Chapter 462: You Run, He Chases, Wings Can't Fly

An unexpected force pulled at Adao, making him see stars. Before he could recover his senses, a dull thud suddenly rang out; a Nine-Ring Broadsword was now embedded in the threshold where he had been lying.

The blade of the broadsword had several notches, and it was impossible to tell if the stains on it were rust or blood. A dark golden Snake was coiled on the back of the blade, passing through nine golden rings. The rings jingled and clattered, looking quite imposing.

Looking at the murderous broadsword, a terrified Adao shivered. He followed the direction from which the blade had flown. In the pitch-black hall, two figures appeared, one sturdy and one thin. They walked in unison, stepping slowly toward the group.

Adao instinctively sensed danger, his small tufts of hair standing on end, looking just like the little herb seedlings in the Spirit Fragrance Herb Field.

"Who is it?"

Adao's voice trembled slightly; the people before him made him feel an inexplicable fear.

This was likely the instinct of a wild beast. After all, although Adao had a Demon Body, he had only been cultivating for a few years, and at his core, he was still a wild beast.

"They are the Dark Guards from beside the Demon Lord!"

The Demon Soldier beside him tightened his grip on Adao and replied in a low voice, completely losing the playful tone he had used while watching the spectacle earlier.

Dark Guards? Who are the Dark Guards? Why had he never heard his master mention them?

This could not be blamed on Lingxiang. She doted on Adao very much and had never intended for him to face danger, so she had not spoken of certain things.

Just like the Dark Guards before them.

The Dark Guards were the personal attendants of successive Demon Lords, chosen from the most elite individuals who stood out in the military camps. They underwent special training, possessed extraordinary methods, and held extremely high status.

Their duties, besides protecting the Demon Lord, included Spirit Communication with the guards in the palace. They followed only the Demon Lord's orders and would listen to no one else, not even the Grand Marshal.

Moreover, these Dark Guards were each masters of unique skills. Since ancient times, apart from the current Demon Lord, no one had ever escaped their grasp.

Hearing what the soldier said, Adao was skeptical:

Are they really that powerful?

But the encroaching murderous intent was real and undeniable.

The two figures drew closer and closer. The soldiers were all trembling with fear, carefully shuffling their feet along the door panels. By the time the two reached the hall entrance, they had already moved to the other side of the hall.

If not for the oppressive atmosphere, the scene would have been quite comical.

Adao could not help but shuffle along with them. The reason he said it was involuntary was because the soldier who had been speaking over his head earlier was pulling him.

"Are you afraid of them?" Adao really did not understand; as fellow Demon Lord's guards, why would they be afraid of them?

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a deathly silence. Adao looked up and saw the soldiers staring at him as if he were a monster.

Adao was once again confused and dazed: Did he say something wrong again?

"You... mmm..."

The soldier dragging Adao wanted to say something but stopped. Only then did Adao recognize that this was the very kid who had first taken him around the Demon Palace.

The soldier did not know what to say about Adao for a moment. Should he call him a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers, or should he say he was wet behind the ears and spoke without thinking?

After deliberating for a long time, the soldier was just about to speak, but upon seeing Adao's bristled little head, he suddenly blushed.

This...

This little tot...

How is he so cute...

"Aren't you afraid of them?" the soldier on the side asked, looking incredulous.

Of course Adao was afraid, but he stiffened his neck and stubbornly said, "Why should I be afraid of them?"

"They are Dark Guards!"

"So what if they are Dark Guards? Aren't they still guards?"

Hiss!

The soldiers gasped—this little tot was truly... The Dark Guards were all ruthless and acted in bizarre ways; they had long been notorious in the Demon Realm, and there was no ordinary member of the Demon Race who did not fear them.

Moreover, they were not just simple Dark Guards. It was said that if there were vacancies for military ranks, these Dark Guards would take over, select new candidates from the soldiers, and train them strictly to succeed them and fill the vacancies.

The current three generals were all from the Dark Guards.

That brat Feilian was actually a Dark Guard from beside the Demon Lord?

Adao could not help but feel a bit indignant: That Feilian looked no different from him, so how could he become a general?

Actually, Adao was wronging Feilian. Although Feilian looked short, like a child, he was actually over three hundred years old. Even Adao's grandmother, Alv, was much younger than Feilian.

Feilian was just born with a small stature.

"Doesn't seem like a big deal..." Adao muttered, and the small tufts of hair on his head miraculously smoothed down.

Once he heard that these people might become Demon Generals in the future, Adao felt from the bottom of his heart that they were not worth fearing at all.

After all, having been by his master's side for these past few years, he saw Guihua being teased every day. Even that arrogant and domineering Feilian would be so angered by his master that he would only dare to bluster but never dare to take action.

But Adao forgot that Lingxiang only dared to act so high and mighty because she held the status of "Royal Princess." If not for the Demon Lord pressing down from above, she would have been torn to pieces long ago, without even a scrap left.

But Adao just felt that Lingxiang was powerful; there was no "person" in the world better or more powerful than Lingxiang.

!

A dull thud interrupted Adao's thoughts. It was the sturdy Dark Guard pulling out his broadsword. Only then did Adao see the man's face in the light, and he was so terrified that his hair, which had just smoothed down, instantly stood up again.

The man's figure looked sturdy, but his exposed face had not a shred of flesh. His eye sockets were deeply sunken and empty, he had no nose, and his teeth were exposed...

Wasn't this just a pile of white bones? A pile of moving white bones!

Although there were many strange people and appearances in the Demon Race and Adao was long used to them, seeing this scene suddenly still made his hair stand on end.

What kind of ghost is this!

Even the soldiers on the side were all as silent as Hanchans.

Although the Dark Guards were their commanders, they did not see them often, and even if they did, it was not this one.

As everyone stared in shock, the skull opened its mouth, and gusts of cold air poured out.

"Those who trespass in Yinxu Hall, die!"

A short sentence, yet it was like a saw blade, every word cutting into everyone's hearts.

They were innocent too; they hadn't wanted to come in themselves!

Before the guards could even explain, the figures of those two Dark Guards moved, scaring them so much they didn't dare to move a muscle.

"What are you standing there for? Run!" Adao shouted to the others while pulling the guard who had been showing him around the palace.

Honestly! As expected, they are so used to slacking off and cutting corners that they lose their heads the moment something happens.

The guards finally came to their senses and hurriedly began to run after Adao.

They had thought that if they escaped outside the hall, they might not be hunted down, but they hadn't expected that every time they were about to reach the entrance, the tall and thin Dark Guard would cut off their path.

Thus, the group began to flee around Yinxu Hall, a chaotic scene of "you run and he chases, you can't escape even with wings."

With no way forward and an "evil ghost" behind, even as clever as Adao was, he was at a loss for what to do for the moment.

Oh, Master! Where are you!

Oh, Grandma! You must surely bless your grandson's little life while you are in the mortal world!