Chapter 909: After the Wine

"What is the situation?"

Seeing that green ship fleeing as if flying, both the two Heavenly Demons, Hu Tian and his companion, as well as the people on the shore, and even the two Sword Saints were momentarily stunned:

Is this the followers of the Evil God running away with their tails between their legs?

Just now, was it a complete victory for the Zhen Sword?

But looking at that green ship, it is still unscathed, right? The speed at which it left is even faster than the speed at which it arrived; this is surely very healthy, right?

Could it be... that the Thunder Light was like an inner martial art that strikes across mountains to hit a cow, appearing unbroken on the outside but actually completely rotted on the inside?

Hu Tian frowned, thinking: I just felt that the monster's power within the lightning domain was not weakened; did I feel it wrong? Or did the nature of the Thunder Light change secretly, but I did not notice? I have heard that there is a type of thunder on the Human side called "Yin Thunder," which injures people invisibly without a sound; could it be this kind of thunder he has?

After all, the other party is a Sword Saint, the premier powerhouse in the Human World, and he was so confident when he struck just now; no matter how you look at it, he seems very formidable. Hu Tian did not suspect anything else and directly followed Human etiquette, cupping his hands: "As expected of the Zhen Sword Saint, hearing thunder in a silent place; truly incomparably powerful, easily repelling a strong enemy. I admire you!"

What he said was certainly sincere, but Zhen Sword could not help but blush, returning the salute: "I dare not accept. I did not severely injure them just now; I had only just prepared a stronger move when they ran away on their own. I suppose they saw our powerful lineup and prestigious might, and were intimidated. It seems they do not intend to go to full-scale war with us yet, so they chose a strategic retreat when encountering difficulties. This is not my merit alone."

Hu Tian thought he was being modest and continued to flatter: "That is still due to the Zhen Sword's Supernatural Power being formidable; if you had not displayed your might, how would these evil followers who bully the weak and fear the strong have run away?"

Zhen Sword responded with his mouth, but in his heart, he felt hollow: his lightning indeed did not injure that ship. Of course, it is not to say he had no other means to harm the opponent, but it was clear the opponent had an extraordinary resistance to lightning; if he wanted to display his power and severely injure the opponent, he would have to reveal his trump cards.

Just as he was planning to display his bottom-of-the-box power for the glory of humanity, the opponent ran away for no reason. Compared to Hu Tian and the others who were completely confused, Zhen Sword, the Sword Saint who knew the most inside information, guessed a few points:

This could be called the greatest inside agent in the Human World; Tang Zhao, the Evil God himself, has taken action.

He must have issued the order to retreat directly from somewhere, and so the Evil God's followers naturally obeyed and retreated. And they ran quite urgently, looking as if they had been beaten into a rout.

Although Zhen Sword still had many means he had not displayed, he could not blame Tang Zhao for doing something unnecessary. Now that the situation is unclear, what is the point of fighting some followers to the death? It was merely to display the power of the Human World and suppress the remnants of the Heavenly Demons on the opposite side.

If we talk about the effect, is it better to use all one's strength to finally defeat some Evil God lackeys, or is it better to have the effect of firing one move as lightly as seen before and making the Evil God turn and run?

Of course, if he used all his strength and moves and still could not win while fighting the Evil God's followers to the death, that effect would be laughable.

Now is the best arrangement.

Zhen Sword, while brushing off Hu Tian's intentional or unintentional flattery, was secretly vigilant in his heart:

This Evil God is truly formidable!

According to what Tang Zhao said, although he can control the Evil God, he does not control him at all times; he can only intervene in decision-making and reverse decisions at critical moments. The development of the Evil God cult was all brought about by the Evil God himself. These followers also rely on the original, authentic power of the Evil God.

In the brief exchange just now, Zhen Sword had already discovered that even when dealing with some of the Evil God's followers, a Sword Saint like him needs to get serious; can one see how terrifying the power of the Evil God's followers is?

Of course, since the Evil God cult was trying to assassinate Priest Hu Tian, those sent were naturally the elite of the team, perhaps the top-ranking figures, but in any case, they should not be the High Priest, right? Who knows how many such teams they still have?

And what about the Evil God himself?

Zhen Sword felt very heavy in his heart and also had some lingering fear: it is fortunate that there is Tang Zhao; otherwise, if he had not been prepared and let this Evil God rush over, how much harm would have been caused on the shore? I don't know how he did it; Tang Zhao's power should still be less than a Sword Saint, right? Yet he can do things that Sword Saints cannot.

At this moment, he also attached more importance to this negotiation. Although he did not reject the strategy of forming an alliance with the Heavenly Demons before, he held a more mocking heart, feeling that this was just a delaying tactic and that he would turn around and finish them off later. But now, he has a bit of genuine importance.

After all, although there is Tang Zhao, the power of the cult is real; those powers will not disappear into thin air, and the Evil God will continue to exist; someone must eliminate them. One cannot really count on the Evil God giving an order and all the elites committing suicide without hesitation, right?

Moreover, is Tang Zhao's control really that perfect? Is there no possibility of it going out of control?

It is still more reassuring to completely crush this monster along with the lackeys under its seat.

Currently, Zhen Sword, according to the previous plan, welcomed Hu Tian and his party—that is, the two of them—to the Qianjing, which is the Tianwaitian of the Qian Sword.

