Chapter 0077

Chapter 77: Everyone, Come Into My Sword for a Chat!

Zhou Tong’s lips curved into a cold smile as he stood up and said: “Perfect timing. I have been wanting to meet them again.”

“I will go with you,” Holy Heart said as the aura of a demon sovereign stirred around her. In this life, she wanted to cut off her past and live as a human. This action could be a good pledge of loyalty.

To avoid alarming the enemy, Mu Rong Ya had to remain in the Heaven Prison, and so did Zhang Chu Qiao.

The little demoness stood, stopped Long Ling Yun with a look, then slipped her arm through Zhou Tong’s and said with a sweet, close air: “I am going too. I want to test my new methods.”

A talisman lay between her fingers as steady mental power flowed into it. She was carving a very complex pattern. This talisman’s number was clearly high. Once complete, it would explode with terrible might. It was a different kind of gathering force, somewhat like the Heavenly Sword within the Sixfold World Breaking Sword.

“Thank you, all of you,” the guard captain said, eyes wet with relief. Under his lead, the three soon hovered above a separate courtyard.

He pointed down and said in a low voice: “Her Majesty was taken here. We searched everywhere and found no trail.”

“Don’t speak. Let me handle it,” Holy Heart said as a light shone at her brow. She swept her small palm through the air, and a black passage appeared out of nothing, stretching into the distance.

The bodyguard gasped and said, trembling: “That way… that is the State Preceptor’s lavish manor. The State Preceptor kidnapped Her Majesty.”

“This is no longer your concern. Go back. Leave the rest to me,” Zhou Tong ordered.

The bodyguard bowed and said: “By your command. May you have swift success, Guest Minister,” then hurried off.

Zhou Tong’s left hand glowed. A black sword formed out of the light. It was eerie, cold, and overbearing, and black mist rolled from it. Compared to this mist, even demonic qi seemed gentle and tame, like a little lamb.

Holy Heart’s eyes widened as she whispered: “What is that?” She felt a crushing sense of danger.

Zhou Tong said calmly: “This is the Human Sovereign Sword. It cuts down evil.”

Holy Heart’s face twitched as she thought: [Human Sovereign Sword, my foot. This is a Nether Sword.]

Anyone killed by this blade, human or demon, would have their soul and vital spirit bound inside it, becoming an Undead army absolutely loyal to Zhou Tong.

In moments, the three reached the grand manor. This was the Heavenly Dao Sect’s branch in the Imperial Capital. Zhou Tong sent out his mental power and sensed about two hundred people inside.

He almost laughed. Every person carried a mix of demonic qi, and more than a dozen were pure-blooded Heavenly Devils. It was a real den of demons. To finally see the true Devil Race again made this a day worth noting.

A crushing aura fell over the manor as voices shouted from below: “Who dares act wild here? Do you have a death wish?”

Hundreds popped up to glare, but when they looked up and saw Zhou Tong in the sky, their faces changed at once: “Guest Minister… why are you here?”

Zhou Tong smiled and said: “To give you a great chance. Come into my Human Sovereign Sword, and we can talk there.”

A black crescent of sword qi linked sky and earth with a roaring sound like ghosts weeping as it fell.

Screams shook the air. Human and demon alike split apart in an instant. The Human Sovereign Sword sent out black waves like a raging sea, and nothing survived where they passed.

In only a few breaths, the den was crushed. A single huge black hole hung in the air like the mouth of an abyss, ready to swallow reality.

This was the true entrance.

Holy Heart shivered in her soul and thought: [If the human race all had this method, would the Devil Race have any hope left?]

In a dark space, Qian Miao Yu slowly woke. She knew she had been taken. When she saw the culprit, a chill ran through her.

The figure was pitch black, with fangs and heavy killing intent. It was the mark of a Heavenly Devil.

The figure spoke in a cold voice: “Let me introduce myself. I am a commander of the Devil Race. You may call me Commander Tun Lan.”

Qian Miao Yu narrowed her eyes and asked: “What do you want?”

He answered simply: “Hand over the Dragon Vein of the Empire, and I will spare your life.”

“So that is why you came,” Qian Miao Yu said with a cold smile: “Dream on.”

“I knew you would not cooperate, so I prepared a Soul Seizing Art. You will behave soon.”

Black qi flowed from the commander and wrapped around Qian Miao Yu.

She clutched her chest and thought: [Hiss. My head hurts. He is forcing me into qi deviation.]

Then her expression changed as her fingers brushed a brocade box. Inside was the Calming Pill refined by Zhou Tong.

She thought with sudden relief: [Heaven does not cut off all roads. Guest Minister, you have helped me again.]

Without another word, she swallowed the pill at once.