Xianxia: My Junior Sisters Are Freaks!

Chapter 224: The Drunk Sword Immortal's Methods

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

To be honest, the Drunk Sword Immortal felt a strange ripple in his heart.

Every time he heard the demoness, he could not help but think of the isolated beauty from a thousand years ago and the earth-shattering battle that year. It really made him feel a little displeased.

Hearing the Drunk Sword Immortal snort in dissatisfaction, the demons below the altar were very puzzled. They did not know what they had said wrong.

In their impression, weren't humans all greedy for profit and beauty?

Why were they all trying their best to be satisfied? Not only was the person on the altar unmoved, but he was also emitting a Killing Intent?

It was only after they mentioned the great beauty that that person had such an intense reaction. Could it be...?

In the darkness, a few black figures hidden deep within the black robes began to look at each other.

"Haha! Interesting. I didn't expect that he couldn't do that!"

"Shh! be quiet. If he gets angry and runs away, we'll have to wait for the next time before we can get out."

"It's not a big deal if he can't do that. He needs to be cured..."

"However, I still can't help but want to laugh. Hahaha!"

"..."

A rustling sound could be heard.

If the Drunk Sword Immortal could see the situation under the altar seal, he would definitely notice that the faces of the demons which were covered with demon patterns were filled with mockery and teasing expressions.

Drunk Sword Immortal's expression also became colder, and the corners of his mouth even slightly trembled.

This group of demon brats were really outrageous, actually suspecting that he couldn't do that!

In the next moment, his eyes flickered, and then he pulled out the longsword by his waist. A dense Sword Intent and spirit energy gathered on the longsword, and a powerful Sword Immortal's pressure was emitted from his body.

At this moment, he obviously did not have any intention to argue with these demons.

He swung the longsword backward.

Buzz! A white light shot out, and the sword's Qi, which was like a pure white moonlight, instantly hit the barrier on the altar, causing a loud rumble.

"Damn! This old guy finally figured it out. Is he trying to open the barrier through violence?"

At this moment.

A joyful voice came from below the altar.

"F*ck, let's work together and attack the formation from both sides. We'll definitely be able to break this damned Four Symbols Demon-Subduing Formation."

"Hehehe!" After the Drunk Sword Immortal slashed out with his sword, he did not stop. He simply waved his sword, sheathed it, and left as if nothing had happened.

An ancient and cold male voice faintly sounded from his mouth.

"Good and evil always comes back to us. It's just that the time hasn't come yet."

"Now is not the time for you to come out. You'd better obediently stay in the darkness!"

The few demon leaders who were prepared to attack were all stunned when they heard this. They seemed to be somewhat confused about Drunk Sword Immortal's intentions.

And just as they were hesitating for a moment...

Boom!

The white sword Qi that was originally attacking the array formation seemed to have found a passage through! In an instant, it penetrated through the layers of array formations and arrived in front of the few demons below the altar.

Oh my God!

Was that person a madman?

He had actually sent his own spiritual power to this sealed land. The crux of the matter was that the demon race had tried for thousands of years to do this but had yet to break through the barrier. How had he done it?

"Someone actually did it..."

But no matter what, the person who had done it was no longer someone they could provoke.

"No, not good!"

"We've been tricked!"

"Is this person trying to let us out? He wants to kill us. Retreat quickly!"

The demon race thought of escaping. But since Drunk Sword Immortal had crossed the barrier and attacked, it was obvious that he had the intention to kill them.

Want to escape? is that possible?

The white sword light that suddenly appeared seemed to have turned into a scythe of death, with the ability to easily take their lives.

"Ah..."

Before they could regain their senses, it collided violently with their bodies. The demonic Qi around their bodies was instantly purified into a vacuum zone, the few demons who had been clamoring watched in horror as their bodies gradually turned into dust...

If they had time to do it all over again, they would definitely not have provoked this madman.

The few people who had been sent to the seal by the demons with great difficulty were all annihilated by Drunk Sword Immortal just like that!

...

After a series of loud screams, the entire place suddenly quieted down.

The altar, which was originally shining brightly with golden light, sensed that the demonic Qi had disappeared. At this moment, the altar also returned to its usual calm.

Drunk Sword Immortal was not very happy about what had just happened, because although the people who had appeared under the barrier were just a few small fries, it also meant that cracks had appeared in the seal, so he had killed those demons to intimidate the other demons and buy some time for the next preparations.

No matter what, he could not stay in this place for long.

"The advance army of the demon race, the Demon God Sect!"

"We can only leave it to the other cultivators in the East Continent to deal with them. It's time for those old fellows in the entire east continent to exercise their muscles and bones!"

...

In the depths of the Red Cliff.

In an extremely dark underground palace, there was quite a commotion.

The aura that came from the altar just now had greatly stimulated their nerves. Everyone in this place could clearly feel the pure demon Qi that made people tremble.

They knew that the sealed demon race was very close to the day of their arrival in the eastern wastelands. When that time came, it would be the best time for them to end their hiding.

"Hehehe!"

On the throne, the middle-aged man in red was lying down comfortably. His appearance was very strange, even strange. He had a trace of evil Qi mixed with a trace of violent blood Qi, it was as if he was a creature formed by three different people.

His long hair was as bright as blood, and he always had a half-smile on his face. He held a feather fan made of some unknown animal in his hand, and his strange appearance was very eye-catching.

That strange middle-aged man was none other than the saint son of the demon race, Chen Youliang, who had disappeared for a while.

The most dangerous place was also the safest place.

No one would have thought that they were hiding in a desperate corner of the Red Cliff.

"By the way, how are the preparations coming along?"

Chen Youliang's sharp voice was more or less displeased.

That was because Drunk Sword Immortal had taken away his two most important chess pieces after he escaped last time.

This made him a little resentful.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the Holy Son!"

"All the plans are ready. Once Your Highness gives the order, we can start immediately!"

"Mm! Well done."

Chen Youliang stopped waving the feather fan in his hand and looked at the person who spoke with satisfaction.

When the people kneeling on the ground saw that pair of demonic blood-colored eyes, their pupils could not help but shrink. Then, they lowered their heads in fear.

"Keke!"

"Alright, what's going on in the East Continent recently?"

A small leader who was in charge of gathering intelligence stepped forward when he heard the question, he answered in fear, "Your Highness, now that the news of the son of fate has spread like wildfire, those old fellows hiding in the dark are also getting restless. It seems that their focus has been on finding the Son of Fate recently and they have no time to care about other places."

"This is the best time to carry out the big plan."

Unexpectedly, Chen Youliang was not happy that the plan was feasible. Instead, he frowned slightly