The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 27 - Heroes Who Miscovered

Like a wave from two opposite sides, crashing into each other ferociously. Then the human vortex scattered to each other accompanied by the sound of sword friction that had no stop. Sweat mixed with blood fell from their faces. Although lives were already on the verge of dying, their hands were still able to reach out to the enemy and kill him viciously.

The starving men who were fighting to win the war finally began to fall. One by one the generals were killed by Li Baixuan. The soldier who saw Li Baixuan's completely uncontrollable ferocity began to retreat in fear. The shield on their left hand fell to the ground, the shadows of Li Baixuan's large body covering their faces.

Three heads floated in one slash. The man stepped on the pile of corpses he had killed. Eyes ran in all directions intensely. Then he found a man familiar to him.

Bai Huang's. That person was the former Imperial Pillar that was once respected. For some reason, he stepped down from his post and switched to joining the Four Surveillance Units. Bai Huang's facial ripples slowly changed when he realized that a single middle gaze was pointing at him. He looked right at Li Baixuan and was right. Right at the same time, that man named Li Baixuan had already jumped towards him.

Bai Huang raised his sword towards Li Baixuan.

"I see an interesting prey."

Then the man licked the sharp blade of his sword which had been covered in blood. "After being banished by the Empire you hailed you are no different from a street anji-ng. Very hungry, pathetic."

Bai Huang turned to wielding the sword with both hands. His two thick eyebrows were united, unable to bear his heart accepting the humiliation.

"Maybe to you I've been banished by them."

The flash of light in Bai Huang's eyeball revealed great courage. As a fighter who once fought all out for the Shang Empire and stood at the forefront of protecting the people. As great as Li Baixuan was, there would be no trepidation for her soul to be made by that person.

"But to someone, I'm not a tool used to protect people." His grip grew tighter holding the sword, a speck of sweat falling from the tip of his nose.

"I am family to him. Therefore, I am here. I want my family to return and protect everyone in this Empire."

Bai Huang's footsteps indicated that the fight between them had already begun.

"Dead or not I am today, I am sure out there thousands of humans are struggling to do the same with me."

"What is the importance of such a person?" Li Baixuan was unable to understand Bai Huang's thoughts. Is for him a leader as important as he said before.

Li Baixuan had never felt it. When he was about to die from swallowing too many power-enhancing pills, people came to look at him. Or he disappeared on one deadly mission. It felt like when he came back there was nothing to welcome him. They do everything for formality. Everyone respected him. But does everyone really love him?

The man could not hide the unease that had suddenly invaded his heart.

"People like the Demon Sword, he even considered a slave a family. No matter the social status inherent in his veins. He never said he was strong, but everyone paid a lot of respect to him. You don't know how many people keep calling their names out there?"

At first glance Li Baixuan's eyes were filled with anger. "If you say someone seems to have thrown me away, I take that as an insult. Fight with me."

What Bai Huang heard last time was the sound of Li Baixuan's footprints. Bai Huang's eyes opened wide instantly, he saw a vortex of wind coming crashing down from in front of him. If he went inside, Bai Huang was sure a hundred times that a sword slash would get him killed.

Taking a step back, Bai Huang just missteps. He did not understand why in the blink of an eye the figure of Li Baixuan had stood behind him.

"A humiliation, you say?"

Li Baixuan managed to grab Bai Huang's neck until the man was shortened, his breathing paused for a moment.

"You're blabbering about that Demon Sword in front of my face, you don't think that's an insult to me?"

Bai Huang turned pale. Blood no longer flowed into his brain. Then came the sound of cracks coming from his neck bone which was broken by Li Baixuan. No scream came out of Bai Huang's mouth.

A straight slash struck Li Baixuan, Bai Huang managed to break away for a moment from his enemy thanks to the attack earlier. Holding his neck while coughing out blood. Then raised his face to look at Li Baixuan deeply.

"A respected leader will forever be remembered. And a rotten leader who relies on people's fears for power will rot his name and corpse."

Li Baixuan stiffened the tension of her muscles, channeling anger in her left fist. Both of his eyes were red.

Li Baixuan fieryly lunged, raising the sword aloft and instantly making Bai Huang be knocked back with the sword thrown away from the hand.

The sound of Li Baixuan's screams boomed. While Bai Huang picked up a single sword that was stuck straight on the ground. The sword must have belonged to a soldier who had died. He returned to his standing position.

In the blink of an eye, a sharp blade of sword had come eyeing his neck. Bai Huang dodged and counterattacked, his steps retreating several times. Li Baixuan continued forward and slapped the sword until there was not a second left for Bai Huang to catch his breath.

Until that second, Bai Huang felt that his body had been on the verge of breaking. It was no longer able to match Li Baixuan's fighting speed.

One powerful punch managed to hit Bai Huang's head severely. The man crashed far away, the head hit a large rock until it bled. Li Baixuan chased after him quickly, but Bai Huang had already woken up before his arrival.

With the remnants of his consciousness he had, Bai Huang resisted the incoming attack. But what a force, dozens of deep incisions had managed to mutilate his body alive. Until his skull bone was torn and showed pale bones in it. The man stood up straight. Death was not an option for him. As long as one finger could still be moved, the man continued to fight.

The death duel is getting unbalanced. No one wanted to look at it any further, especially the soldiers of the Shang Empire. Seeing such a figure they were disinclined as an Imperial Pillar sat drenched in blood full of wounds.

Bai Huang's head bowed. He sat with his knees bent. His sword has been destroyed. His entire face was covered with blood.

One of the soldiers was about to come forward to save Bai Huang, his eyes were getting hot to see his hero being killed so painfully. But his friend held his chest and said.

