Dashing Student-Chapter 1283: Get the Hell Out

Above a certain sea region, four figures were speeding across the sky, with more than a dozen figures closely pursuing them.

"Mice, you have nowhere to escape. Just accept your fate; this time the Elder personally ordered to eliminate you completely. You can’t get away!"

The demon cultivator chasing behind them wore a mocking expression, like a cat toying with a mouse.

And fleeing ahead were none other than Ning Yu, Zheng Yunzhou, and their two companions, all of them injured and looking quite miserable.

At this moment, a demon cultivator behind them summoned a large blood-colored saber, instantly releasing a massive shadow of the Blood Saber, which slashed viciously towards Ning Yu and the others.

"Be careful! It was a lifelong mistake for the Elder to come back with you!"

Daoist Cui summoned his turtle shell, a massive shadow of the turtle shell enveloping the four of them as a loud "dang" rang out when the saber struck the turtle shell’s shadow.

Crack, crack, crack... The sound of dense cracking arose as the turtle shell shattered, the enormous impact causing the four to plummet from the sky, crashing heavily onto a small island, raising a cloud of dust.

The demon cultivators hunting them surrounded the entire island, watching with derision as Ning Yu and the others struggled in pain.

Deng Yunhe had a wound that pierced through his abdomen, still bleeding profusely, yet he stood up at this moment, facing the numerous demon cultivators with a roar.

"Come on! If I kill one, it’s worth it, if I kill two, I’ll earn one!"

His appearance seemed heroic, but to the demon cultivators, it was merely a desperate struggle—exactly their favorite spectacle.

Zheng Yunzhou summoned a door-sized giant sword that was already pitted all over. Facing the numerous demon cultivators, his eyes revealed a hint of sadness.

"Sadly, I will never see my daughter again."

Ning Yu gave a bitter smile, knowing she might die here, yet her heart lacked sadness, feeling somewhat relieved instead.

She was grateful that the scars on her face remained, even the demon cultivators had no interest in her, otherwise, she wouldn’t know how much torture she would endure before her death.

"I never imagined a man with such thick eyebrows and big eyes already has a daughter. What about your partner?" Deng Yunhe teased, perhaps their final idle chat before death.

At the mention of the word partner, Zheng Yunzhou suddenly emanated a surge of anger: "Humph, don’t mention that bitch!"

"For hundreds of years, only now do I know she always had a lover outside. I worked hard to cultivate and earn Spirit Stones, all taken by her to give to her lover."

"So in a fit of rage, I killed that pair of dogs. The reason I’m here is because her family wants to silence me, fearing that disclosure would affect their family’s reputation."

Everyone fell silent over Zheng Yunzhou’s plight, for such matters certainly evoke sympathy. No one had expected this seemingly steady guy also had moments of losing control.

The carefree Deng Yunhe was unfazed, perhaps because facing imminent death, he feared nothing, asking: "Is the daughter yours?"

Zheng Yunzhou’s body tensed, lowering his head slowly: "I... I don’t know, but I treat her as my own daughter. She alone is my motivation to live."

"Maybe, not going back is the best result, this way no one will be troubled."

Deng Yunhe laughed twice: "At least you have a daughter to remember you, but I’ve got nothing. Dying now lets me vent a bit."

Then he began telling his story, turned out he was indeed a scion from a family, raised with ignorance until one day his father brought back an illegitimate child.

That illegitimate child surpassed him in every respect, be it intelligence or talent, earning everyone’s affection unlikely.

His mother was driven to death from anger while he gradually became a discard, eventually banished from the family.

"Sending me here was also orchestrated by my good brother; he didn’t want to bear the notoriety of fratricide and schemed for demons to kill me, finally fulfilling his wish now."

"It’s a pity I thought I might have an adventure and soar high, then return to trample him beneath me."

These words drew slight laughter from everyone, easing the atmosphere somewhat.

A demon cultivator slowly flew before them, sneering: "Alright, let you chat a bit before your death, considered your last mercy. Do you still wish to resist?"

"Damn you, go ahead and kill! Since when did you demons become so effeminate?" Deng Yunhe cursed.

"Heh heh," the demon cultivators laughed in anger: "Alright, then indulge you!"

Suddenly, the attacks of more than a dozen demon cultivators descended.

A female demon took out an Ancient Zither, gently plucking its strings, the demonic sound flooded their ears, immediately making Ning Yu and the others feel dizzy.

Another demon cultivator summoned the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, numerous resentful souls howling as they charged down, biting onto the four of them.

They could feel their life swiftly draining away, laced with unwillingness.

In this critical moment, a sword radiating red light whistled from the sky, piercing directly before Deng Yunhe.

And the resentful souls affected by the Sword Qi disappeared instantly without a trace.

"Who is it?"

The demon cultivators turned their gaze to the distance, watching as a black dot swiftly approached.

Meanwhile, Deng Yunhe and the others looked over as well, their pupils gradually constricting, a surge of excitement filling their hearts.

"Jue Mingzi!"

When they decided to come back then, they knew it was a doomed situation, even suspecting Chen Nan had long been killed.

And now seeing Jue Mingzi rushing towards them recklessly, they felt that dying now was worthwhile.

"Get out of my way!"

The thunder-like roar came from afar, Chen Nan’s figure approached rapidly, his face brimming with overwhelming killing intent, aura soaring to the sky.

"There’s actually another little mouse? Perfect, send to death together!"

A demon cultivator summoned a Longsword, pointing with two fingers, the Longsword wrapped in rolling Demonic Qi stabbed towards Chen Nan.

Upon getting closer, Chen Nan finally saw Deng Yunhe, Ning Yu, and the others trapped on the island, relieved to see them alive.

Yet witnessing their injured, miserable states, his heart erupted in fury.

As the Demon Sword rushed forward, Chen Nan reached out with a large hand, grasping the Iron Sword like a vice, hands exerting force suddenly, snapping a Seventh Grade Spiritual Artifact with a crack.

At this sight, more than a dozen demon cultivators were frozen in place, surging waves of shock within—someone could break Spiritual Artifacts with bare hands?

Chen Nan casually discarded the shattered artifact fragments, flashing before a demon cultivator, punching forth, his fist penetrating the demon cultivator’s chest directly!

Silence ensued all around!