This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

"It is this sword."

"It looks like a fine sword indeed, Lord Chi Pu will surely like it." The Demon Marshal couldn’t help but click his tongue in praise.

Just by appearance alone, the Dragon Sparrow Sword stood out as one of the most attractive among the myriad Sword Artifacts.

"Li! Fei! Yu!"

But just as the Demon Marshal was praising the Dragon Sparrow Sword, a voice like that of a ghoul from hell echoed in his ears.

He turned his head in astonishment, only to discover Qing Ge standing beside him, his eyes bulging wider than brass bells, filled with a fierce and ferocious light.

What is he doing?

Damn, not again?

The three words ’Li Feiyu’ immediately stirred up the Demon Marshal’s unpleasant memories—just moments ago, after Qing Ge uttered these words, he had killed a messenger from the Netherworld, seemingly without cause.

Qing Ge, however, was truly enraged.

Because he had recognized the sword, and subsequently, through the sword, the person, too.

It was Li Feiyu who had used this very sword to slash through his Blood Sea.

Does that mean Li Feiyu, is actually Lu Qingshan?

No, wasn’t Li Feiyu the one constantly claiming to be looking for trouble with Lu Qingshan?

How had he suddenly become Lu Qingshan?

A case of the thief crying ’Stop thief’?

Also, wasn’t Li Feiyu one of the elder brother’s men?

Qing Ge’s head felt as muddled as a mess of paste, his thoughts tangled and indistinguishable.

As the very image of the Dragon Sparrow Sword was conjured, the Soul Thought of the Enchanting Demon Lord reached its limit, unable to bear the burden, and began to dissipate and vanish.

The ghastly aura from the body of the Hundred Illusion Butterfly slowly disappeared with the dispersal of the Enchanting Demon Lord’s Soul Thought.

Without the control of the Enchanting Demon Lord’s Soul Thought, the Hundred Illusion Butterfly seemed confused, fluttering in place, unsure of the current situation.

The next moment, a swirl of Demonic Qi shot out, transforming into a giant hand that grabbed the Hundred Illusion Butterfly in one sweep.

"Lord Qing Ge, what is the meaning of this?" The Demon Marshal was caught off guard and was actually preempted by Qing Ge in seizing the Hundred Illusion Butterfly—Qing Ge, having lost both arms, could only manifest such an action through a hand of Demonic Qi.

"I happen to have a deep grudge against this Lu Qingshan. I can’t breathe easy until I kill him with my own hands. Since you also plan to kill him, let me handle this matter," declared Qing Ge with solemn assurance.

Although still confused about the entire situation, he had seized upon a core point—if he captured this "Lu Qingshan," wouldn’t everything fall into place?

"Lord Qing Ge, we cannot take this matter lightly. The Enchanting Demon Lord has repeatedly stressed its importance. How could you treat it so lightly?" The Demon Marshal’s complexion was grim, suppressing his anger and even subtly threatened, invoking Chi Pu, "If Lord Chi Pu finds out about this, I’m afraid it may harm the brotherly bond between you two!"

As he spoke, the Demon Marshal was moved to act, stretching out his hand, intent on taking the Hundred Illusion Butterfly back.

"How dare you," Qing Ge, seeing this, bellowed furiously, his voice thundering like an explosion, "Do you intend to raise your hand against me? If you dare, I will report this matter to my father!

Can my big brother still stay so arrogant, allowing even his subordinates to disrespect me?"

"You’ve misunderstood, my lord." Intimidated by Qing Ge’s rebuke, the Demon Marshal’s outstretched hand paused awkwardly in mid-air, uncertain whether to advance or retreat.

"My brother has a lot on his plate; it’s only right that I, as his younger brother, help share the burden.

With united hearts, brothers as we are, how could we allow a villain like you to create discord?"

Qing Ge glanced coldly at the Demon Marshal, not giving him much time to react. He turned and, taking the Hundred Illusion Butterfly with him, shot up into the sky, flying toward the outskirts of Black Demon City. "Let’s go."

The triangular-eyed Demonic Cultivator cast a meaningful glance at the Demon Marshal without saying much, and followed Qing Ge as they left together.

Qing Ge left decisively, not even bothering with the main purpose of his visit to Black Demon City—to heal his injuries using the Blood Pool.

He was afraid that any further delay would actually invite his big brother Chi Pu, and despite his annoyance, he had to admit that he was somewhat intimidated by his brother.

He could only act quickly and decisively, giving his brother no time to react.

Once everything was settled, what could his big brother do to him?

As for why he had stolen the Hundred Illusion Butterfly?

Aside from his desire to personally kill Lu Qingshan, to avenge the humiliation of that day, there was another, more significant reason...

The Pseudo Dao Artifact—how he coveted it!

If he could secure this Pseudo Dao Artifact for himself, his "Black Blood" Demon Soldiers would certainly become much more formidable.

To kill a Fifth Realm Sword Cultivator and obtain a Pseudo Dao Artifact—how could he let such an enormous opportunity slip by and benefit his big brother?

This move of mine, not only denies my brother the Pseudo Dao Artifact that should have been his but also brings an unexpected windfall to me, unrelated to the artifact.

This back-and-forth leaves my brother at a great loss, while I gain immensely!

My brother mockingly says I’m brainless all the time, but isn’t he the one who has to silently swallow this setback?

It seems I’ve really gotten smarter after this ordeal!

Qing Ge silently reveled in his self-satisfaction.

As for the possibility of an upset in an easy fight?

I, the noble Qing Ge, Demon General, with the War Demon Bloodline, facing a Fifth Realm Sword Cultivator—could there really be an accident?