"There's nothing you can do for him. At least, let him die without any shame. Your arrival there will only make it look even more miserable."

Bai Huang was stunned, his consciousness was beginning to thin. His head lowered slowly many times. Nevertheless he could hear Li Baixuan's words faintly.

"What if I told you that the person you're fighting for is going to be"

Bai Huang's consciousness was gone.

In a single pull of the sword, Bai Huang's body split so sharply. His life's up. A hero is back. Bai Huang's body that had been so sturdy fell drooped to two different sides. Then Li Baixuan left, leaving the body of his opponent without ever looking back at him at all.

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It was in the middle of a gray day that the rain came back to the land of war. Following the dry blowing wind carried the smoke of the fires previously caused by Huo Rong. War flags were scattered with weapons and corpses. There is hardly any land to cover anymore.

But among the bodies were still seen some living people, huddled up asking for forgiveness of life. They can see a very familiar figure but do not know who he is.

At the time of his appearance, there was an unusual air coming. The wind blew flying his black robe decorated with the Blood Moon emblem. His eyes were deep and dark, though the beautiful light within was like a glazed blue gem. The sound of wet feet from the rain swayed their ears. That person walked towards the two dying soldiers amidst the corpses.

Neither their hands nor their feet could be moved anymore. But their mouths could still move, fluttering while shaking violently.

"Pardon our lives, we beg ..."

A hand stuck out at the two, with teary eyes the two soldiers asked in astonishment. "What ..."

"You are my colleagues. Your lives are precious. So get up and win this war. Don't forget your anxious family is waiting for your return."

"A-you!? Second Young Master Xin?!?" Too surprised to recognize the face, one of the soldiers stood up. No matter what the calf of his leg that was barely missed, he immediately prostrated respectfully.

The other one was no less surprised and speechless immediately did the same. "If we knew you were with us, we wouldn't want this body to stop fighting for you. Young Master Xin Second, please forgive my presumptuousness."

"No need to do that. Uplight your head. I'm just looking where the Strongest One went"

Xin Chen suddenly held his chest in pain.making the two warriors from the Shang Empire worried.

"Are you okay, my lord?" Then the man moved his trembling hand withstanding the pain, taking out an herbal plant covered in brown cloth. "It's my wife's gift, it can grow all kinds of diseases."

Xin Chen's eyebrows met each other. He still accepted the gift, saying thank you. Quickly, Xin Chen left while holding back something that was trying to come out from within his body.

"DECKER DRAGON!"

It was a remark that came out of his mouth as it came out from Xin Chen's body. The War God Spirit was truly wrathful, rising up against a creature that turned out to be hiding in Xin Chen's subconscious room.

Ye Long's. The dragon could not get out of there at all. Though he was eager to go down to the battlefield but Xin Chen only let him out in the early days of the war alone.

The War God Spirit looked at Xin Chen who was currently putting on a terrifying face.

"What? Why are you so angry. If there is a problem we talk about it from heart to heart, or from brain to brain. Put on that little bit of wits, let me have a cage with that charred lizard. You think a War God Spirit like me is as low as it seems?"

His words were just stuck. The War God Spirit stared at his surroundings that were filled with negative air. In his eyes, this entire place was no different from a mass burial that held so much spirit power.

The War God Spirit scowled all over until Xin Chen squinted, knowing the meaning of the spirit face.

But Xin Chen could not stop the War God Spirit that had drifted far away. Gathering all spirit energy in an approximate amount. Approximately two hundred thousand lives or even more had been floating above the air. And it can only be seen by himself and the spirit user.

The War God Spirit absorbed all that power in his hand.

Xin Chen had not expected all of the black energy in this place to run out unceasingly in just a split second. The Spirit of the God of War is not to be underestimated at all. Countless how much power that spirit had now possessed, even if it wanted to now even the War God Spirit could fight on balance against Xin Chen.

"What the fuck is that look?"

"I don't allow you to do that."

"Who knows we need this power going forward. Besides, if I really betrayed you, I should have done it a long time ago when I took over your body."

But despite having said so, the War God Spirit was still dangerous. Xin Chen knew the War God Spirit could have at any time taken the opportunity to kill him. With that, no one could stop him from destroying humans. Perhaps for this reason too, the people of the Qing Empire considered this power a disaster.

The purpose of the War God Spirit coming out was actually not to absorb the power of the humans who had died. But to avenge his broken horn. Simply flipping his palm, the power of black smoke moved swiftly. It spread to all sides like night mist.

Then when the War God Spirit opened his eyes, he instantly turned to a single point. Up ahead, he could see the figure he was looking for, Li Baixuan.

"The time has come to kill you."

The War God Spirit was about to fly in that direction, he could hear the sound of paper opening from behind. The Book of Spirit Controllers let out a light that instantly drew his body into it.

The War God Spirit swore half dead. He really wanted to kill Xin Chen that second as well.

Xin Chen knew letting the War God Spirit roam around would only add trouble for him. When the power of the War God Spirit re-integrated within him, Xin Chen who was floating in the air fell down. There was no one around but a corpse. Trying to stand up a few times, his body seemed numb.

'How many hundred thousand spirits have entered the book?'

Black drops of blood flowed from both corners of his lips. For a long time, only this time Xin Chen again felt a pain that there was no antidote. This power could have gotten him killed.

Xin Chen's pupils narrowed, he could see the shadow of a dragon figure above the sky. The body was like there was no power anymore, falling just like that and hitting the earth. A strong wind came along with the mighty earth cave. Xin Chen walked against the wind currents. Unable to speak any more, he did not know whether Shui was still holding on or not.

Li Baixuan beat the dragon all out.