Epic Of The Second Strongest Demonic Blade King Chapter 117
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Once his arm fully regenerated and the grievous wounds covering his entire body completely healed, Xiao Lin immediately left where he was and dashed back to where the blast occurred and swept him away.
Immediately he arrived there, he could see many bits of the bodies of the other disciples littering everywhere on the ground.
He then shook his head and said "That bastard, what sect is he from? I have to kill him, he has ruined my plans."
"Now that so many deaths have happened here, the masters from their sects will want to find the person responsible for all these and make him pay. And definitely, all accusing fingers will point at me, since I am the only one going around and breaking the bones of disciples to collect their spatial rings from them. Ugh!"
The instant he thought these, he began to look around for the spatial ring of the disciples that were affected by the powerful explosion that abruptly occurred without warning.
However, after looking around, he saw to his amazement that he couldn't find the rings. Then his eyes shone with a harsher, glaring cold light.
'That bastard even took all the spatial rings for himself.' Xiao Lin said internally with anger roiling within his heart and erupting out of it as an incomparably great killing intent.
Swoosh!
Very quickly, he dashed out of the room at the highest speed that he could muster to find the disciple that gave him that ring that contained a powerful explosive array.
But after moving about in search of that disciple for more than twenty minutes, he suddenly came before someone who stood in his path.
This person wore a large, metallic hat that was colored green and had engravings of a three-headed Phoenix and a six-tailed Dragon on it. Then the robe that the person wore had the logo of an organization that he couldn't quite understand.
However, from the way that the person stood in his path, it was like the person had been waiting there for him to appear.
Therefore, the instant Xiao Lin appeared in front of this person, the person produced a slight cold smile in his face and said, "Hey, you finally arrive in front after so long. So, welcome!"
Immediately the person said that, Xiao Lin furrowed his brows and looked at him cautiously, "Who are you? And how did you know that I will take this path?"
"I have many mystical means which I can use to know what are in the minds of people. You can call it mind reading or whatever. However, just know that once you produce any thought in your mind, and then I deploy my Great Ears of Heaven listening technique, I will be able to know what's in your mind." The person said.
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"Hmm." Xiao Lin uttered.
He then asked "Are you a rogue cultivator, or a disciple from some sect?"
Once Xiao Lin asked that question, the person shook his head and said "Nah, I am not a rogue cultivator. But yea, I am the sole disciple of a master called the Heavenly Ghost Monarch. He was the one that created the art called the Abyssal Ghost Monarch Battle Art."
Then immediately after he said that, he produced a large bow and a broadsword in his hand and said "You see this broadsword, it's called the 'Dirge of Eternals Souleater sword'. While the bow, is called the 'Ghostking Skeleton Bow of Wraiths and Apparitions'"
Then the instant that the green, metal hat-wearing male said those, Xiao Lin looked at him with intense bewilderment in his eyes.
He then asked "But why are you telling me those? Do I need to know?"
"Yea, you need to." The male said.
He then continued with a smile in his face "Something like this bow and sword, which are the ultimate treasures of my master that he gave to me, will definitely render you completely useless before me."
Once the male gave that response, Xiao Lin broke a smile in his face and asked "And how do you know that the bow and sword will render me useless?"
"Well, because you are a devil. Therefore, the bow and sword which are more effective against devils than on humans, will make you weak and be subjugated by me." The male said while Xiao Lin suddenly burst into a wild and uncontrolled laughter.
Then when he finished laughing, he asked "So, let's say you were able to successfully subjugate me, what are you going to do with me? Kill me, or tie me up, take my treasures and expose my unmasked face to the rest of the disciples so that they would see my true face, huh?"
Immediately Xiao Lin asked that question, the male said "Nah, I am not after your treasures. I want to take you to my master so that he can absorb your life force for himself. He is sick and dying, and so needs the vital energy of a devil. Therefore, once I can take you to him and he can devour your soul using his special, Nine Aperture Devil Vitality Devouring mystical art, he should become well to some extent."
