Where is the Sword Pavilion's Pavilion Master?
The Devil religion wasn't the only one concerned about this.
Everyone in the world was curious.
Based on Ying Qingqing's words and their intelligence network, the Devil religion could confirm that the Sword Pavilion Master wasn't recuperating in the Sword Pavilion, but had gone out instead.
But where exactly he went was still a mystery.
The people most likely to know the answer were his direct disciples, the Sword Pavilion's Five Heroes, Shi Jing, Nie Hua, and the others.
Hearing Chen Chuhua's words, Nie Hua was so angry that he laughed. "His Highness isn't crazy. You are!"
Chen Chuhua said indifferently, "I advise you to think about it seriously."
"Demon Deity, you are indeed crazy. We don't know Master's whereabouts. Even if we did, why would we tell you?" Nie Hua had no fear on his face. "Even if we die here, my master will kill you and avenge us in the future. I'd like to see if the Demon Emperor can keep you in his pocket!"
Chen Chuhua's tone was indifferent. "The dead can't come back to life. Even if the Sword King can kill me, he can't bring you back from the dead. Besides …"
She smiled.
"If you cooperate, not only will you be spared from punishment, but you will also have a chance to save Mister Fourth's life. He already lost an arm. You don't want him to lose his life too, do you?"
After capturing Jie Xingmang, Zhang Tianheng and the other interrogation experts of the Devil religion had interrogated him.
But Jie Xingmang was too tight-lipped, so the people of the Devil religion didn't get much information.
But the situation was different now.
Nie Hua and Shi Jing weren't necessarily softer than Jie Xingmang, and they weren't necessarily more tight-lipped.
But now, they were in the hands of the Demon King in groups of two or three.
Their concern for each other could be a weak breakthrough point.
Nie Hua stared at Chen Chuhua and let out a long sigh.
"Despicable!"
A folding fan appeared in Chen Chuhua's hand. She opened it and waved it gently. "You flatter me, Mister Third. I just said that I don't want to do anything if I can."
Although she said that, Shi Jing and Nie Hua did not dare to underestimate her.
Just like Wang Qiyi, Chen Chuhua was at the twelfth level of the Martial Path, the Nurturing Realm.
But the previous scene was still vivid in his mind.
One punch.
One slash.
One palm.
In three moves, Wang Qiyi was utterly defeated and could only be slaughtered.
In fact, from the first punch, the outcome was already decided.
It was the Nine Dragons Emperor Fist, a manifestation of the Boundless Elephants Divine Art.
While heavily injuring Wang Qiyi's body, it also caused his mental state to become unstable.
In a hurry, he used the Nine Dragons Emperor Fist.
In the end, he was greeted with the Vast Cold Blade of the Lunar Scripture.
The slightest difference could lead to a difference of a thousand li.
The result was a crushing defeat.
It looked as if Chen Chuhua had resorted to trickery and launched a sneak attack.
However, if they were to fight head-on, Wang Qiyi would still not be a match for him.
At most, he could try to escape, but he wouldn't be killed on the spot.
Now it was Shi Jing and Nie Hua's turn to face this enemy.
"Our Master created us, and you want us to betray him? Dream on!" Nie Hua said firmly, "As for Fourth Junior Brother, with his temper, the first thing he will do when he wakes up and finds out that we surrendered because of him is to personally behead us and then fight to the death. You're wrong to use him to threaten us!"
Shi Jing, who had been silent all this while, shouted at the same time, "Third Senior Brother, let's go!"
A sword suddenly appeared in his left hand.
The sword light flashed, first aimed at Xiao Yuntian, who was blocking Nie Hua's path.
Xiao Yuntian's body turned into a stream of wind, his figure flashing.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, Shi Jing's sword light followed.
Moreover, the sword light arrived first, as if it had predicted Xiao Yuntian's movement trajectory.
Xiao Yuntian was forced to dodge again.
He did not dodge, as if he was the one who crashed into Shi Jing's sword light.
However, this dodge opened up a path for Nie Hua.
Nie Hua's flying sword rose, his body turned into a rainbow that shot into the sky.
