This is quite a novel gameplay. Human cultivator slaves are not rare, but those with a Golden Core are very uncommon, and those from a major Daoist lineage are even rarer. A Golden Core Sword Cultivator is practically unheard of.

The Dushan Sword Lineage is well-known throughout Jinxiu Continent, having fought fiercely in the human-demon battles and leaving many classic examples of warfare. Even among the Demon Clan, they are famous. Seeing a Golden Core Sword Cultivator making a fool of himself in front of everyone is extremely satisfying.

Cheers thundered all at once, filled with laughter and curses, vulgar words pouring in like a tide.

The Sword Cultivator, with his back facing Hei Fu, slightly moved his limbs as if his blood was not circulating properly due to being restrained for too long. Then, facing the countless demons, the Sword Cultivator's face showed a cruel smile.

The Flying Sword burst out from the cultivator's body, wobbling weakly, as if it could fall at any moment, eliciting countless jeers from the surrounding demons.

Hei Fu raised his snake head high, relishing the unique glory. At this moment, the slight sense of setback within the starlight vanished completely.

It hardly did any preparation, not even bothering to glance at the Flying Sword. Hei Fu knew Luo Yewang's state very well after years of torment; no one was more familiar with how much skill the Sword Cultivator had left.

However, Hei Fu's disregard did not mean its companions from Minggu Mountain were equally unaware. Mao Rixing was the most astute and sensed something awry first, loudly warning,

"Snake Lord, be careful!"

Too late. As it warned, the Flying Sword suddenly accelerated. After covering half the initially short distance, it sped up, darting like lightning into Hei Fu's open mouth.

The tens of thousands of demons collectively cheered, guessing that the Snake Lord was trying to perform a trick of holding the Flying Sword in its mouth—and it succeeded...

In the next moment, Hei Fu's hundred-foot snake body seemed to have something overturning within it, crazily writhing, and its snake body burst forth with thousands of holes, as if something exploded inside.

Hei Fu let out a long, tragic hiss, feeling its Demon Core, demonic power, and divine essence were ravaged and riddled with holes by a surge of force. In its agonized struggle, it saw Luo Yewang slowly turn around...

It wasn't Luo Yewang, but that lone Dushan renegade!

Hei Fu, consumed by profound unwillingness, faded into darkness, its Dao dissolved into the heavens, unable to comprehend why the Luo Yewang it clearly captured turned into Hou Niao.

Regret was futile; it ultimately failed to exercise due caution.

Hou Niao roared, "Those who dare to attack the Sword Lineage will meet this fate!"

With a leap, he transformed into sword light, charging straight into the demon ranks, unleashing hundreds of sword lights which morphed into thousands. Even with thousands of demonic creatures blocking his path, the resolute momentum remained unchanged.

Some rushed recklessly to obstruct the sword lights, others simply waved flags and shouted without exerting force, and some hid their bodies behind others. Comparatively, though thousands of demons were engulfed by thousands of sword lights, they failed to exhibit their expected thickness.

The Flying Sword was merciless, but demons possessed emotions, pitting the unfeeling against the emotional…

"Stop him! Don't let him get away!"

Mao Rixing and Jing An were fuming in the rear. They couldn't fathom how the always-cautious Winged Snake made such an impertinent mistake.

But lamenting was useless; apprehending the culprit was paramount. If not encircled now, such an opportunity would be hard to come by again.

Upon the collision of thousands of sword lights with the demon horde, blood splattered skyward. The weaker ones couldn't even withstand a single sword light, but most of the attacking monsters managed to block, allowing them to bask smugly.

However, dozens of sword lights bypassed the thick demon swarm, scattering in all directions, seemingly obscuring the Sword Cultivator's form.

Jing An knew; he shouted in desperation, "Follow the sword light. Among them is the Sword Cultivator's true form!"

The demon horde surged forth, each pursuing their own, relying on their numbers to tail every sword light with dozens or even hundreds of monsters, Mao Rixing and Jing An among them.

With their capabilities, they should have identified Hou Niao's concealed sword light without fail, yet their Divine Sense was muddled by the crowd, casting confusion and hindering discernment. As the demon horde dispersed, they randomly chose two lights that seemed likelier—a matter of sheer luck.

Predictably, fortune didn't favor them extravagantly.

Within moments, most Flying Swords lost power and vanished, leaving a horde of cursing demons.

Only one sword light remained, accelerating; then, it retracted, revealing a Daoist who turned back with a grin,

"Guess which sword light I'm hiding in?"

The Purple Mansion pulsed, launching hundreds of sword lights. He blended into them using a Body Sword Skill, presenting yet another dilemma: a hundreds-to-one choice.

This was Hou Niao's innovative escape tactic. Regardless of the pursuing forces, they faced repeated hundreds-to-one dilemmas. By the end...

No one would select to the very last. Not even the impulsive Demon Clan would persist after two rounds of multiple-choice ordeal.

Risk life chasing a fugitive? To them, foolishness.

Hou Niao executed a swift Sword Control, eager to learn Luo Yewang and Tan Xiao's situation, but without the Stone Fetus, he couldn't enter the Altar Cave Heaven.

This mission had been convoluted; fortunately, the results were satisfactory. Those due for rescue were rescued, targets were killed, and he was currently fleeing...

Yet his route wasn't back to the Southwest, heading due north instead.

The art of escapism is veering away from home base. He anticipated these Outer Space demons wouldn't easily let go of someone who shamed all demons at the Demon Gathering.

From what he knew, an undead Transmission Formation existed in the desert, not a feat by the undead themselves but an innovation brought by the Outer Space demons. This technique was familiar to both Upper Realm demons and Daoists alike, as he'd heard Tianfeng and Hong Xiu mention it.

If he fled in a straight line, being intercepted was probable; distance covered in days could be traversed instantaneously via Transmission Formation.

However, that wasn't the main reason for altering his course. If solely homeward-bound, he preferred an arduous combat journey. Over the years, real battle experience was scant; most of it involved grinding in the Soul Realm, not genuinely tangible.

His real intent was to pursue Jing An's released Wood Element Forest, evoking a deeply familiar sensation.

A feeling of the Wood Spirit Orb.

Though he hadn't seen a Wood Spirit Orb, his Wood Element skills honed in Sui Mo City, among the Five Elements Spiritual Pearls, he had only interacted with Water, Earth, and Gold, with the Fire Spirit Pearl utterly elusive to tracing. Despite his Sect Leader status with Sword Lineage's resources, no trace of the Fire Spirit Pearl surfaced.

Unable to find the Fire Spirit Pearl, pursuing the Wood Spirit Orb could be a viable direction.

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