Just Kill Her Then

Xu Xian emerged from the wind and sand, his single arm bent at the elbow to wipe the fresh crimson from his blade.

He gave a cold glance, looking at the other party as if they were an idiot, and said nonchalantly, "Just kill her then."

The demon woman struggled desperately.

The wretched demonic cultivator's Adam's apple bobbed. "What did you say?"

Xu Xian approached step by step, his eyes seemingly glazed with a layer of gray, appearing even more chilling in the gloom. "You kill yours, I'll kill mine."

The wretched demonic cultivator seemed unable to believe his own ears.

Watching Xu Xian approach step by step, he completely lost his composure. The powerful sense of oppression forced him to retreat unnaturally.

He tightened his grip, and the demoness's eyes rolled back.

"I told you not to come any closer..."

Xu Xian turned a deaf ear.

The flying blade in the demonic cultivator's hand pressed into the demoness's chest, cutting through her clothes and piercing her skin. It seemed that with just a little more force, he could end her life entirely.

"Stop! I'm telling you to stop!"

Xu Xian did not stop his pace.

The wretched demonic cultivator's face was contorted, his eyes flickering with panic. He was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Aren't you here to save her?"

"You're not of the demon race..."

"You're human..."

The corners of Xu Xian's lips curled up as he narrowed his eyes slightly. "Congratulations, you guessed right."

The moment the words left his mouth, Xu Xian raised his sword, preparing to strike.

The wretched demonic cultivator's mental defenses completely collapsed. He threw the demoness to the ground, the sharp blade slipping from his hand as he actually fell to his knees with a thud, begging for mercy.

"I was wrong!"

"Spare me!"

Kneeling just like that, Xu Xian was somewhat caught off guard. His sword, halfway through its swing, came to a dead stop. He raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Hmm?"

Beside him, the demon girl hit the ground, taking a sharp breath followed by a fit of violent coughing.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

In front of him, the wretched evil cultivator was desperately kowtowing.

"As fellow demonic cultivators, spare my life!"

"I'll do anything you want!"

His attitude was sincere, and he kowtowed with great force.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xian immediately became displeased.

What did he mean by 'fellow demonic cultivators'?

Who's a demonic cultivator with you?

The wretched man, seeing that Xu Xian's blade had yet to fall, felt like a man in a swamp grasping at a straw. He refused to let go, hurriedly pulling out a spirit bag and holding it in both palms as he knelt-walked toward Xu Xian.

"I have spirit stones."

"And Shadow Soul Stones."

"I'll give you everything I have. I hope your Excellency will show mercy..."

Xu Xian clicked his tongue, his eyes full of disdain. "You're confused."

The wretched man asked blankly, "What?"

Xu Xian suddenly struck.

The longsword he had just picked up plunged into the man's chest, the tip emerging from his lower back and sinking into the yellow sand.

The sharpness of the blade simultaneously shredded his dantian.

The wretched demonic cultivator only felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down, then looked up again, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You..."

Blood gushed out, spraying from his mouth and nose.

"Des... picable!"

As if using his last breath to get one final insult in, his life force vanished. His head slumped, his hands fell naturally, and he remained skewered on the sword, limp as mud.

Xu Xian pulled out the longsword; it could be sold for some money.

The demonic cultivator crashed to the ground, sent straight to hell.

Xu Xian crouched down and picked up the spirit bag, weighing it in his hand. He said flatly to the lifeless corpse, "If I kill you, the stuff is still mine."

"Retract!"

The youth shouted a single word, and the Heaven-Sealing Trapping Formation was withdrawn. Xu Xian stood up and began cleaning the battlefield. He didn't collect bodies, only wealth.

As the saying goes: killing someone without looting their bag is utterly meaningless.

Even if he killed a mortal, he had to take a look.

However, it had to be said—these demonic cultivators were truly poor.

Added together, there wasn't much. There were only about a hundred Shadow Soul Stones. It was better than nothing, but he couldn't help but complain.

"Tsk tsk, so damn poor..."

"If you're this poor, why are you doing such high-risk work? Wouldn't it be better to just stay home and cultivate?"

He picked up a few waist tokens along the way. His analysis was correct; these people were indeed from the Twelve Immortal Demon Caves. Furthermore, they weren't from just one cave, but two.

Four were from the Blood Branch of the Immortal Demon Caves.

Two were from the Wind Branch of the Immortal Demon Caves.

As for the last one, he had been hacked into mincemeat, so his waist token was likely destroyed along with him.

But... rumors in the Jianghu said that the Twelve Immortal Demon Caves and the demon race were on the same side, acting as strategic partners. Why were they kidnapping their goddess?

Moreover, Senior Brother Lei had said that the entrance to the Demon Abyss was always heavily guarded by the demon race, with a formation similar to the Wendao Sword Sect's protective array.

Other races were forbidden from entering.

If a human wanted to get in, there was only one way: fight their way in, just as he was doing.

How did these people get onto someone else's turf and kidnap her?

Or did this girl run out on her own, and it was just a coincidence?

But clearly, from their tone, this matter was premeditated.

No matter how he thought about it, something felt off. He couldn't help but turn his gaze toward the demon girl still lying on the ground.

The answer was likely something only she herself knew.

As he thought, Xu Xian's brow furrowed, and he muttered to himself, "Why am I thinking about this? It has nothing to do with me."

He had no interest in the mess of the Immortal Demon Caves, and even less in the troubles of the demon race.

He came here for one purpose: to go down to the Nether Pool and dig up a million tons of Shadow Soul Stones, and perhaps see if he could get the Spirit-Sealing Seal while he was at it. That was all.

As for anything else, it was irrelevant.

After Xu Xian finished gathering the items, he walked back. The demoness struggled to lift her upper body, looking at him from a distance and shouting, "Who are you?"

Xu Xian ignored her.

"Can you let me go?"

Xu Xian still ignored her.

"I am the daughter of the Crimson Demon, the goddess of the Crimson Demon lineage. If you release me, I will reward you."

Xu Xian acted as if he hadn't heard.

"You want Shadow Soul Stones, right? My family has many. If you let me go and take me back, I'll have my father give them to you. Name your price..."

"Ten thousand..."

"Thirty thousand..."

"One hundred thousand..."

"Hey!"

"I'm talking to you!"

"Are you deaf?"

Xu Xian remained silent, silent, and silent...

The demon girl, who called herself a goddess, grew exasperated. "I command you to release me, or my father will never let you off!"

Faced with the silent treatment, she was driven mad. She even lashed out, trying to intimidate Xu Xian.

Xu Xian hadn't intended to pay her any mind, and he had zero interest in the so-called rewards she mentioned.

To put it bluntly, even if she were telling the truth, he wouldn't dare take it.

What... deliver himself to her door so her people could kill him? Ridiculous!

But threatening him? That made him unhappy.

He immediately stood up, approached the demoness, and crouched down.

With a snap of his fingers, a whoosh sounded.

A ball of spiritual fire ignited out of nowhere, lighting up the two of them.

As they faced each other, their features and expressions became crystal clear.

Xu Xian stared at her coldly.

She, however, was still shouting.

"What are you looking at?"

"Haven't you seen a beauty before?"

"Let me go this instant!"

Without a word, Xu Xian backhanded her across the face.

With a sharp slap, the world went quiet.

The demoness only felt a burning pain on her face, and her head was ringing.

A trace of emerald-green blood hung from the corner of her mouth as she looked at the human youth before her in disbelief.

The girl who had been talking incessantly was stunned.

Xu Xian said darkly, "Apologize."