This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1623 - 4: Silver Spear Shatters Black Armor, Joyful Reunion
The demon army of the Black Armor Domain surged outside Guangling Pass like a mad torrent, followed by a sky filled with smoke signals.
This army, mobilized with the full strength of the Black Armor Domain, was commanded by four great Asura Kings, beneath whom were eight division generals.
Each of these eight division generals hailed from the Asura Clan and possessed the cultivation of top Demon Lords—though, of course, not as powerful as the four Asura Kings, who had combat power more than thirty-five times the Ninth Grade, yet each of them had combat power exceeding twenty times the Ninth Grade, with the strongest nearing thirty times.
Just these eight division generals alone were enough for the Human Race to have a hard time.
No wonder the Asura Clan is known as the natural-born warrior race.
Every Asura Demonic Cultivator, in childhood, would roam the wild mountains and fields, battling various demons as a form of play.
As they grew older, in adolescence, they would constantly challenge surrounding demonic cultivators.
Battle is something that flows in their blood.
Their longing for the second war between Taoism and Demons had been suppressed for an unknown length of time, and now, following the decision of King Luohu, they could finally pursue the attack that had haunted them for millennia.
Each of the eight division generals led a million demonic cultivators, hurrying towards Guangling Pass.
Qiangqi Demon Venerable was one of the eight division generals.
Ranked mid-tier among the eight division generals, with a combat power of twenty-six times the Ninth Grade, he was solidly in the top ten in the Black Armor Domain.
Correspondingly, his army consisted of more than 1.6 million demonic cultivators, although most were Seventh Grade "cannon fodder".
Yet the sheer numbers, even though considered cannon fodder, constituted a terrifying force.
With his skin dark and heavy like armor, the Qiangqi Demon Venerable flew at the forefront of the force, feeling an immense joy, akin to the freedom of a bird soaring the sky.
He instinctively reached out to touch the Asura Blade at his waist, shaped like a long dagger, his eyes ruthless and filled with a thirst for blood and war.
Back then, a Human Cultivator surnamed Xia blew the horn of retaliation after reaching enlightenment, single-handedly entering their Demon Domain, sweeping and slaughtering everywhere.
The Asura Clan, who bore the heaviest killing intent, was noted for committing the greatest slaughter in the First War between Taoism and Demons, and thus was closely scrutinized during the aftermath.
Their Royal City was completely massacred; almost half of the adults in the clan were killed on the spot, and even the children were not spared, erased by that Dharma Cultivation.
Qiangqi Demon Venerable was fortunate; when his parents were erased by Ancestral Patriarch Xia, he was sharpening his battle skills in the Blood Prison with a team.
But when he returned to the Royal City, all he saw were ruins, not even the bodies of his parents—the means of Ancestral Patriarch Xia were to truly erase, leaving not even dust.
He vowed then and there to personally slay a million of the Human Race, sparing not even infants, to avenge the death of his parents at the hands of Ancestral Patriarch Xia.
This might appear illogical: Ancestral Daoist Xia was the one who killed Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s parents; what good does avenging their deaths on unrelated mortals do?
But in reality, that’s the logic of the Asura Clan.
For Qiangqi Demon Venerable, his emotional bonds with his parents were not deep.
—Upon learning that his parents were slain by Ancestral Patriarch Xia, Qiangqi Demon Venerable’s first reaction was more anger than sorrow.
Thinking this way, this division general of the Asura Clan grinned viciously as he gazed at the vast open land in the distance.
The demon army of tens of millions descended south like a lightning strike, clearly showing the prestige of the four Asura Kings, their ability strong, efficiently organizing such a huge operation in such a brief time.
To Qiangqi Demon Venerable, this surprise attack was sure to catch the Human Race off guard, a remarkably correct strategy.
He wasn’t merely a mindless brute driven by battle and vengeance, nor a crazed lunatic; he understood importance and consequences, which is why he has achieved so much.
Even a lion must use its full strength to catch a rabbit.
The Human Race was once their formidable foe who defeated them; even if they seem weak now, they cannot be underestimated.
Even with the imposing advance of his army, Qiangqi Demon Venerable sent scouts ahead to reconnoiter.
A fully staffed scout team of nearly fifty.
After all, the frontier region between Guangling Pass and the spatial passage to the Black Armor Domain is vast and desolate.
In such a territory, even if the Asura Clan dispatches an army of tens of millions of demons, it can’t possibly cover every inch, and there might be ambushes; one must be cautious.
Each scout must rush ahead, and whether they encounter the enemy or not, upon reaching their predetermined location, they must immediately return, with the next scout taking their place.
This process was repeatedly executed, forming a tight loop to ensure no surprises.
Qiangqi Demon Venerable suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
What was unsettling?
He quickly realized the reason.
By now, there should have been a scout returning to report.
Qiangqi Demon Venerable frowned.
After waiting a moment longer, he still didn’t see the scout return.
This delay had clearly surpassed the reasonable timeframe.
With a furrowed brow, Qiangqi Demon Venerable decisively raised his arm, signaling the demonic army behind him to slow down slightly, then waved his hand again to summon another scout team, instructing them to proceed ahead to investigate.
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At a distance ninety thousand miles away from the demon army led by Qiangqi Demon Venerable.
A man holding a long spear, like a common warrior, calmly wiped the blood off the spearhead, then gazed silently into the distance, his face devoid of sorrow or joy.