And once the male said that, he said further "So, with all that I have mentioned, you should develop a great level of dread towards me because of the plethoric, Devil Suppressing techniques that I know, and the Devil-Subduing weapons that I possess. Therefore, I will advise that you stop your madness and just go into the storage artifact that I will produce when I finish talking."
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Hahaha!
Xiao Lin suddenly laughed in an uncontrolled manner.
He then asked "Your spatial ring, it should contain a lot of treasures and cultivation resources, right?"
The instant Xiao Lin asked that, the male looked at Xiao Lin and said "But wow! I am damned perplexed, devil. After telling you what I plan to do to you, you still have the boldness and courage to ask me what items and materials are contained within my spatial ring and their numbers? Hmm. I see you are foolish. Anyways, get ready to submit yourself to me. Or would you rather battle me and see for yourself if I truly have what it takes to stop you, you seemingly unstoppable devil?"
"Yes! I would love to see what it takes." Xiao Lin immediately said and suddenly dashed out from where he was towards the metal hat-wearing male who only broke a smirking expression in his face.
Then once Xiao Lin appeared in front of him, he abruptly slashed out with his Awakening Doom blade towards his neck.
Xiao Lin actually wanted to kill him with a single, insanely fast and incomparably furious strike. And him doing this, would make it seem like he was scared of this male, as he was the only one that he really set out to kill by beheading since he entered the mansion.
However, it was not that he was frightened that the male who wielded some forms of weapon that could suppress devils, would use it to suppress him. Since he wasn't a devil, but a human that got turned into a true vampire by the Vampire Reborn and Transformation triggering power that his Animal Spirit possessed, he wasn't alarmed or mortified in any way that the weapons which the disciple showed him, would be able to really suppress him.
But the sole reason why he wanted to instantly kill off the hat-wearing male, was because from all that the hat-wearing male mentioned, it produced and sent frigid chilling currents deep into his soul.
If someone had the mysterious ability to know whatever thoughts will surface in one's mind, how dangerous and lethal would that person be to him? So, he wanted to instantly annihilate him and rid himself off of this nemesis that might always come back to hunt him if he wasn't taken care of.
Slash!
The instant Xiao Lin raised his arm and tried to swing the razor-sharp edge of the Awakening Doom blade in his right hand towards the neck of the hat-wearing male, the hat-wearing male who had raised his right leg a few feet above the ground, even before Xiao Lin could arrive by his side at the tremendous speed that he was moving at towards him, suddenly stomped down with it towards the marbled ground of the room.
BANG!!
The instant his right leg stomped the floor, a wave of high devastating power suddenly manifested and raged into the distance in all directions, knocking really hard into Xiao Lin in the process and abruptly sweeping him off his feet and into the distance with a power to seemingly fragment or destroy all things in its path.
While Xiao Lin who was being flung through the air in the backward direction like a furious arrow that was shot out from a mighty bow, quickly brought his knees to his chest and folded his arms around it.
And once he did so, he forced his body which had imitated the shape of a ball, to begin to turn in the anticlockwise motion so that he could reduce the strength of the powerful, backward-shoving force that was constantly acting on his body from that devastating wave that impacted his body with a tremendous amount of power.
Then immediately he felt that the force acting on his body had reduced, he quickly forced his body to stop rolling like a wheel. And once he did so, Xiao Lin quickly unwrapped his arms around his legs and straightened his folded legs back.
Then a moment later, he landed back with his feet firmly against the ground. But where he landed was roughly dozens of feet away from his previous position.
Once Xiao Lin landed, he looked at the hat-wearing male in the distance with a sharp and cold gaze in his eyes. But the frigid and vicious gaze coming from his bright, amber-colored eyes, was actually concealing the immensely great shock that had manifested in the bottomless depth of his heart.
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