However, their spy, hidden in a foot of snow, sent out a letter before dying.
The letter stated that Danfeng was severely injured and unconscious, and they needed to break through immediately. Unfortunately, they were defeated in the surprise attack. Hua Canglan suddenly advanced and forced them to retreat to a corner of the village, which was backed by mountains with no way out. The four major sects were closing in step by step in front of them.
Luo Yunsheng single-handedly turned the tide, pulling out a treasure he had stolen from his sect (what the heck is Yun Jin's sect called?). It was called the Yin-Yang Lock. The Yin-Yang Lock was a protective magic artifact that could cover any space and hide the covered space behind the original space, like the two sides of Yin and Yang, one bright and one dark.
He set up a barrier within the village, which covered the entire village and hid it in the shadows of the real village. It could only be glimpsed in the reflection in the water. Shi Wenzhe, in the main hall, made a mistake and triggered the Yin-Yang Lock, thus arriving at the evil cultivator's hiding place.
Originally, they could have retreated into the Yin-Yang Lock and recuperated in secret, but one day, Danfeng suddenly awoke, and a lightning tribulation suddenly appeared, striking for three days and three nights. From then on, Danfeng became the leader of the four major sects, invincible. He led the disciples of Yichixue to capture the demons they had captured and severed Luo Yunsheng's arm.
Those demons were kept around for fun by some evil cultivators after they made a pact with them. They were just spirit beasts to be slaughtered at will. They did whatever they were told, which was more interesting than skinning and dismembering them. So many of them were left and imprisoned in the village's Qiankun Cage.
Danfeng's cultivation level increased greatly, and he saved the surviving demon race. They retreated in a sorry state and were forced to stay inside the Yin-Yang Lock for three years.
The letter also mentioned a person named Qingzhu, who instigated the demon race to make a pact with Yichixue, thus turning the tide of the battle.
Luo Yunsheng had been searching for Qingzhu to avenge his severed arm. Unfortunately, Peach Blossom Valley had Yichixue's help, and although there were many restrictions inside, he could still get in, but Yichixue would definitely find out.
Linglong, this demon, has only been by Danfeng's side for a little over ten years. He is familiar with her and is certain that she has a close relationship with Qingzhu. She possesses a divine weapon, the Crimson Snow Spear, which swept through the enemy ranks, causing them to flee in disarray. On that day, Linglong's face was expressionless, but he seemed to see contempt in her clear amber eyes.
He had a burning resentment in his heart that made it impossible for him to swallow that defeat.
Having finally captured Linglong, he was determined to think things over carefully. The evil cultivators were a bunch of brainless idiots, corrupted by malevolent energy to the point of being disoriented. Their attempt to oppose him was nothing but wishful thinking. Linglong, this thousand-year-old demon, even if her core was removed, should be his, and belong to him.
He knew the significance of Linglong to Yichixue's demon clan. If Linglong were captured, the demon clan would be thrown into disarray and their morale would be low. Attacking Yichixue now would surely yield results.
Luo Cheng's strength was unusually great. Linglong was covered in wounds, with no intact flesh visible. The slight rise and fall of his chest seemed to have disappeared, and even his hair was much drier, like withered leaves, as if he was about to die.
Luo Yunsheng's mood suddenly improved. The stench of blood in the air stimulated the group of irrational and restless evil cultivators behind him. Laughter and roars echoed through the sky. He stood in the middle of the pool of blood and the crowd, coldly watching everything. He was neither revelry nor pain; he was like someone watching a fire from the sidelines.
Suddenly, he let out a cold laugh and touched his rough, hard right hand.
His right sleeve was very long, only revealing the tips of his fingers. At this moment, his left hand was resting on the sleeve, allowing a section of his right hand to be exposed. It was clear that his right hand had no flesh or blood, only five dry and rough wooden knuckles.
Shi Wenzhe's eyes widened suddenly, revealing astonishment.
Luo Yunsheng's fingers twitched stiffly, his gaze gradually deepening as he looked into Linglong's eyes with increasing interest.
His expression suddenly softened, and he called out softly to Luo Cheng.
Luo Cheng bowed respectfully; he was the only one among this group of evil cultivators who truly respected Luo Yun Sheng.
Shi Wenzhe guessed that perhaps it was because they were fellow disciples, which was why their relationship was always closer than that of others, and even their style of speaking and acting subtly revealed a familiarity that others could not tolerate.
Luo Cheng said, "Senior Brother."
"Okay." Luo Yunsheng responded in a good mood, and then said, "Let's play a game."
Luo Cheng paused for a moment, looking up at Luo Yunsheng with an unreadable expression, but he didn't ask what it meant. He simply asked, "What does Senior Brother want to play?"
Luo Yunsheng spoke in a cold voice, giving listeners a sense of threat, as if they were being watched by a venomous snake, saying each word clearly: "I'll bet on when Linglong will speak."
Luo Cheng seemed to be willing to grant any request Luo Yunsheng made, as if it were just a casual remark: "Senior brother, when do you bet? Then I'll bet on the quarter-hour before that time."
