Chapter 410

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「You're mocking me? 」 Zhou Yu felt like a fool, being toyed with by this Young Master Jade Dragon.

He even stopped in his tracks, intending to see what this so-called strongest ultimate move actually was.

Very cautious, one could say he was given full respect.

And the result?

And the result!

And you give me this?

With a soft chime, Zhou Yu's waist-worn longsword unsheathed, aimed at Ao Yu Lie: "Jade Dragon Young Master? Hmph! I think you're more suited to be called a jumping clown."

The blade's cold light flickered, the guard shaped like a pair of outstretched crimson wings, the hilt's end trailing a bright yellow sword tassel.

Crimson Wing, Zhou Yu's exclusive weapon, thrown into the martial world, enough to spark contention and a wave of bloody rain.

"Just wait to die." Ao Yu Lie said, foolish mortal, you don't understand how terrifying this move is.

"You're the one who'll die!" Zhou Yu roared fiercely, about to act.

At this very moment, a fierce wind swept in, a figure shot out from within the Black Heaven Divine Palace at extreme speed, arriving before Zhou Yu in the blink of an eye.

Black blade light tore through the air, slashing toward Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu's cautious care took effect at this moment, instantly changing his move, the longsword sweeping horizontally to block before him.

A crisp sound, the black blade light only paused slightly, the longsword split in two, falling to the ground.

"You..."

Zhou Yu, from right shoulder to left waist, was nearly cleaved in two, the wound without a single drop of blood flowing out.

No one knows why, he didn't die on the spot, but instead stared wide-eyed, gazing at the newcomer.

The one who severed his Crimson Wing and then cleaved him in two was not that Xuanzang monk.

It was Zhu Buwen!

"You-her-mother sick! Others call him his master, what's it to you!"

Before his eyes rapidly dimmed, Zhou Yu's final thought before death wasn't about the Black Flame Demonic Blade, fame not undeserved, this life of mine not worth mentioning, etc.

But rather, he felt Zhu Buwen was sick.

Everyone's about to completely raze your lair, you come out, say nothing, and just chop me Zhou Yu?

You chopped the wrong target! What did I Zhou Yu do wrong? I Zhou Yu won't accept this!

"Eh?" Ao Yu Lie and them also froze, that figure came rushing in with a sweeping gale.

In an instant, it cleaved the imposing White Feather Sword Manor Master in two.

Like a demon-subduing chief descending from heaven, truly the human Tai Sui god!

Immense prestige, killing intent overflowing.

But the person who appeared wasn't the expected Xuanzang, but Zhu Buwen.

That Black Heaven Divine Palace Master looks more like a wealthy gentleman than a martial artist.

Always gives the feeling of having chopped the wrong person.

If observed carefully, one can see that on the Black Flame Demonic Blade's body, the originally steadily burning black flame.

At this moment, now resembles a candle remnant in the wind.

"Power, been consumed?" Ao Yu Lie thought silently.

After cleaving Zhou Yu in two, Zhu Buwen didn't even glance back at Ao Yu Lie and the others, charging into the White Feather Sword Manor crowd.

Those people hastily met him, but in no time were slaughtered into utter defeat.

However, one can also see that the wounds cut into Zhu Buwen's body now heal at a much slower speed.

When he had finished dealing with these people, his body bore several more deep wounds down to the bone.

Emitting an eerie white, as if soaked in water for a long time.

The person's entire skin also had no trace of blood, his physique compared to the start, not much thinner.

The wound sites were faintly wriggling, struggling to recover.

Zhu Buwen's eyes, still covered in black, already two parts human, eight parts ghost.

Walking the black night road, needs no adornment, enough to scare the timid into liver and gall bursting.

A faint footstep sound came, someone arrived at Ao Yu Lie's side.

"Master, this power on the demonic blade..." Ao Yu Lie didn't need to turn back, also knew who came.

"The power was consumed by me." Tang Luo said, "I have enlightened this person one thousand eight hundred thirty-nine times, so the power on the Black Flame Demonic Blade has also been nearly consumed."

"Indeed." Ao Yu Lie nodded.

No wonder this guy, as soon as he rushed out, directly sought out Zhou Yu.

The reason is simple: to replenish power. And Zhou Yu's qi and blood surging, he is the one among a group with the most vibrant vitality.

Plus he wears a full white feather robe, truly like a firefly in the night, so flashy and dazzling.

If not him, who else?

"Now Zhu Buwen has no wisdom left, merely acting on instinct like a beast." Tang Luo said, "No wonder this blade is called the Black Flame Demonic Blade, there's still a reason."

As he spoke, Zhu Buwen slowly turned, looking toward Tang Luo.

The black flame on the demonic blade in his hand didn't increase in number, but stabilized slightly.

No longer swaying as before, giving no feeling of imminent extinction.

Zhu Buwen emitted a threatening low growl from his mouth, wanting to attack, not daring; wanting to flee, equally not daring.

The fear of Tang Luo, from the just-passed one thousand eight hundred thirty-nine deaths, has already been etched into his instinct.

"Is that Second Senior Brother's nine-toothed rake...?" Ao Yulie asked.

"It looks a lot like it, hard to say for sure." Tang Luo reached out and grasped at the void.

Zhu Buwen let out a roar, the Black Flame Demon Blade in his hand trembling, dragging his whole body sliding uncontrollably toward Tang Luo.

The blade fell into Tang Luo's hand, gripped tight; the sharp edge couldn't leave even a white mark on his palm.

