Chapter 108: 103 Facing the Law

A patch of woods outside the valley is in the midst of a fierce battle!

There was originally a patch of woods in this mountain hollow, but it gradually ceased to exist amidst the fierce battle.

Countless large trees were swept down, shrubs were crushed flat, fallen leaves were trampled into mud, and in the end, the ground was covered in debris, remains, and fresh blood.

The bright red blood is all human blood.

Some children had come out early and were already staying in the woods; they were swept down by the dragon head all at once. Those who could escape did so by rolling and crawling, while those who were injured and could not escape could only find cover on the spot to cling to life, and the most unfortunate ones did not even have a chance to hide.

The dragon head is rampaging as if it has gone mad; it no longer has the consciousness to attack the enemy, only to continuously ram and destroy. A phantom female figure is clinging to the top of its head, trying to use her Spirit to control it, while those fighting it head-on are a middle-aged military officer and another youth.

Peng Yiming is multitasking, driving his Spirit Image to control the Heavenly Demon on one hand, while fighting head-on with a blade on the other, not forgetting to shout loudly: "Little brother, you should fall back. Opposing the Heavenly Demon is the business of our Inspection Division. Take advantage of our fighting to move as many children out as you can!"

The youth, holding an Art Tool, is struggling to harass the dragon head. Hearing this, he grinds his teeth and says: "You think I want to fight side-by-side with you? I... if I don't fight and leave it to you, can you handle it? If even you die, won't everyone be finished?"

Peng Yiming wipes the blood from his face and laughs heartily, saying: "Don't look down on our Inspection Division. I am very strong, hahaha!"

The youth barely dodges a giant rock that was sent flying and curses: "What Inspection Division, pfft!"

He suddenly speaks rudely. Although Peng Yiming is in the middle of a fight, he is still annoyed and says: "What do you mean? Looking down on us? Our Inspection Division takes eliminating demons and pacifying the people as our mission; we have also protected some of your peaceful days."

The youth curses and says: "What bullshit protection! My family was destroyed and I was displaced—that was all caused by you!"

Peng Yiming's expression changes slightly, and he says: "When did that happen?"

The youth says indignantly: "Just a few days ago!"

Peng Yiming is visibly relieved and laughs: "Impossible, we don't do things like bullying the old, the weak, women, and children!"

The youth is about to retort when suddenly one of the dragon head's whiskers whips over like a lash. With a thud, he is swept away, crashes into a crossbeam, and spits out blood.

Peng Yiming hurriedly blocks in front of him and shouts: "You hurry and leave, don't worry about the others, save as many as you can. Don't worry about me either. I tell you, our Town Guardian will be here soon, and then we will make this Heavenly Demon die without a burial place!"

The youth endures the sharp pain, climbs to his feet, and says: "Town Guardian, isn't that the highest official in this area? Why isn't he at the Qianxian? Is he hiding somewhere watching the show? Are you the only hero in your Inspection Division?"

Peng Yiming desperately blocks an attack and yells: "Hey, no disrespect to our Town Guardian! I have already contacted him, he is on his way, as long as we hold on..."

Before he can finish, the youth yells: "Watch out!"

Another dragon whisker from the dragon head whips back, circles halfway from behind, and lashes toward the back of Peng Yiming's head. Peng Yiming cannot dodge in time and can only lean forward—

*Swoosh! *

A streak of white light, and the dragon whisker is severed out of thin air!

Another thin, small figure lands on the battlefield and, without a word, slashes toward the dragon!

As soon as Peng Yiming sees that person, his eyes go wide, and he exclaims: "Tang Zhao, you—how did you get here!"

Tang Zhao does not answer, his expression solemn. The Xiezhi Sword in his hand traces streaks of Sword Light. He does not use any Sword Art, but simply uses the most ordinary and most practiced sword moves to slash at the dragon with all his might. These are all martial arts he has tempered and trained over the past month.

