This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 713 - 31 The Vital Strike (Part 2)

Chapter 713 -31 The Vital Strike (Part 2)

The Demon Race has always deemed the lives of lower grade demons as insignificant as grass, whereas the Human Race sees lower grade cultivators as the hope of the future.

“I agree with Tang Ze, let’s just give it our all!” said the female spiritual cultivator who Tang Ze had just saved, gritting her teeth and stating her position.

“I agree too!”

“Let’s try it, at worst we die!”

After Tang Ze voiced out, a chorus of assenting voices quickly rose one after another as everyone expressed their agreement.

Marquis of An Hai’s gaze swept over their faces slowly, showing little emotion fluctuation, “Then, leave Li City?”

“We must do something, right?” Tang Ze nodded and confirmed.

“Alright, then…” Marquis of An Hai paused.

“Leave Li City!” In the next instant, a loud shout came from the mouth of Marquis of An Hai.

His resounding voice floated above the stormy city gates.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Marquis of An Hai’s figure soared into the sky, turning into a streak of radiance and charging directly toward the Demon Race’s army outside the city.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Without any hesitation, the others followed suit; the sound of breaking through the air rang out continuously, and in a moment, Falling Goose Pass’s Integration cultivators had all emerged from their nest.

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The moment they left the city, the Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators encircling Falling Goose Pass flew towards them through the air to attack.

There were a total of eighteen Integration Cultivators at Falling Goose Pass.

They formed an arrowhead formation with the warship at its heart.

At the very front of the team were two sword cultivators.

In an ordinary battle, the frontline should be held by the thick-skinned body cultivators.

But this battle was about charging, breaking out, and breaking through the encirclement; it called for unparalleled explosive power.

Among the six types of cultivators, it was the sword cultivators, and only the sword cultivators, who had the strongest charge.

Sword cultivators were born to spearhead charges, so even though their physical bodies were weak, they still resolutely took the frontmost position.

Fearless of life and death.

The two Seventh Realm sword cultivators, radiating dazzling light, shot forward like arrows loosed from a bow; they moved in two straight lines, one to the left and one to the right, advancing vigorously and shooting straight toward the demon cultivators blocking their path.

Behind these two, the other cultivators each performed their role.

The Seventh Realm sword cultivator on the left grasped a long sword wrapped in a cold, green breeze and slashed fiercely forward.

The green breeze and sword qi erupted forth, stirring up violent air currents and tearing through space.

The two Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators in front of him slightly changed their expressions upon seeing this.

They were veterans of countless battles, and they were very aware of the explosive power of human sword cultivators.

This slash could not be taken head-on; otherwise, they would definitely suffer greatly.

With no other choice, the demon cultivators had to shift their stance to dodge the unstoppable strike.

This did not represent much.

After all, the numerical advantage of the Demon Race was there.

Under the full-powered burst of the Seventh Realm sword cultivator, although a path was temporarily cleared, the other Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators nearby quickly erupted into action.

Boom Boom!

Tentacles as sharp as blades suddenly shot out, attacking the frontline sword cultivators in the cultivators’ formation.

At the same time, several Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators also lunged at the human team for close combat.

Relatively speaking, the majority of the Demon Race were still better at close-quarter combat.

“Be careful!” Marquis of An Hai, seeing this scene, his heart tightened and quickly shouted, “Protect the flanks, continue moving forward!”

The sword cultivators were the arrowhead, bearing the duty to charge.

And at this moment, the body cultivators, who were supposed to be at the very front, were responsible for protecting the flanks.

Simultaneously, he too summoned his own Dao Domain of An Hai, surging forward to withstand the attacks of those Seventh Grade Demon Cultivators.

The sword cultivators charged fearlessly; they were to be the sturdy support behind them.

Clang Clang Clang!

The sharp tentacles danced swiftly, blurring into barely discernible afterimages as they hammered against Marquis of An Hai’s Dao Domain. However, they clanged like metal, unable to make a dent.

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On the warship.

Qing Ge, separated from the thick of the Demon Race army, casually watched the Human Cultivators’ continuous charges with a good deal of satisfaction.