A palm struck Zhu Buwen's chest.

Zhu Buwen's body shuddered violently, the black in his eyes rapidly receding, his hands locked tight on the hilt finally loosening.

His body toppled backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Kicking up a cloud of gray-white "dust".

Not dust from the ground, but the dust of Zhu Buwen's corpse after death; in the process of falling, he directly air-dried and even weathered away.

Lightly stabbing the Black Flame Demon Blade into the ground, Tang Luo released it; the flames on the blade slowly extinguished.

They would reignite only when truly picked up and used.

"Amitabha." Tang Luo looked at the others, intoning a Buddhist invocation, "May this poor monk treat the benefactors' injuries first?"

Collecting merit — earn more or less, it's all karma.

"Many thanks, Master."

Everyone thanked him in succession.

A warm current settled on their bodies; one by one, in no time at all, they became lively and vigorous.

Then a group of people entered the interior of the Black Heaven Divine Palace and began collecting this trip's spoils.

Their clothes also needed changing.

The two of them, Tang Luo, didn't go in, staying outside instead.

Ao Yulie didn't know from where he produced the Black Flame Demon Blade's scabbard.

This scabbard wasn't part of the Holy Weapon; it was specially forged by Zhu Buwen after he obtained the Black Flame Demon Blade, and it was quite heavy.

Sheathing the Black Flame Demon Blade, Ao Yulie held the demon blade.

After a while, a segment of information surfaced:

Black Flame Demon Blade

A divine weapon forged from extraordinary materials, of boundless power, difficult for ordinary people to control.

Like the Gold Brick, there was only a very simple information description.

No more skill-related information whatsoever.

Ao Yulie observed closely, stroking the Black Flame Demon Blade; after a moment, he affirmed, "Master, this blade absolutely has a connection to the Nine-Toothed Rake."

"This master suspects this blade was forged using the Nine-Toothed Rake, but only a part of it, not the whole." Tang Luo said.

"Could Second Senior Brother be in this world?" Ao Yulie said.

"Find all nine Holy Weapons first." Tang Luo said.

One of the nine Holy Weapons, the Black Flame Demon Blade, was forged from the Nine-Toothed Rake; what about the other Holy Weapons?

Were they likewise forged from parts of the Nine-Toothed Rake, or were they forged from other divine weapons?

To know, they must first find the other Holy Weapons.

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth; Tang Luo also had no interest in guessing here — finding the other Holy Weapons to verify was the proper way.

The speed at which the God-Demon Walkers scavenged spoils was very fast.

Before long, everyone came out carrying large and small bundles.

"Let's go." Tang Luo said; the group left this territory that once belonged to the Black Heaven Divine Palace, and in the future who knew who it would belong to.

Leaving behind a ground full of corpses.

Strangely, there was very little blood; who knew what bizarre stories would spread through Chinese whispers.

In the latter half of the night, Tang Luo and the others, having retrieved their horses from the mountain foot, had no intention of hurrying on in the dark; they found a quiet, wind-sheltered spot.

Tang Luo took out the Cursed House and set it down; the horses were tethered near the Cursed House, and they pitched camp to rest.

Everyone entered the Cursed House; Xiaotian Dog meowed once and jumped onto Tang Luo's shoulder.

She disliked this world's suppression, so she simply stayed inside the Cursed House all the time.

Sleeping all day, fully converging her power; even when the Cursed House was stowed away, it caused Tang Luo no burden whatsoever.

Before resting, naturally they had to divide this trip's spoils.

No one raised any question about the Black Flame Demon Blade's ownership; it definitely belonged to Tang Luo and his disciple.

Additionally, various healing items found in the Black Heaven Divine Palace — some were storable items, some were not.

Besides keeping a share for their own use, the rest were all given to Tang Luo.

Everyone knew Master Xuanzang always needed various healing items.

Seemingly to heal himself...

Or perhaps, to enhance his strength?

This was someone else's secret; no one with a brain would go prying into why exactly Tang Luo collected various healing items.

Weapons and such, everyone divided among themselves.

There were also some exquisite hidden mechanisms and concealed weapons, also belonging to the category of storable items.

In the hands of God-Demon Walkers who possessed "personal space", they could exert huge effect — as long as they could delay that bit of time needed to take them out.

That standard villain move: chatting away then suddenly attacking.

Thinking carefully, villains really do talk a lot.

Can't be helped; villains usually love playing all sorts of schemes and tricks, and at the final moment, if they don't speak it out themselves, no one would know at all.

"Meritorious achievements" can't be publicized; walking in embroidered robes at night — that's truly stifling.

On Tang Luo's end, the service was thorough; he performed a "repair surgery" on the break point of the Ice Spear, cutting it perfectly flat with a single hand-chop.

So that this one wouldn't cut the hand.

Tang Yuhan exchanged a decent healing item for the Ice Spear.

And Zhang Xiuping gritted his teeth and produced a small red apple.

According to him, this was the Apple of Eden; no matter how severe the injury, as long as a single breath remained, eating this apple would instantly restore one.

Used to trade for that sniper rifle equipment.

One for offense, one for survival.

Which one was more "valuable" was truly hard to say.

Both parties got what they needed, extremely pleasant.

This operation to annihilate the Black Heaven Divine Palace also brought Tang Luo a considerable amount of merit power.

The martial world, fighting and killing.

None of them count as good people; falling into villainy or becoming bad people is an exceedingly simple and easy matter.

This evil world is precisely Tang Luo's merit harvesting ground.