The Destiny of the Demon Sword
Sky Sword

Orange re-entered his sister's room with a happy smile. Qianfan frowned watching him.

"Sir, what's the connection with present-day Naninu?" Ask Qianfan.

"Ha ha, you want to know. I have no special relationship with her, for she is too old to be my lover" Kekeh Jingh answered.

He then sat down on the chair with his legs out on the table.

"Hem! I know Brother lied, just be careful if Brother seduces my great-grandchild later" Qianfan replied knowing it.

"really? Where's your great-grandson now?" Ask Orange so enthusiastically to hear it.

"That's right! I regret to say it, lest my great-grandmother become her great-grandmother's competitor" Qianfan replied referring to her sister Qianmei.

The two laughed together. Orange suddenly stopped his laughter, he looked seriously at his sister who was still laughing.

"Is your great-grandson as pretty as Mei'er?" Ask Orange.

The two Qianfan pupils instantly widened returning such a serious orange gaze.

"It's just as pretty, but I'm so worried about my great-grandchildren's fate" Qianfan replied.

"I'll haunt Brother if I dare to hurt one of my great-grandchildren" Qianfan threatened.

"Hem! How many great-grandchildren do you have?" Keep asking Orange.

"There are thirty great grandchildren.22 heroes and the rest girls" Qianfan replied proudly.

Now that the orange was wide-eyed to hear him, his big eyes became even bigger.

"Revelation fell in your eyes, brother!" Qianfan Eject.

***

There was no day without conversation between the two, until it did not feel like ten days had been accompanied by his brother.

As long as there was also no boredom that occupied him, it was because Qianfan told a lot about his efforts to establish the sect that he named by pinning his brother's name, which was because Qianfan told him a lot, Orange to grow large and highly respected by warriors in the martial world.

But within those ten days as well, Qianfan's physical condition had gotten worse. He refused to take drugs, his desire to catch up with his late wife was so strong.

***

Towards the afternoon on the eleventh day Jingga accompanied her sister, there were sounds of commotion outside the residence of the sect.

"Just this time I heard the noise of the crowd outside, I'll see it" said Jingga then stood up from her chair.

Qianfan whose condition was getting weaker could only blink his eyes allowing the orange to come out of his room.

Outside the door of the old residence, it was seen that elder Qianli was arguing with several warriors from other sects who were no less high in tone of voice.

"What are they fighting about?" Tanya thought of Orange and approached her.

Arriving at the doorway, Jingga was surprised to see thousands of warriors from various sects already filling the red bamboo forest.

Some of the warriors immediately set their sights on the orange figure standing in the doorway.

"Are they the same warriors I saw a few days ago?" Muttering thought Orange continued to pay attention to everyone in front of her.

The increasingly loud commotion makes Orange so furious because it can disturb the calmness of his sister.

Orange stepped closer to elder Qianli, he stared intently at the warriors who continued to provoke elder Qianli.

"I don't care what you all fuss about, but I ask you all to leave this red bamboo forest. Go the bastards!" Saying Orange out loud.

Suddenly everyone fell silent, they did not expect the young man who dared to speak out loudly to drive him away.

"Ha ha ha, who do you dare to drive ka-" he said disconnected.

Bugh!

The middle-aged swordsman fell down and died instantly.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Orange took the heart of a middle-aged swordsman who could not finish his speech.

All eyes were on the right hand of the orange grasping the heart that came from the middle-aged swordsman who fell to the ground.

Suddenly all the warriors were horrified to see it, even they could not see when the young man who was staring coldly at the warriors did so.

In front of everyone, Orange immediately put his heart into his mouth and swallowed it with a single throat.

"Good heart" said Jingga while rubbing her dirty mouth with blood.

"Are you all going to stay standing until you all eat your heart or leave the red bamboo forest?" The orange led him to give him a choice.

"You are alone, no matter how great you are, you will not be able to face the thousands of warriors we bring" said an old swordsman so confident he could defeat the Orange.

Orange grinned coldly and then stepped over to the old warrior. Some of the warriors immediately retreated away from him until now leaving only the old swordsman who still did not move from his place.

"Ten compact friends are more useful than a million selfish friends. Look at all your friends who choose to stay away from you" said Orange.

The old fighter immediately looked back, he was so furious to see all his friends away from him.

Cracks!

The old warrior had not yet turned his head. Orang gripped the neck of the old swordsman to shatter his bones, he then put his hand to take the old swordsman's heart and pulled it out and immediately ate it.

Some of the warriors who saw him immediately vomited up the stomach contents because they felt disgusted and grieved.

"I'll give you three finger counts, if you still don't go, I'll eat all your hearts"

"Three"

"Two"

Uncompleted Orange count, all the warriors finally fled running around with the roosts.

A while later, the atmosphere of the red bamboo forest became silent. But the eyes of the elders of the sect were so wide that they saw the hundreds of bodies of the disciples of the Shadow Orange sect lying lifeless.

The orange who saw him also felt wrath like the elders of the sect, he decided to clean up and return to his sister's room.

"Ka-Sister. A- what's" Qianfan said.

The orange stuck his fingertip on Qianfan's lips held his sister back from saying much.

"Focus on yourself until all your great-grandsons come back home. You have to hold on" said Orange, then take a bowl of porridge and feed it.

Geck, tok, tok!

"Just go in, Uncle" said Jingga.

Elder Qianli walked in with his four younger siblings in such a slow pace so as not to disturb his grandfather Qianfan.

"Corange Brother, may we ask your help to avenge the death of a hundred more sect disciples" elder Qianli asked so slowly.

Qianfan who could still hear was clearly so jolted, a grain of tears instantly soaked his face.

The orange who understood his sister's feelings immediately placed the bowl on the table and invited elder Qianli to leave the room. The orange continued to step all the way to the hall room of the sect and occupied one of the chairs.

"I'm disappointed in all of you, you should have asked me out of the new room to say the point" said Jingga.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong" Elder Qianli replied.

"Okay, I forgive you. For that request of yours I could not grant it and I will not leave my own sister" Typhoon then passed away leaving the elders of the sect.

In his sister's room, Jingga took a bowl of porridge and fed back Qianfan.

Tuk, tuk, tuk!

Visible by the orange forefinger left hand Qianfan kept knocking on the wood.

"What do you mean, Fan'er?" Ask Orange does not understand it.

"Ji-jian, Jiantian" Qianfan replied with great difficulty mentioning it.

"Jiantians? Means the sword of Heaven" muttered Orange after thinking about his sister's words.

He immediately felt the wood under his sister's bed and then shifted it.

The truck!

He saw a two-meter long sword wrapped in a white cloth patterned. Orange glanced at his sister asking for permission. Qianfan blinked both of his eyes allowing Orange to pick it up.

After getting permission from his sister, Orange then raised a sword that weighs more than two elephants. Luckily the devil-bodied orange, he had no problems with the weight of the sword he had taken from the bed of his sister.

The spring!

The orange pulled him up quickly, looking at the beauty of the sword blade that had spiritual energy in it.

"A very beautiful sword" he praised as he continued to pay attention to every part of the sword.

"Unfortunately I can't open my spatial ring to insert it" he added, then put the sword back in its sheath.

Qianfan pulled the orange cloth in front of him, he asked him to sit nearby, then he moved his fingers to form a letter spelled by Orange.