Luo Yunsheng snorted, "You're always like this." As if he couldn't do anything about it, he was in a good mood and even had the leisure to ask the group behind him, "Do you want to play?"
The crowd was noisy, and finally someone stepped forward and said, "We bet! We bet he'll never speak."
Luo Yunsheng glanced at the other party with disdain and said softly, "So sure?"
"Confirmed." Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, "That demon is mute, isn't he? Your demon-slaying whip is like a thousand cuts when it hits a person, it's so painful that most people can't stand it, let alone a demon. It must be even more painful for him. But he's almost beaten to death and still hasn't said a word. Luo Yunsheng, you must be out of your mind. You brought back a mute, and now you want him to speak."
Luo Cheng glanced at him lightly, his face as cold as frost.
Luo Yunsheng was not angry at all. Instead, he said with a smile, "He's not mute, he's just stubborn." He paused and said slowly, "I bet he won't be able to hold back for long and will speak up."
Luo Cheng said, "Then I bet him three hours and three quarters..."
An invisible tension suddenly filled the air. Before Luo Cheng could finish speaking, Luo Yun Sheng suddenly launched an attack. He snatched back the Demon-Slaying Whip, raising it high and whipping it in a circular arc in mid-air. He was incredibly strong, and demonic energy spread along the whip, creating a semi-circular, airborne domain. Within the domain, malevolent energy meandered. Luo Yun Sheng shouted, "I'll see just how tough you are!"
With a "snap," the Demon-Slaying Whip struck Linglong, leaving a wound that exposed bone.
Linglong didn't utter a sound, remained motionless, as if she were dead...
Shi Wenzhe screamed until her voice was hoarse in the water, but fell silent the moment she saw the whip strike her. Her delicate and frail figure was etched into her eyes, so unforgettable, so piercing.
The whip lashed down relentlessly, each strike carrying a sharp, demonic aura. The crowd couldn't help but stealthily take a few steps back, their movements perfectly synchronized. Only Luo Cheng stood unmoved beside Luo Yun Sheng.
Luo Yunsheng gasped for breath, then, seeing Linglong's sullen expression, he laughed in exasperation. He threw his head back and laughed loudly, his wooden right hand trembling, as if Linglong were a rare and amusing person. His laughter was wild and unrestrained, the air so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Luo Yunsheng, exhausted from laughing, shrugged and chuckled, his voice hoarse, "You really aren't afraid of death..."
He looked like a demon crawling out of hell, grinning sinisterly. The demon-slaying whip in his hand suddenly disappeared. He flashed, and the crowd was startled and took another step back. Luo Yunsheng glanced at him sideways, not caring at all, and landed next to Luo Cheng.
"Give me the sledgehammer."
Luo Cheng pursed his lips and handed him a gleaming silver hammer weighing a thousand pounds.
The hammer had a name, Sunset, but Luo Yun Sheng always called it Big Hammer, no matter how much Luo Cheng reminded him. He got used to it eventually, but in crowded places, he still couldn't help but have a moment of blankness in his mind and hand Sunset to him with a wooden face.
Luo Yunsheng was tall, and the shadow he cast in front of Linglong was quite wide. He seemed to be shrouded in a dark shadow, and he moved his fingers.
With a loud "bang," the ground shook three times. Shi Wenzhe watched as Luo Yunsheng raised the hammer and smashed it down on Linglong's body. It was like a boulder falling. She could even hear the sound of bones breaking and the muddy sound of blood and flesh.
Flesh and blood fell off.
"Aaaaaaah!" Shi Wenzhe screamed, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you..."
Linglong hummed softly, like a kitten's whimper.
The evil cultivator behind him paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, his mocking laughter shaking the heavens and the earth.
Luo Yunsheng looked up at Linglong's tattered body and said coldly, "Let's see if your bones are harder or my hammer is harder."
"Bang-"
"Bang bang—"
"Bang bang bang..."
The silvery surface of the setting sun was covered with a layer of bright red blood, like the sunset about to disappear at dusk.
The evil cultivators in the crowd shuddered at the sight of the crazed Luo Yunsheng. A rustling noise arose, and they all took a step back, then another, until they were a hundred meters away from Luo Yunsheng, before they could finally relax and watch the show properly.
Luo Yunsheng was a madman. He appeared to be a gentleman, but he always used deadly methods. They still remembered the scene when Luo Yunsheng came to the village. He was covered in blood, holding a long sword wrapped in strips of cloth, and walked unsteadily from a distance. Suddenly, a murderous aura and black mist surged, as if they had seen their long-awaited master, rushing towards him and then crowding around him.
When he emerged from the black mist, he had straightened up, the bloodstains on his body had disappeared, and he looked down at them with disdain, as if they were homeless stray dogs.
That longsword was very mysterious. Luo Yunsheng had been here for so long, and they had never seen him take it out to use it. But the sharp light and clear sound of the sword on the day they first saw it spoke of its extraordinary nature.
The air fell silent; the noise of the crowd vanished, and even the rustling of the wind disappeared.
There was only the dull thud of a hammer striking the ground, and the muddy sound of flesh and bone shattering.
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