The youth says in astonishment: "What? Is he your Town Guardian?"

Peng Yiming catches sight of Tang Zhao's Remission Bracelet—the one he personally gave him—and how could he not know his intention? He mutters: "Can't do this, this will kill—damn it, if we're going to die, we die together, let's all go all out!"

He suddenly widens his eyes, his whole body stiffens, and several streaks of blood flow down from his seven orifices.

At the same time, the Spirit Image suddenly grows several times larger, its body shining brightly as if little starlight is flickering, and two phantom hands stretch out infinitely, passing through the skull Bone and stabbing into the dragon head.

Instantly, the dragon freezes, controlled by the Spirit Image for a moment.

The injured youth also desperately charges over, the Art Tool in his hand stabbing head-on into the Heavenly Demon's eye socket.

Three people at the end of their rope use their last breath to fight this Heavenly Demon, which is also at the end of its rope.

Let's see who can hold this breath until the end!

Hit!

Tang Zhao's sword, in one breath, sinks to the hilt!

Even without using Sword Art, the Xiezhi Sword itself is extremely sharp against those with guilt, just as he was able to split Xing Ji back then. This dragon head, hard as steel, is also pierced through by the blade of the Xiezhi Sword.

At the same time, the youth's sword also stabs in from the eye socket.

Two swords are stuck in the dragon head, both hitting vital points. If it were a living creature, it would undoubtedly be dead, but for this Heavenly Demon that remains so fierce with only a head left, no one can be sure.

But in this instant, the dragon truly quieted down.

Once the dragon head, originally charred like a skull, quieted down, it was like the withered bones in a grave that had been dead for many days.

Has it been killed?

Tang Zhao looks at his wrist; the sword mark on it has almost disappeared, and he even feels the hand holding the sword begin to sting.

The time is just right, should he let go...?

Suddenly, Peng Yiming lets out a great cry.

"Not good... it's going to disintegrate! Run!" He says, his face already smeared with blood gushing from his features.

Tang Zhao only feels that within the dragon head right before his eyes, a terrifying power is about to burst forth!

Once it erupts, it will surely be a catastrophe sweeping across several miles!

He hears Peng Yiming sob: "Take the children and run, save as many as you can!"

Tang Zhao turns his head abruptly; on the ground, which has been ruined all over, he doesn't know how many children are still hiding and holding their breath.

The ones that can't be moved in time...

In the passage at the valley entrance, he still has two children hidden; he had instructed them to stay where they were and wait for rescue.

They also can't be moved in time. They will die, and he didn't go back to rescue them.

How can he deceive them at the start, and then abandon them?

Peng Yiming is still shouting. The Deputy Envoy himself has not moved from his spot, but instead is telling others to run, seemingly intending to be the last one to shield his teammates.

Tang Zhao makes up his mind and says loudly: "You run too! Haven't you killed anyone before?"

Peng Yiming is stunned, and he sees Tang Zhao shake his hand; the "Remission" Art Tool has already snapped into two pieces.

"Sword Law—"

"Wait—"

Tang Zhao endures the sharp pain coming from his hand:

"Exterminate the evil completely!"

A massive Sword Light rose from the sword body, drilling deeply into the dragon's head; he had used this sword move against the dragon before, a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering strike, yet it hadn't even pierced the skin, but this time the momentum was much smaller, yet it felt like piercing into soft mud, without any obstruction.

Because this Heavenly Demon was already guilty of heinous crimes.

Following the release of the Sword Technique, a massive shadow slowly solidified behind Tang Zhao.

That was not Xiezhi!

——

On a mountain ridge not far away, a red divine beast was shuttling rapidly.

"Faster!"

Xing Ji lay prone on the back of the Bian, urging it from the bottom of his heart!

His anxiety and unease were like substance, wrapping layer by layer around him and the divine beast beneath him.

