Chapter 282: Chapter 206: The Town’s Legend and Truth, The Rakshasa Race’s Divine Venerable, A Great Army Bears Down

’The only ones who could defeat me so easily would be in those two realms,’ he thought. ’The Eleventh Realm and the Twelfth Realm.’

He stared at the middle-aged man in the conical hat, not daring to entertain any thoughts of revenge. His voice grew hoarse and dry as he trembled and said:

"Could you be the Garrison Commander of Yulu Pass..."

"I was terribly out of line!"

"Get lost."

Zhao Xuanwu paid him no further mind. That single, casual word—"lost"—sent the man scrambling away in disgrace.

This Sword Cultivator, who called himself a True Inheritor, was a Cultivator from the White Whale Sect, a moderately famous group in the Southern Countries of Great Yan. His sword, named Xu Feng, was a genuine Magical Treasure—a Divine Weapon from the Taoist Family’s Talisman lineage. Legend said it was left behind in the wilderness by a great master who had descended from the mountains to cultivate his heart. The man had found it by chance. Leveraging his already impressive Swordsmanship, he came to understand the True Meaning of Swordsmanship and made a name for himself.

It was only because of his unrestrained nature that he hadn’t been recruited by the Great Yan Government Office or remained in his Sect for secluded cultivation. He preferred to roam the world, seeking opportunities for a breakthrough. For someone like him to be remembered in the Central Plains World, a land teeming with experts, was no small feat. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

And yet, he hadn’t even managed to draw his sword. He was completely suppressed from start to finish, suffering an utter humiliation. Zhao Xuanwu’s single move might have even sullied the man’s Sword Heart and tainted his Sword Intent.

Afterward, Zhao Xuanwu walked over to Lü Feng and smiled. "Remember, what your mother gave you is priceless."

"That stone you’re wearing... not even ten thousand Jade Pendants like the one that man had could compare to it."

Lü Feng asked, "Uncle Zhao, you didn’t kill him. Will he come back to get revenge on my family?"

"Him? He wouldn’t dare."

Zhao Xuanwu smiled faintly. "If he dared to take revenge on your family, his entire Sect would be annihilated. A thousand lives... that’s not a worthwhile trade. He knows that, which is why he ran."

Though spoken with a slight smile, his words sent a strange chill down one’s spine.

Lü Feng took this to heart. After a moment of thought, he said:

"Uncle Zhao, I want to become as strong as you."

Zhao Xuanwu was surprised. "Why? Didn’t you say you didn’t want to learn martial arts before?"

Lü Feng recalled carefully, "There’s a voice inside me telling me that if I don’t learn, I might let a lot of people down."

"Don’t you have a lot of apprentices, Uncle Zhao? Are they all really strong?"

Zhao Xuanwu sighed, his voice tinged with melancholy. "They were strong, yes. But most of them are gone now..."

"There’s another reason I didn’t kill that fellow just now."

"I have shed too much blood in my life. Few of my family and friends from the first half of my life survived. So, in the second half, I try to kill only Demon Fiends."

Lü Feng said, "I heard you mention an apprentice in the Capital City. Is he very strong?"

"He should be. Not long ago, I heard he’s about to become the Crown Prince. If you ever get the chance to go to the Capital City, he should be able to look out for you."

As the two were speaking, the sky suddenly changed color.

Billowing Demonic Qi poured in from the other side of the Great Wall, and the sky rapidly darkened. The entire scene looked like the apocalypse had arrived.

Detecting the presence of the Demonic Qi, the signal tower suddenly belched thick black smoke, warning everyone. At the same time, a protective barrier formed in the sky above the Great Wall.

Lü Feng stared blankly at the sky, not understanding what was happening.

’Why would the signal tower, which hasn’t changed in ten years, suddenly start smoking?’

"Uncle Zhao, what’s going on?"

Seeing this, Zhao Xuanwu muttered:

"The Holy Nether Army is here."

He had long expected this day would come, he just hadn’t thought it would be so soon.

Zhao Xuanwu turned and urged him, "Go home, quickly! The stone statue will protect you!"

Lü Feng turned and fled. He ran like the wind, his body in excellent shape, covering a hundred meters in an instant.

The other townspeople also hid in their homes, not daring to go outside. Shops shuttered their doors, and vendors pulled their carts away. The once-bustling street instantly became empty.

With a rare, solemn expression, Zhao Xuanwu transformed into a streak of rainbow light and appeared atop the city wall.

"Lord Zhao, the City Defense Array has been activated."

A Great Yan Soldier clad in black Fish Scale Armor spoke with a respectful fist-and-palm salute.

This man was the Garrison Commander of Yulu Pass, and as its chief officer, he was the essential power relied upon to defend the wall.

"Mm."

Zhao Xuanwu nodded lightly and gazed down from the hundred-meter-high Great Wall, peering into the Holy Nether Land. As far as the eye could see, the landscape was pitch-black under a blood-red sky, a truly unsettling sight.

They were two completely different worlds.

A hundred-meter-high wall.

What did that even mean?

Even a giant, or one of the Demon Race’s behemoths—like a great ape capable of moving mountains—couldn’t step over the Great Wall. At best, it could only peer over the top.

Within Zhao Xuanwu’s perception, he detected many hideous creatures scuttling across the ground, as well as humanoid, fleshy-winged men drifting through the sky, their faces incomparably ugly.

They had black bodies, red hair, and green eyes. Vicious-looking black veins pulsed on their necks, and a large, fleshy tumor sat on their heads, making for a bizarre sight.

However, many of the flying females were stunningly beautiful and alluring, with skin as white as snow. A careful observer would notice the hidden brutality and greed in their eyes, a clear sign that they were up to no good.

"It’s the Rakshasa King’s army..."

Zhao Xuanwu’s expression turned grave as he identified the enemy.

In the Holy Netherworld, the Ten Kings of the Underworld reigned. Ghosts and spirits of the Netherworld ran rampant, and its Cultivators were governed by the Underworld.

Each of the races led by the Ten Kings of the Underworld was savage and monstrous.

The Rakshasa Race, led by the Rakshasa King, was one of them.

Rakshasa—another name for Evil Ghosts.

They love nothing more than to feast on human flesh and blood. They can fly through the air or travel on land, and they are terrifyingly swift.