453 Heaven's Will Does Not Require Hands Three
Fei Quechen's eyes and mind were calm as he looked at the Eighth Elder without any fluctuation. He muttered to himself as a sharp, sword-like aura rushed towards him, shaking his mind.
'Heaven's will is impartial; the slaying of demons is an endless process.'
As he finished speaking, the Eighth Elder's eyes went completely mad, the boils on his back swelled up, and a hideous aura exploded around him. He had three heads and six arms, and his crooked mouth and teeth were bleeding profusely.
The Eighth Elder felt nothing; his face began to wrinkle drastically, then slowly became skin and bones, with black spots appearing on his face in an instant.
Those around him wanted to devour it instantly. Some of the more timid ones swallowed their food whole, while a few lay paralyzed on the ground, their eyes glazed over.
The head of the Fei family remained calm, taking in the sights of all living beings in an instant. He noticed that most of the young people were wary, with swords in hand, ready to fight at any moment, and he nodded slightly in his heart.
Some who were shocked and couldn't recover for a long time were not particularly blamed. Being born into the Fei family is your good fortune, because you have the opportunity to try and make mistakes. Although there are not many, it is much better than nothing.
Looking at Fei Quechen, he was very satisfied. Fei Quechen had a proud spirit and was a bit arrogant, but his natural talent and aptitude were both top-notch. With some further refinement, he would naturally become a person of great potential.
Looking at the person before him, he instantly thought of the returning Red King, the other heroes of various tribes, and the border people who had risen from the ground like wildfire. He nodded slightly in his heart.
Every dynasty and every era has produced many prodigies, such as the Great Emperor and the Red King, both of whom were exceptional talents. There was a slight sense of regret regarding the Red King, although he was not from the same country. Despite his domineering presence and decisive ruthlessness, he possessed an unwavering belief.
Although they didn't understand why he could be resurrected, they naturally didn't believe that this person was cooperating with the demons. Even the demons couldn't possibly have such abilities; otherwise, they wouldn't have these kinds of lives to live.
Suddenly, a slight anxiety arose in his heart. The Red King had killed the King of Qi, and Qi had changed drastically overnight. Instantly, all forces became cautious about the actions of the major sects.
This also includes themselves. Their tough stance, while not hard to guess, is still quite excessive in their blatant handling of Qi's finances.
Looking towards the royal city, and with the changes in the Demon Slayer Bureau, the situation has become complicated.
In a short while, many thoughts raced through his mind. The matter of the Eighth Elder had been kept from them for so long; it was truly an oversight. They hadn't expected that someone close to them would betray them. Indeed, as time went by and people became complacent, some forgot the ancestral teachings.
If our ancestors hadn't discovered it early, it would have caused a great disaster. Sure enough, the Holy Emperor didn't suppress the royal city, and soon there were more and more troublemakers. The pursuit of stable development and the urgent need for succession from generation to generation proved to be not so simple. This matter still needs to be explained to our ancestors.
With a thoughtful look in his eyes, the Eighth Elder roared, revealing his jet-black claws and terrifying human head, like a demon with drooling teeth, greedily eyeing Fei Quechen, and instantly pouncing on him like a hungry wolf.
The voice was muffled and unclear: 'I'm going to eat you, to teach you a lesson about hierarchy.'
In the instant before him, the Dust-Repelling Sword in his hand flashed like lightning. True energy flowed through the sword, creating a gust of wind, and instantly, a vast and auspicious golden aura spread out.
The Eighth Elder felt it was a deadly weapon, a weapon of restraint, as if it would cut his entire body into pieces.
Its claws moved swiftly and unpredictably, dodging rapidly, its eyes revealing a cunning, as if waiting for Fei Quechen to make a mistake.
The sword flashed, and the air vibrated as if the whole world trembled. The surrounding tables, chairs, and roof shattered into pieces, and the people around retreated.
The swordplay grew increasingly fierce, like a violent storm. Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Eighth Elder sustained several sword wounds, but none were fatal. His anger grew ever more uncontrollable, and he roared, "You're courting death!"
In an instant, the sword energy on the Zhan Chen Sword gathered and burst out with dazzling golden light, like the rising sun. The Eighth Elder's vision was blocked for a moment. He turned to escape, but a sword light, like lightning, slashed down and pierced through the Eighth Elder's back.
A shrill scream suddenly echoed throughout the wilderness, a sharp, grating sound that made everyone feel uncomfortable and instantly covered their ears.
Fei Quechen remained calm and composed, but his eyes were as hard as steel. His sword light was as sharp as frost reflecting the sunlight, and his sword energy was like a rainbow. The fierce sword energy arrived in the blink of an eye, and the powerful sword energy seemed to be able to split the heavens and earth in two, piercing straight for the Eighth Elder's forehead.
In the instant he regained consciousness, he cried out, "Spare me, spare me..." but Fei Quechen's eyes remained unchanged, his cold and resolute expression unwavering.
The sword energy pierced through, splitting it in two, and it crashed to the ground. A wisp of dark energy shot into the sky from its body, as if it were trying to escape.
Suddenly, a sense of unease rose in everyone's hearts, as if something was watching them. A malicious gaze was fixed on them, like an invisible blade, filling those with insufficient cultivation with fear.
Suddenly, sword energy surged forth, and with a single swing, the wind and clouds dispersed. The sword energy pierced directly through the darkness, accompanied by a strange, mournful scream. Then, it vanished into thin air.
The feeling of being maliciously spied on instantly vanished.
Looking around, the Eighth Elder was now nothing but black bones, showing no trace of his former youth.
A sudden chill ran through everyone, and a nameless fear arose within them. Any sliver of hope they had felt vanished.
Fei Huixiang gently approached the Eighth Elder. Looking at the pitch-black skeleton, he felt no surprise; it seemed as if it had been destined from the beginning.
The methods of alchemy employed by evil spirits are ultimately just castles in the air, mere wishful thinking. Without a solid foundation, evil spirits will covet the opportunity, and when the fruit ripens, it will be time to reap the harvest.
He couldn't help but sigh. Longevity pills were not so easy to obtain, nor were rare and precious natural treasures or even better cultivation methods. If one's talent and opportunities were inferior to others, one had to accept one's fate and continue the lineage. Otherwise, one would be taking a risk.
He glanced at the eyes of the people around him, nodded slightly in his heart, and circulated his true energy in his hands, instantly igniting a scorching flame on the withered bones.
The flames were like a raging inferno, intense and fierce, instantly igniting the Eighth Elder's blackened bones.
The bones melted rapidly in the flames, quickly reducing the Eighth Elder's bones to ashes, which then scattered in the wind, preventing any future trouble.
He nodded slightly to Fei Quechen, satisfied. Although he was a bit arrogant, he was a fine and talented person with an excellent character, a blessing to the family.
Fei Quechen bowed and clasped his hands in greeting. After meeting the elders, he gently left without any hesitation.
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