At the end of the rainbow, Shi Jing was still wrapped around.
Shi Jing attacked with his sword.
The sword light pointed at Zhang Tianheng, Jingang, and Elder Mingjing.
Each sword seemed to defeat the enemy first, attacking the enemy's weakness, forcing the people of Devil Religion to stop.
Chen Chuhua looked at this scene, calm and unruffled.
"What a good Intellectual Sword," she praised lightly. At the same time, her jade-white hand clenched into a fist and punched in the air.
In the void, light and shadow condensed and manifested, instantly forming a Buddha!
This Buddha formed a fist seal and hit the rainbow formed by the sword light.
Seeing this, Elder Mingjing had a slightly complicated expression.
Shi Jing took a deep breath.
One of the most difficult opponents of his Intellectual Sword was the ultimate technique of Qing Liang Temple, the Mahayana Bodhi Fist.
There was no Bodhi tree, nor was there a mirror. There was nothing, so where did dust gather?
When he punched, there was nothing in Shi Jing's eyes, as if there was no weakness to be found.
Although it was formed by the Boundless Elephant Divine Art, it had already understood its essence.
Shi Jing believed that Chen Chuhua's Mahayana Bodhi Fist definitely had a weakness.
But there was a difference in their cultivation realms, and it was difficult for him to capture the weakness in Chen Chuhua's fist technique in a short time.
He could not attack the enemy's weakness.
In the end, he could only watch as the Buddha in the sky punched and hit the rainbow-like sword light.
The sword light instantly shattered.
The rainbow light instantly disappeared.
Shi Jing and Nie Hua were both left behind.
They were only half a step slower, and the other experts of Devil Religion had already surrounded them again.
Chen Chuhua suppressed Shi Jing with the Mahayana Bodhi Fist as if he was taking a stroll.
Then …
His pure white palm was like a knife.
He suddenly slashed at Nie Hua.
The knife intent that was like the moonlight seemed to be even faster than lightning.
Nie Hua, who was resisting the attacks of Xiao Yuntian and Jingang, was already in a difficult situation. At this time, he was ambushed by a Twelfth Realm King Wu. How could he dodge?
He was instantly severely injured, and blood splattered in the sky.
"There's no need to continue, right?"
Chen Chuhua acted as if nothing had happened. He took a step back and did not attack anymore.
Nie Hua snorted coldly. "Dream on. You can only get a corpse from me at most …"
As he spoke, he suddenly felt his back go numb.
Nie Hua turned his head with difficulty and looked at his junior brother behind him in disbelief.
Shi Jing looked exhausted. "Third Senior Brother, I've already caused Fourth Senior Brother to lose an arm. I don't want him to lose his life, and I don't want anything to happen to you. I'm still responsible for the entire team being wiped out. All the mistakes are on me."
"…" Nie Hua glared at his junior brother. "Coward! Idiot! "
Shi Jing held his index and middle fingers together like a sword and lightly tapped the air a few times.
Nie Hua immediately closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
Shi Jing turned to look at Chen Chuhua. "I know that you won't agree to let Third Senior Brother go in order to keep the secret. I only hope that you can spare his and Fourth Senior Brother's lives."
"Mister Fifth, please." Chen Chuhua did not deny it.
Shi Jing took a deep breath.
He carried Nie Hua and stepped onto the Six Dragons Emperor Carriage.
Previously, many people tried to cover for him and tried their best to board the Emperor Carriage.
In the end, he was only one step away from reaching the end of the world.
And now, he had finally taken this step.
His state of mind and the result were poles apart, and the difference was like heaven and earth.
Previously, it was the last step of deciding to die.
Now, it seemed to be the first step of surrendering.
Zhang Tianheng, Jingang, and the others all stared at Shi Jing with malicious intentions.
Shi Jing's expression was calm.
Chen Chuhua floated over and stepped onto the Six Dragons Emperor Carriage. Then, he took the lead and walked into the main hall.
In the main hall, Chen Luoyang sat high up on the seat. With a somewhat indifferent attitude, he watched the crowd walk down the stairs.
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