Chapter 10: The Demon Pill's Rampage and the Broom Warrior's Physical Attack
The demon pill rampage and the broom warrior's physical attack
"Are you looking for death?!"
Li Jiuyou's roar, swathed in rage at being interrupted in his "medicine application" (he firmly believed it was just medicine!) and a furious rage at his sense of territory being violated, was like thunderclap, shaking the entire side hall. He sprang up from the stone couch, his blood-red eyes fixed on the vacant, broom-wielding, idiotic Ah Che at the doorway. The raging demonic energy blazed like tangible black flames, sending the temperature plummeting throughout the hall, the very air seemingly frozen and ripped apart!
Ah Che was terrified by this pure, unadulterated murderous intent. The broom in his hand snapped and broke completely. He felt that the demon king would tear him into pieces and feed them to the guard dog at the door in the next second!
"King! King, calm down!" Man Gu rushed in from outside the hall and hugged Li Jiuyou's thigh (although he was almost blown away by the violent demonic power), "This is the Immortal Lord's junior brother! One of us! Uh... probably? Here to deliver medicine!" He quickly winked at A Che: Hurry up and say you are here to deliver medicine, idiot!
Ah Che woke up as if from a dream, his tongue tied: "Yes... yes, yes! Send... send warmth! I... I will send warmth to my senior brother!" He turned around and wanted to slip away, but his legs were as weak as noodles, and he stumbled and almost fell flat on the ground.
Taking advantage of the precious moment when Li Jiuyou was distracted by Man Gu and A Che, Jiang Xuelan used all his strength to crawl to the innermost part of the stone bed. He grabbed the brand new black robe next to him and frantically wrapped it around his half-removed body, which was still stained with the red flame vine ointment. The cool, silky fabric against his burning skin brought a slight comfort, but the feeling of Li Jiuyou's rough fingers on the wound on his shoulder (pure medical malpractice!) and the heat brought by the red flame vine's medicinal properties made him feel uncomfortable all over. His cheeks burned and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
**Qing Leng Immortal Lord, three hundred years of Daoist heart, shattered into slag today! It's all because of this stupid monster!**
He glared at Li Jiuyou's tall, violent figure with shame and indignation. If looks could kill, Li Jiuyou's back would have been riddled with holes. Then he looked at Ah Che, standing at the door, who was more trouble than good, and who was still shouting "Send us warmth"... Jiang Xuelan closed his eyes in despair, wanting nothing more than to ascend immediately, right where he was!
"Sending warmth?!" Li Jiuyou lowered his head, his blood-red eyes sweeping over the barbarian bone that was hugging his thigh as if he were looking at a roadblock, and then turned sinisterly to A'che who was trembling like a sieve at the door, "Sending warmth with a broom?! You little brat from the Immortal Sect, do you think I'm blind?!" He deliberately ignored the inexplicable irritation he had just felt (it must have been because of this idiot!), and felt a rage that had nowhere to vent, and he just wanted to kick out these two annoying guys who were blocking the way!
"I... I'm here to save my senior brother!" A Che shuddered in fear at Li Jiuyou's gaze, but when he saw his senior brother wrapped in a black robe and pale (with a strange blush) on the couch, an inexplicable courage (or a spirit of seeking death) surged up in him, and he stiffened his neck and shouted, "Demon King! You... you let my senior brother go! Come at me if you dare! I, A Che, will fight you today!" He bent down and wanted to pick up the broom handle on the ground as a weapon.
"Come at you?" Li Jiuyou looked like he'd just heard a ridiculous joke, a cruel smile curling up his lips (simply because he felt the other party was overestimating himself). "Just relying on this broken broom of yours?" He suddenly retracted his demonic energy and pressed down on A Che even more violently, intending to scare the crap out of him with his aura. "Get out! Don't get in the way here!"