A Demonic Cultivator standing behind Qing Ge stepped forward and whispered, “My lord, these Human Cultivators are targeting you. Should we not retreat prematurely to avoid any accidents?”

The intentions of the Marquis of An Hai’s group were all too evident, hence the Demon Race saw right through them.

Nevertheless, the Human Race had no other choice. Their strategy was a helpless ploy to buy time, forcing them to launch direct and large-scale assaults—where was the luxury to “mend the pen after the sheep are lost”?

Standing on the deck of the warship with his hands behind his back, Qing Ge shook his head and let out a cold scoff, “Leave? If I leave, won’t they just scurry back into their turtle shells?

Let them charge. I’ll just stay right here, unmoved, and see if they have the guts to make it to my face!”

“Besides, even if they do manage to reach me… what of it?”

“The lord speaks wisely, your insight is unparalleled!” Other Demonic Cultivators on the warship exchanged glances and hurriedly offered their flattery.

Qing Ge couldn’t help but burst into a wildly arrogant laughter.

Feeling so intoxicated with the power to dictate the life and death of the Human Cultivators, young and inexperienced as he was, he reveled in it.

“This isn’t enough. I want to be like my father!” Heart surging with ambition, Qing Ge’s gaze malevolently watched the Human Cultivators, “You all are merely stepping stones to my success!”

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A considerable time had passed since the Cultivators from Falling Goose Pass began their charge.

A twofold disparity in numbers turned the Human Race offensive into a fool’s errand.

Facing the endless onslaught of the Demon Race, the Integration Cultivators from Falling Goose Pass struggled tremendously.

In just a short while, their formation was riddled with flaws, and many were wounded.

If this situation continued, it wouldn’t be long before a Cultivator from their side would fall.

And once one fell, the momentum of their forced charge would quickly collapse, followed by total annihilation.

This was a plain scheme.

Qing Ge was aware of the Human Race’s plan and chose to do exactly the opposite. He simply stayed put in response, encouraging the Human Race to charge forward.

After all, if the Human Cultivators had taken up a defensive stance within their Great Formation, they would indeed cause some headaches for him.

But now, in their pursuit to capture him, the Human Race had abandoned their geographical advantage, rendering themselves vulnerable on all sides.

This was exactly what Qing Ge had hoped for.

He felt exhilarated.

However, what he failed to notice was that during the Human Cultivators’ rush towards the warship, there was one among them who bore a different expression.

It was Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan, seeking any opportunity to break away amidst the chaos and still on the warship, was relatively free to move due to his identity as an Underworld Cultivator.

At this moment, the attention of the Demons on the warship was mostly drawn away by the Human Cultivators, leading the forces that had once protected the warship at its core to rush forward to fight, leaving the rear completely unguarded.

This was the perfect opportunity to leave, and Lu Qingshan was ready to attempt an escape.

Then, he saw the scene of the Cultivators from Falling Goose Pass charging toward the warship.

Instantly, he grasped the intentions of the Cultivators from Falling Goose Pass, which made him hesitate.

“Let’s see how things turn out first, maybe I can lend them a hand…” After a brief moment of hesitation, Lu Qingshan decided to stay and observe the situation further.

If he had been powerful enough, with his excellent current position on the warship, plus the fact that the Seventh Grade Demonic Cultivators were at the frontline right now, he might have been able to strike suddenly and capture the Demon General Qing Ge in one fell swoop.

The problem was, his strength was insufficient.

He was currently only a Void Refining Cultivator in the Three Flowers realm, while Qing Ge was a Low-Ranking Demon General—with a vast gulf of strength between them that he couldn’t hope to cross at this time.

Keep in mind, previously, for an ordinary early-stage Divinity Transformation Underworld Cultivator, he had to use all tricks at his disposal and fight dozens of rounds with the help of the Power of the Mountains and Seas, only managing to finish his opponent off due to their momentary carelessness, at the expense of six hundred years of his lifespan.

Right now, his advancement from Nascent Soul Perfection to the Three Flowers realm indeed enhanced his power substantially, but no fundamental transformation had taken place.

Besides, capturing someone alive was several times more difficult than killing them.

To think of capturing Qing Ge, who had combat power fitting a Low-Ranking Demon General, alive in an instant, was entirely out of the question.

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