Chapter 1014: 323: The Demon Lord Enters the City (Part 4)

"Next one!"Su Yue was covered in blood, and his innate aura combined with the blood-sucking effect gave the illusion that he had just emerged from hell.

"Uncle, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!"

The next to appear was the Fourth-Grade Martial Artist, the nephew of City Lord Heiye.

He was already scared out of his wits.

Earlier, he hoped the Martial Artist ahead could kill Hong Guo, but the way things were developing, it was absolutely impossible.

If he went out, he would end up dead.

But he didn’t want to die.

Really didn’t want to die.

In a little while, he could have broken through to Sixth Grade.

Really didn’t want to die.

"Coward!"

Cang Ji was nearly smoked with anger.

Weakness was understandable, but to show such cowardice!

Now, making such a fuss, it’s utterly disgraceful.

"Disobeying orders, behead him!"

Heiye turned to look at his nephew, murder in his eyes.

He was simply an embarrassing animal.

At this point, can’t he see that even I can’t protect myself?

Daring to beg for mercy?

Does he want the Divine Elder even more furious?

Don’t drag me down!

"This..."

The Grandmaster restraining the Fourth-Grades exchanged glances.

He is the City Lord Heiye’s close nephew. In day-to-day life, City Lord Heiye is especially affectionate.

"Execute him... Are you all deaf?!"

Heiye was so enraged he nearly choked.

Do you find my situation not miserable enough?

Daring to protect this fool.

Mo Kai glanced at Heiye.

Indeed, pitiable.

Dark circles, a pale face, the person visibly thinner.

No wonder.

This Heiye Dan is practically draining Heiye’s life.

Why do you, when nothing’s happening, eat such beastly things!

"Uncle, spare me, I don’t want to die... uh..."

This Fourth-Grade wailed loudly.

You see, his throat was crushed by the Seventh-Grade Camp General, and he didn’t die painfully.

"Alas, I’ll leave you a whole corpse, considering Jing Niao City is facing such calamity!"

The Camp General also felt helpless.

This scene made the other Fourth-Grade Martial Artists even more desperate.

Other than dying, they simply had no other path.

"Phew... There are still 20 left, and my Qi Blood is starting to dry up.

"Hopefully, I can hold on."

Across from the city gates, covered in blood, no one could see Su Yue’s expression.

In fact, his pupils expressed unspeakable exhaustion.

Having battled over 80 matches consecutively, even a Martial Artist built of iron couldn’t endure.

Luckily, there was Mo Kai’s blood-sucking battle strategy; otherwise, Su Yue would’ve been fighting desperately by now.

In fact, Su Yue thought too much; when he truly started fighting, it wasn’t as he imagined.

Due to the death of Heiye’s nephew, the subsequent Martial Artists weren’t aggressive; instead, each was more cowardly than the last.

After killing six or seven, Su Yue felt something strange.

If before some Martial Artists had passable strength, some even operating at their limits, they managed to slash him twice; even in a flock, there are always a few willing to risk their lives.

But the final Martial Artists were so weak they seemed like a joke.

Could it be... were the remaining ones nepotistic connections?

By the end, Su Yue killed 100 Fourth-Grades bewilderingly.

It seemed, 100 Fourth-Grades died.

But calculating carefully.

Those capable of fighting, no more than 25; they exchanged over a dozen moves with Su Yue, and his injuries came from these Martial Artists.

The others, over 40, symbolically made moves, although Su Yue killed them in one strike, it still took great effort.

The rest were utterly worthless, purely Qi Blood Martial Artists, weak in combat, the likes of Bai Xiaolong could kill them in one move.

Su Yue himself didn’t anticipate it going so smoothly.

Jing Niao City appeared strong but was dried up inside. On the lower stage battlefield, the Martial Artists were pathetically weak; without the Tuyue Warriors, they were no match for Zhao Qi Corps.

However, after killing 100 Fourth-Grades, Su Yue discarded his chipped blade, and then headed towards the gate of Jing Niao City.

Along the way, the remaining Fourth-Grades didn’t dare meet Su Yue’s eyes, they nearly collapsed on the ground.

Boom!

A loud crash shook the gate.

Su Yue kicked open the gate of Jing Niao City, casually walked inside, leaving a field of corpses outside.

Cang Ji didn’t intervene, Heiye didn’t intervene.

Why intervene, what face do we have to intervene.

"Disciple, you’ve finally returned!"

Mo Kai floated down from the city wall, lightly patting Su Yue’s shoulder; at the same time, a strand of Qi Blood flowed into Su Yue.

In an instant, Su Yue’s injuries started healing at a visible pace.

Mo Kai furrowed his brows, even more surprised.

My disciple Hong Guo’s physique also excels, adept at absorbing Ninth-Grade Qi Blood effortlessly.

Mind you, Su Yue had a unique opportunity in Mao Yao City, his Yangxiang Race physique wasn’t weaker than the Tri-wash Human Race physique.

"I want to train in the Spiritual Spring of Jing Niao City for three days and three nights."

Su Yue looked at Mo Kai and said calmly.

With 100 Heiye Dan, coupled with training in Jing Niao City’s Spiritual Spring, Su Yue’s Qi Blood value could improve significantly.

Good luck.

"Cang Ji, did you hear my disciple’s request? If you accept the gamble, fulfill my disciple’s request quickly!"

Mo Kai turned, staring at Cang Ji.

"Divine Elder, you cannot agree to him; this brat killed so many Fourth-Grades of Jing Niao City, he doesn’t deserve to touch the Spiritual Spring."

Heiye and a group of Grandmasters hurriedly knelt.

Today was truly the most humiliating day for Jing Niao City.

"Do you have the face to stop?

"The vast Jing Niao City was left devastated by a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist; you should reflect on yourself!

"Tonight, every Grandmaster in Jing Niao City will be whipped ten times each, and Heiye will personally execute it.

"After he finishes, let every Grandmaster whip him ten times as well; if he dies, it’s deserved."

Cang Ji squinted his eyes.

Jing Niao City sprawls freely, rubbish everywhere, do you think I, Cang Ji, don’t know how to assert authority?

Not just those Fourth-Grades, even if Eighth-Grades die, what then?

Deserved!

"As you command!"

All the Grandmasters hurriedly knelt.

Heiye’s face was filled with despair.

This time, the Divine Elder wanted him dead.

Having condensed 100 Heiye Dan, Heiye’s realm was unstable, akin to being severely injured.

He could barely maintain Eighth-Grade strength, it was merely enduring the strain.

"Dear disciple, it’s been a while, let’s chat, shall we?"

Mo Kai was overjoyed, then led Su Yue away.

"Alright!"

Su Yue nodded.

He knew Mo Kai had things to discuss, and after killing 100 Fourth-Grades, his spirit was weary, in need of rest.

Luckily, his Demonic Gu Hell had reached mastery, fulfilling a wish.

As for Xu Baiyan, he would search gradually, as he needed to remain in Jing Niao City for some time.

Sister, wait for me a little longer; be safe!

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