"King! Calm down! The Immortal Lord is seriously injured!" Man Gu was sweating profusely as he clung to Li Jiuyou's legs tightly and desperately pointed his mouth towards Jiang Xuelan, "Look, the Immortal Lord... seems to be dying!" (Exaggeration, just to divert attention)
Li Jiuyou was annoyed by Man Gu's howling and subconsciously glanced back.
Jiang Xuelan was swaddled in a black robe that was clearly too big for him (Li Jiuyou: Why does this robe look so... unsightly on him?), his dark hair disheveled, a few strands clinging to his smooth forehead and rosy cheeks (Li Jiuyou: He must be angry!). His lips were tightly pursed, his long eyelashes drooping (Li Jiuyou: Playing dead?), and he huddled in a corner, refusing to communicate or approach strangers (especially demons).
Li Jiuyou's nameless anger grew even more intense: What's with this pretty boy's attitude?! I condescended to apply medicine to him (even though the process was a little unexpected), and he's still giving me a cold shoulder?! He's so ungrateful!
Just when he was about to turn around and continue to deal with Ah Che——
"Demon King! Watch out! Heavenly Flower Scattering—ash!" Ah Che seized the opportunity when Li Jiuyou turned his head and, with all his might, grabbed the dust and debris that had just fallen to the ground and threw it at Li Jiuyou's handsome, yet punchable face! Target: eyes!
Caught off guard, Li Jiuyou's face was covered in dust! Especially, a few grains of sand flew accurately into his bloodshot right eye!
"Ugh!" Li Jiuyou was caught off guard and reflexively closed his eyes, letting out a cry of pain (mostly from the sand!). A dignified demon king, his face blinded by dust?!
“…” The entire hall was dead silent.
Man Gu's hand that was holding Li Jiuyou's thigh froze, and his eyes almost popped out.
Jiang Xuelan also looked up in astonishment, looking at the demon king who was covered in dust, covering one eye, and looked like he had just rolled out of a mud pit.
Xuan Jia slowly crawled out from the corner, blinking his green eyes. "Wow, physical blindness? Not much damage, but the insult... is off the charts. Young man, you're pretty wild."
Ah Che looked at his "results" and realized belatedly what he had done. His little face turned pale as paper in an instant and the broom handle in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Li Jiuyou slowly and stiffly lowered his hand from covering his eyes. Beneath his fingertips, his angular, aggressive face was now covered in dust, his right eye still tinged with red (from the sand!). Only his blood-red left eye, free of sand, was like a volcano about to erupt, seething with pure rage and the fury of violated dignity, enough to incinerate everything!
He, the Lord of the Demon Realm, the tyrant of the Zerg Clan, the feared Li Jiuyou of the Three Realms...had been blinded by a scoundrel from the Immortal Sect smearing dirt on his face?! What a humiliation!
"You..." Li Jiuyou's voice was terribly low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of hell, with a chilling chill, "...Okay, very good! Today, I will not crush you into a pulp, but write your name upside down!"
Boom——!!!
Demonic power, ten times more terrifying than before, erupted from Li Jiuyou like a nuclear explosion! Man Gu was flung back, slamming into the wall with a muffled groan. Ah Che was like a kite with a broken string, being tossed away by the violent gust of air, on the verge of crashing into the solid obsidian pillar!
"A-Che!" Jiang Xuelan's pupils shrank. This junior brother might be foolish, but his crime wasn't worthy of death! Without a second thought, he forcibly suppressed the chaos and heat within his body, mobilized his remaining spiritual energy, and instantly released a gentle celestial light, narrowly catching A-Che's falling body and gently placing him on the ground. After doing all this, his chest surged with energy and blood, his throat felt sweet, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, and his face paled even further—purely from the overdrawn spiritual energy and the effects of his injuries!
Li Jiuyou watched Jiang Xuelan disregard his own injuries to save the idiot who blinded him with ash. The rage within him was like being poured with boiling oil, instantly exploding! What was this pretty boy trying to do?! Would he rather spit blood than protect the brat who attacked him?! Did he look down on him, Li Jiuyou? Did he think he couldn't even handle a little brat?!
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