Chapter 810: Obedient Disciple Enters the Embrace 44

The clearer the demon leader explained, the heavier the chill in Fei Mian's heart.

He still remembered that before he entered Xuanzong Sect, the Daoist uncle moved in next door and would buy him candied haws every day that his mother couldn't afford.

They would also praise his good fate, saying he would surely be safe and smooth in the future, becoming rich and noble.

After his mother died, the funeral arrangements were also handled solely by the Daoist uncle, although the neighbors thought their family was unlucky and were unwilling to attend the funeral.

Thus the elder he trusted so much in his childhood almost led him into the abyss.

If…… he had not met Master outside the Sword Cultivation Institute when he was twelve, would he not really have followed this demon leader's plan, step by step driving himself into demonic cultivation?

And then die tonight with nowhere to be buried.

"Mianbao, don't think wildly."

Jin Chen's voice pulled Fei Mian back to reality.

He raised his head to look at Jin Chen and nodded heavily.

Those things won't happen.

Master said that no matter how many times they restart, he will always find him.

His mind was not disturbed; Fei Mian sacrificed a short dagger, lifted his head with a cold gaze, and looked at that familiar face.

"Everything is because of you; I will personally kill you to give my mother an explanation."

"Nonsense, don't say you've just reached Nascent Soul; within the barrier, even your Master can't defeat me."

The demon leader laughed loudly, lunged downward, and demonic qi spread wildly.

Jin Chen raised his arm to block; his white hair fluttered in the wind, his silver eyes cold and pristine.

"Utter nonsense."

If this broken barrier could suppress him, that would be supernatural.

Ice Spirit Mystic Power burst forth instantly, and the temperature in the courtyard plummeted.

Fei Mian seized the moment, dodging to avoid the demon leader's attempt to rush over and grab his hand.

Concealment.

His figure vanished within the courtyard as a gust of wind blew past.

The demon leader didn't expect Luorongchang to not come as he demanded; Jin Chen's entire body's mystic power wasn't suppressed at all, and Fei Mian was even stronger than before.

Explosion.

Fei Mian gathered the mystic power circulating throughout his body, quickly formed a seal with one hand and infused it into the blade, erupting with power greater than Nascent Soul.

The demon leader sensed the mystic power fluctuation, wanted to turn and counterattack, but was firmly suppressed by Jin Chen.

It was still the same fighting style as when they were down the mountain.

Jin Chen only had to help suppress the demon leader for Fei Mian, leaving him to act.

Assassination.

In an empty corner, Fei Mian's figure instantly appeared, charging at the demon leader at extreme speed.

The blade, condensed with all his mystic power, stabbed into the chest.

Fei Mian stared intently at that all-too-familiar face, many childhood memories flashing through his mind, ultimately turning into a hint of hatred in his eyes.

"Ugh!"

The demon leader took a stab to the chest, but as the leader of all demons, he couldn't possibly have only this much ability.

He let out a low roar, his form instantly dissipating and reforming as a phantom skull, directly attacking with demonic power.

Jin Chen shielded Fei Mian behind him, turned his palm downward, and a gleaming ice-blue Ice Spirit Transforming Sword appeared in his hand as he leapt upward.

Even as a phantom, it would still be cut.

After fewer than ten exchanges, the phantom skull's demonic qi was beaten into continual dissipation; the demon leader felt a bit panicked and already planned to retreat first.

After all, the barrier had no effect; the Spirit Order's power was profound, and he might truly not be a match for him.

But if the array were activated early, on the night of the blood moon at zi hour, when yin qi is thick, the demonic qi would surge greatly—then would be the best time to kill the Spirit Order and have Fei Mian offered as a sacrifice.

What he imagined was quite beautiful.

Yet Jin Chen would not give him another chance.

Sensing that the demon leader wanted to leave and his offensive was weakening, Jin Chen glanced at the moon and immediately understood what he intended to do.

"Foolish fantasy."

Jin Chen's voice was extremely cold; his sword momentum not yet withdrawn, his white robe fluttering in the air, ice spikes suddenly appearing behind him, extremely sharp, each threaded with pale blue mystic power.

The long sword thrust toward the demon leader trying to flee, and the ice spikes shot out instantly.

The demon leader was horrified; his attempt to turn stiffened in place, and the ice spikes pierced him completely.

Amid the piercing howl, Fei Mian flashed forward to deliver the final blow.

Whenever he saw that face, he remembered his mother's suffering confined to her bed before her death.

The blade viciously pierced in; the demon leader was utterly defeated, transforming into his true form, head askew, expiring.

A monster with a skull-like face.

Fei Mian did not stop, however; he thrust the blade in again with force until it pierced through the demon leader's head.

The entire neck was severed; he grabbed the head and kicked away the body below the neck.

Jin Chen said not a word about his cruelty, as if it were utterly ordinary.

The two left Yunquan Institute together, heading to the site of the sacrificial array, the barrier outside the rear mountain of Golden Hall.

Luorongchang was now filled with anxiety.

It was almost zi hour; the array was about to activate, yet no sign of the adults bringing Fei Mian.

That would have been fine, but he never expected Bixia and Linghe, those two, to be in Xuanzong Sect, having set up so many demon-slaying arrays!

To date, the number of demon clan deaths is almost ten times that of Xuanzong Sect disciples!

If this continues, the formation will sooner or later have problems!

Just as he was at his wits' end, he finally saw Fei Mian appear in the air.

He hadn't even had a chance to feel relieved when he realized the person approaching was actually Jin Chen!

Fei Mian was still holding the adult's head in his hand!!

Luorongchang rolled his eyes, nearly unable to catch his breath.

Impossible!!

The adult was so powerful, yet he actually died!

In other words, that barrier didn't work at all!

He hurriedly smashed the demon stone in his sleeve, summoning more demons.

Fei Mian tossed the head to Luorongchang's feet.

"Luorongchang, do you still want to keep pretending? It's you who colluded with the demons, and it's you who wants to kill all the disciples tonight."

"Now the demon leader is dead, it's your turn."

Seeing the demon leader's head, the demons fighting the disciples were all shocked and stopped in their tracks.

The Xuanzong Sect disciples startled by Fei Mian's words also looked over, and the fierce atmosphere from moments ago inexplicably cooled.

The demons exclaimed: "Their brave and invincible, powerful demon lord actually just died like that???"

The Xuanzong Sect disciples shouted: "What? What did Fei Mian say?? Who's colluding with the demons? Who wants them all dead tonight? The Sect Leader?"

In a deathly silence.

Luorongchang suddenly let out a low, crazy, sinister laugh.

"I never expected... you actually... killed him."

Unexpectedly, there wasn't much hatred.

On the contrary, I feel somewhat happy.

If it were up to him alone, he could never defeat the demon leader, but if tonight's formation opens successfully, the one who gains all the demon source power will be him!

Luorongchang's smile grew increasingly frenzied.

"Jin Chen, my master was once suppressed by you, but now I can actually surpass you."

Jin Chen coldly watched him go crazy, knowing he was stalling for time, but he only held a sarcastic smile and didn't stop him.

"Your master never even considered killing his own kin."

"So he died! And I... am the final winner."

Luorongchang spotted dark green flames erupting nearby, and his heart leapt with joy.