The Bian had originally been expressionless, but as his mood became increasingly suppressed, it seemed to be affected as well; its brows furrowed, its canine teeth were exposed, and it became ferocious and terrifying.

Its speed grew faster and faster, yet its body became increasingly solid, and the originally illusory fur came into reality one strand at a time.

The Sword Image was in Manifestation!

However, no matter how it shuttled like flight, it was ultimately no match for Sword Qi Transforming into Rainbow, yet its Sword Guest was exhausted and could not transform into a rainbow.

Seeing the valley right before his eyes, suddenly, a phantom rose into the air.

"Lord Judge!"

Others might not know, but how could Xing Ji fail to recognize his old superior?

At this moment, the Judge phantom was extremely clear; its voice, appearance, and demeanor were no different from a living person.

Only one thing was different.

Xing Ji had never seen the Judge with such an expression.

That was not the seriousness, coldness, and natural dignity from his memories.

It was sadness, confusion, and a little bit of remorse.

Xing Ji had once thought that if Tang Zhao could fully wield the Authority Sword, he might make the Judge appear again, and he could see that old superior to whom he owed so much, but he never expected to see such a situation when they met again.

Was this the final emotion Lord Judge left in the Authority Sword?

Wait...

Who summoned the Judge?

Tang Zhao?

Had he not already killed someone...

The Bian stopped its pace, and the scene before his eyes suddenly opened up!

Tang Zhao stood before the massive dragon head, and starting from his hand, fresh blood sprayed out.

Suddenly, the dragon head began to decompose.

From head to Bone, from Bone to fragments, from fragments to dust, and finally it turned into a wisp of blue smoke, dissipating in the air...

What body, what explosion, what majesty...

Everything dissolved into the wind.

Exterminate the evil completely, leaving no trace.

Xing Ji did not care about any Heavenly Demon; he stared fixedly at Tang Zhao.

Tang Zhao's body swayed, and suddenly blood sprayed wildly; a sword mark ran across his body.

Great Execution.

Killer Dies.

"No..." Xing Ji's voice sounded like a scream and also like pain, but mostly it was despair.

"Grant him Remission! Give me Remission for him!"

The Bian pounced over, but quickly jumped away again.

Remission is for the living; no one can grant Remission to the dead.

Tang Zhao was already dead.

The rules of the Xiezhi Sword: Jishi upon violation.

Xing Ji's body also collapsed; he used his sword to prop himself up on the ground, the hand gripping the sword trembling, and streaks of red brilliance wound from his hand to the sword, and from the sword back to his hand. The Bian lay on his back, grabbing his shoulders with its claws.

"This won't do, I must grant him Remission, grant him Remission..."

In mid-air, the Judge's figure turned around, glanced at Xing Ji, his expression seemingly filled with a sense of lament, and then disappeared bit by bit.

The black and white sword fell to the ground.

Peng Yiming looked at the scene before him, feeling both sorrowful and helpless, and stepped forward with small steps, saying: "Town Guardian—"

Then he heard a clear voice say: "Don't touch him!"

Before Peng Yiming could turn his head, he saw a yellow, blurry shadow pounce over, landing on Tang Zhao's body, instantly covering the wound.

That was a fat cat.

Behind it, a girl in yellow walked forward slowly and said: "Li Hua, he gave you candy, have you forgotten? Now repay him for it."

Peng Yiming said in astonishment: "Inspector?"

The fat cat lay on Tang Zhao's body, its figure becoming increasingly faint, as if melting into Tang Zhao's body.

Seeing this, Peng Yiming suddenly recalled a legend of the Land Inspection Division:

Inspector Fu Xianchan, although she became a Sword Hero at a young age, was actually not skilled in combat, and her sword lacked powerful killing moves. In a head-on confrontation, she might not be stronger than top-tier Sword Guests like Xing Ji.

But the Li Hua Sword was recognized as one of the most powerful swords.

Because——

A cat has nine lives!