This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Lu Qingshan, blocked by two Demons, looked at the composed Pu Qu Demon Marshal and Qing Ge Demon General, paused for a moment, and without too much change in his expression, calmly asked, "How did you find me?" freēwēbnovel.com

Everything happened so suddenly.

Logically speaking, with the Secret Techniques of the Heavenly Pivot protecting him, plus his always cautious behavior, it shouldn’t have been possible for the Demon Race to discover him.

But since it already happened, hoping it hadn’t was pointless.

Qing Ge Demon General’s eyes gleamed fiercely as he sneered, "Why should I tell you?"

To give Lu Qingshan a clear understanding before he died?

Wouldn’t that just be letting this beast off easy? No, Qing Ge had no such intention.

He had to ensure that he died filled with resentment and confusion, which would be truly satisfying!

Since Qing Ge Demon General wasn’t talking, Lu Qingshan didn’t ask again; he just stared at the Demon General standing in the rain curtain and suddenly cracked a smile, "Your hand has grown back? Then it seems the arm I’ve kept is no longer a limited edition and worthless now."

Hearing this, Qing Ge’s forehead veins bulged uncontrollably—he was reminded of the scene when Marquis of An Hai severed his arm, and Lu Qingshan took it away, even shaking it mockingly at him.

"You... deserve to die!" Qing Ge barely maintained his composure, which was easily shattered.

Seeing this, the Pu Qu Demon Marshal stepped forward and offered courteously, "Lord, allow me to capture him so you may decide his fate."

"No," Qing Ge blocked the Demon Marshal’s impending move with his hand, sneered, and said, "I once said that I would personally slay him.

I, Qing Ge, always keep my word. Just watch, for I shall handle this myself!"

The Pu Qu Demon Marshal stepped back in cooperation and replied, "Then, Lord, enjoy playing with him for a while."

Dealing with a Void Refining Sword Cultivator was something he had confidence in Qing Ge to handle.

"Slay me with your own hand?" Seeing Qing Ge’s behavior, Lu Qingshan just responded with a nonchalant ’oh’.

Whoosh!

The Dragon Sparrow Sword appeared in Lu Qingshan’s right hand.

"I," he swung the Dragon Sparrow Sword with his right arm, the tip pointing towards Qing Ge, "am waiting for you!"

If it were only the Qing Ge Demon General present, Lu Qingshan would have likely attempted to escape.

But with the Pu Qu Demon Marshal present, it all became meaningless.

As a Fifth Realm Sword Cultivator, if he could flee from a Demon Marshal, it would mean the Demon Race should have been eradicated by the Human Race countless times over.

A dead end.

This was a hopeless situation where Lu Qingshan saw not a glimmer of survival.

Lu Qingshan glanced at the Dragon Sparrow Sword in his hand.

The rain poured down, but it couldn’t even get close to the blade of the Dragon Sparrow Sword, instead evaporating immediately upon contact.

"This might be our last fight together," Lu Qingshan softly said to Qin Yitian, with a hint of regret and pity.

"To hold your hand, to share life with you..." Qin Yitian softly replied.

These were the words of the covenant originally established between Lu Qingshan and the Dragon Sparrow Sword, a promise made to each other.

Now, Qin Yitian used these words as her response.

A gentle warmth flowed from the Dragon Sparrow Sword, along Lu Qingshan’s hand, spreading throughout his body.

Lu Qingshan instantly understood Qin Yitian’s intention.

"If that’s the case..."

Of course, he wasn’t willing to die, but he had long been mentally prepared.

In the war between the two races, everyone could potentially die—no exceptions.

Including him.

But at the very least, he would die standing.

Right?

"Then let’s do this!" Lu Qingshan’s figure flashed like a shooting star, already breaking through the rain curtain, moving forward aggressively.

At this moment, the robust Spiritual Power in his body flowed violently, surging like thunder exploding within him.

In his chest, a vast and mighty breath emerged, coiling like a dragon.

His body seemed to be surging with great atmospheric phenomena, majestic to behold, yet Lu Qingshan’s face showed an unprecedented calmness and coldness.

His heart thunders, but his face is like a still lake.

Even if it was a dead end, he would fight until the very last moment.

That was his belief.

The belief of a Sword Cultivator.