Actually, the most formal meeting place should be the Sword Mountain Hall, which is where the Sword Saints gather for meetings. It is just that welcoming them directly inside would be too absolute an attitude. A strategy that everyone is satisfied with has not been determined yet.

Welcoming them to the Qian Sword's territory, where the status is second only to the main hall, is also of sufficient standard. On the other hand, it is, after all, occupying private ground. To go a step further, it can show the friendship between the two sides; to take a step back, private does not mean official, and the attitude can change.

At this time, both Qian Sword and Kun Sword were in the Ganyu, and all kinds of reception etiquette and welcoming banquets were of the highest standard. It can be said that one could not pick out any faults; that kind of seriousness meant that even signing a contract on the spot here would not be beneath one's dignity.

Here, they welcomed the two to the banquet, starting with all kinds of social niceties; these are the procedures that "people of the scene" should go through. Even the Shengnyu, who was heavy-hearted, had to keep a smile. In this regard, the Heavenly Demons would not be unfamiliar; where are there no human relationships and worldly wisdom?

It was not until the wine had passed three rounds and the food had been tasted, reaching the point where one could speak irresponsibly with a bit of wine, that Hu Tian seemed to be tipsy, saying in a long voice: "Several Sword Saint Majesties, how does the taste of war feel?"

On the other side, Kun Sword, who rarely shows his face, smiled: "Much better than three years ago. Three years ago we were on the defensive, but three years later we are on the offensive. To tell you the truth, the level of your soldiers on the Qianxian has plummeted so much that they often collapse without a fight; I simply cannot believe it. It is as if their morale has been drained away."

Hu Tian shook his head and said: "Is that so? It is not surprising. After all, having rested for three years, our children have not adapted for a while; it will be better after a while. We people of the Lingjie will not be afraid of fighting. But in any case—peace is better."

Kun Sword said: "Peace is good, but it was not us who shattered the peace. We have always hoped for long-lasting peace, but what if the enemy does not allow it? Of course, it is to pick up swords and guns, and with them, blade to blade, sword to sword, kill out a peace."

As he spoke, the killing intent in his tone was fully revealed, diluting the wine aura on the table.

Hu Tian was very calm and said: "Who does not love peace? It is just that one is forced by circumstances. War has never been far away. Those children are born facing the flames of war; they learn to hold a sword as soon as they learn to walk; they talk about fighting and killing; who knows if they can grow up, or if they will die on the battlefield one day. This is all us adults being sorry to them, not bringing them peace. We look high and mighty, but in fact, we are deeply sinful."

Xun Sword was silently turning his wine cup, and Kun Sword suddenly paused and slammed his wine cup on the table. Only a "clatter" was heard, and wine splashed everywhere.

"Hu Tian, are you apologizing?"

"We should all apologize to the children..."

"I am talking about you! You Heavenly Demons! Do you want to apologize?" Kun Sword suddenly stood up, staring at him coldly, and said: "Although we also have places of negligence and did not protect every child well, don't you try to confuse concepts and equate you demons who started the war and have committed countless crimes with us!"

The veins on his forehead bulged, gradually breaking through his cultivation as a Sword Saint: "Who started the war? Who came across worlds to invade? Who wantonly slaughtered innocent civilians? Who caused the suffering of the common people and the destruction of families? It is you Heavenly Demons! You have been sinners and mortal enemies from the first day you stepped on our land, deeply sinful! And our picking up weapons to resist is justice!"

"We did lose many comrades in the resistance, and it also implicated some common people, but tracing this to the root, the culprit is you! As for the Heavenly Demons who died when invading the Human World, that can only be said to be well-deserved; you are the ones who should reflect on letting your own people come thousands of miles to die, not us!"

There was silence at the table.

Zhen Sword looked at Kun Sword in a daze. Everyone's role at the banquet was arranged; Kun Sword was originally meant to play the bad cop and say unpleasant things. Because it was not appropriate for Qian Sword to be the leader, and Xun Sword and he himself had already acted as envoys and were naturally suited to be the good cop, the role of demonstrating was assigned to Kun Sword, who had the best temper.

Before, Zhen Sword was still a little worried; Kun Sword had always had a good temper, and he was afraid that the other party would not be able to play the role well, but he did not expect him to have such momentum.

Is this a true outpouring of emotion?

Hearing Kun Sword's words, Zhen Sword felt his blood surging; for a moment, he wished he could abandon all "strategy" and "the big picture" and only make a choice from his heart.

Of course, it was only for a moment; Zhen Sword's reason eventually returned quickly. His eyes wandered around the table, waiting to make a choice to control the rhythm, but at this time he still did not speak, only listening to Kun Sword shouting angrily:

"I know what you are here for, and I also know that you have reached the point of life and death, which is why you have to shamelessly come to us to seek peace; in essence, it is just being forced by the situation. Don't pretend to be peace envoys!"

"For me, picking up weapons to fight until all you Heavenly Demons are driven out and eliminated is the best choice. However, for the sake of our Human children and our comrades-in-arms, we can choose to endure and sit at a table with you to discuss peace. But that is not for you to confuse right and wrong and be vague."

"If you are sincerely apologizing, it is not for us to forgive you, but for you to be able to face your conscience a little. If you can't even do that, at least shut up, say less nonsense and sarcastic remarks, and we will just sit down and talk about interests; that is all."