Chapter 370: Chapter 366: Sword Cultivator

"Tsk tsk, little human whelp. I’ll let you have the first move. If you wait for me to strike, you might just end up as a pile of meat paste," the Bull Demon King laughed, his voice full of arrogance and contempt.

Luo Zijie was a prodigy of the Ancient Academy. Just walking on campus was enough to cause a stir and fervent discussion. When had he ever been subjected to such disrespect? With a single motion, he thrust out his palm. The force of the strike caused a series of explosive cracks in the air as it landed cleanly on the Bull Demon King’s body.

The Bull Demon King took the palm strike without so much as swaying. "Little human whelp, what are you doing?" he said, dissatisfied. "Put some muscle into it. Are you not even trying?"

This was blatant contempt.

Luo Zijie sucked in a sharp breath, his face turning ashen. His own palm strike, landing on his opponent’s physical body, had felt like it hit nothing at all.

’So this is the body of a proper Rank Three Demon Spirit,’ he thought. ’It’s indestructible.’

At this moment, Luo Zijie’s fervent desire to avenge his brother vanished. He had undoubtedly fallen into a den of Demons.

Not far away, the strongest freshman, this Snake Demon, watched him with a faint smile, as relaxed as if he were watching a play.

"Good luck, Senior."

Tu Xiao’an’s voice rang out, making Luo Zijie so angry he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Luo Zijie forced himself to calm down. ’If I use my true strength,’ he thought, ’it’s not impossible to fight a Rank Three Demon Spirit.’

What do heroes fear most?

Not death, but growing old and feeble—a helplessness known only to them. And what do young geniuses fear most? Not failing to become a mighty expert of their generation, but dying before they can reach their full potential.

This world has never lacked talented Martial Cultivators; the vast majority of them simply die before they have a chance to mature.

Luo Zijie had come to avenge his brother, not to throw his own life away.

A warrior can be killed, but not humiliated.

Primordial Qi surged around his body, and his hair whipped about wildly. The next moment, his feet tapped lightly on the ground as his figure shot forward like a flash of phantom light, appearing before the Bull Demon King in the blink of an eye.

He stacked his palms, one over the other, and unleashed a gust of force that howled with the power to topple mountains and overturn seas, crashing down on his opponent from all sides.

"Haha, now this is a little more interesting."

The Bull Demon King, his thick chest hair on full display, didn’t even bother to dodge or evade Luo Zijie’s dense barrage of attacks. He simply stood his ground and took them head-on.

BOOM... BOOM... BOOM...

These palm strikes, containing enough power to shatter boulders, only managed to force the Bull Demon King back a single, slow step.

’Dammit, how can his physical body be this strong?!’

Palm strike after palm strike failed to even make his opponent cough up blood. Instead, a storm raged in Luo Zijie’s own heart, and his hair stood on end with a chilling fear.

"Little human whelp, time for you to take a punch from me!"

The Bull Demon King had taken at least thirty palm strikes with his body. His large, bell-like eyes narrowed slightly, and a fist the size of a sandbag shot out without a sound.

PTHOO...

Luo Zijie’s expression changed drastically as he was sent flying backward. He coughed up a mouthful of blood before landing on one knee, gasping for breath.

"Tsk tsk... little human whelp, you’re far too weak. With strength like this, you wanted to kill my master? Who gave you the courage?" the Bull Demon King mocked with a loud laugh.

Watching from a distance, Tu Xiao’an frowned slightly. ’It seems Luo Zijie’s strength is nothing compared to Bai Junran’s. Has he not shown his full power yet?’

’After all, the Bull Demon King’s strongest form is his half-human, half-demon Bull Race appearance. Now *that’s* what you call Copper Skin and Iron Bones. Even my ocular attack can’t use Insight on it.’

’Right now, the Bull Demon King is in his human form. Can’t he even damage this body?’

Of course, there was no way Luo Zijie could be the Bull Demon King’s opponent, but to be crushed so easily was still a bit beyond Tu Xiao’an’s expectations.

For some reason, Tu Xiao’an actually felt a little disappointed.

"Sword Comes!"

Suddenly, Tu Xiao’an’s pupils contracted. He saw Luo Zijie get to his feet again, a long, azure sword now in his hand. His entire aura changed in an instant, becoming as sharp and fierce as an unsheathed Treasure Sword.

"Oh? The little whelp is using a Weapon now, is he?" The Bull Demon King was still full of contempt, not caring in the least.

"Go to hell!" The azure sword in Luo Zijie’s hand flared with brilliant light as he slashed down at the Bull Demon King, loosing a stunning arc of Sword Qi.

The Bull Demon King froze for a second. He looked down and saw a bloody line appear on his body.

SWISH SWISH SWISH...

Luo Zijie moved like a fleeting shadow, his longsword in hand. He abruptly appeared before the Bull Demon King and, in a single second, thrust out dozens of strikes from thin air.

A dense web of sword afterimages completely sealed off all of the Bull Demon King’s escape routes, targeting every vital point on his body.

CLANG... CLANG... CLANG...

Metallic sparks flew from the Bull Demon King’s body. He began to retreat continuously as a painful sensation, like being pricked by countless needles, spread across his body. It was an awful feeling.

"Snake Demon! Watch as I cut down this bull demon of yours!"

With his sword in hand, Luo Zijie’s presence was magnificent and brimming with killing intent. Like an Exiled Immortal moving through an unguarded realm, he completely flustered the Bull Demon King for a moment.

Tu Xiao’an chuckled and narrowed his eyes, focusing on Luo Zijie.

"Ding... Luo Zijie. An exceptionally talented Sword Cultivator genius. Level 29 Peak."

’So he’s a master of the sword,’ Tu Xiao’an realized. ’And he has a Talent for it that ordinary people could never hope to match.’

The sword in his hand was truly breathtaking. His combat power skyrocketed, and with every swing and flourish, Sword Qi crisscrossed through the air.

"Celestial Fury Seven Divine Swords... Slash!"

Luo Zijie grew more courageous the more he fought. This was the moment he was finally unleashing his true strength.

The azure Treasure Sword once again shone with brilliant light, its Sword Qi incomparably sharp.

"BOOM!"

The Bull Demon King was sent flying into the air by Luo Zijie’s strike. If not for the bull’s indestructible, Copper Skin and Iron Bones-like body, that one slash would have split him in two.

With his sword strike proving effective, a fanatical look appeared in Luo Zijie’s eyes. He let out another explosive roar, "Ruling the World! Sword Qi reigns supreme! Kill!"

He brought his sword straight down in a vertical chop. With the force of a churning river and an overturning sea, endless power surged down from the air. The terrifying Sword Qi tore a massive trench over ten meters long into the courtyard ground.

As for the Bull Demon King, he had been smashed deep into that massive trench, and his figure was nowhere to be seen.

’Such powerful Sword Qi.’

Even Tu Xiao’an was shocked by this strike.

’A Sword Cultivator? Just like the sword geniuses in wuxia novels. With a sword in their hand, people like him are completely different from when they’re empty-handed.’

"Bull Demon King, if you get yourself killed, I won’t be collecting your corpse," Tu Xiao’an said, his voice cold and flat.

In the next instant, an unrivaled, tyrannical aura erupted from the massive trench, blotting out the sky. Billowing Demon Qi rolled forth, and the sky above the villa was suddenly covered in dark clouds.

"Little human whelp, watch how I smash you into meat paste!"

The Bull Demon King’s furious roar shot straight to the heavens. Immediately after, a tall and mighty Bull Race burst from the ground like the Demon Lord of Mayhem, surrounded by raging winds that set off fierce explosions in the air.