Accidentally Impregnating a Demon Lord

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

They have increased the number of guards overseeing the Demon’s Note Valley. Now that these people could appear here without a sound, the Purple Cloud Sword Sect must be behind this!

Song Zhi swallowed her saliva and tried to pick up the invisibility cloak that these people had thrown on the ground so that she could escape with Mo Xiuyao at this critical moment. However, Mo Xiuyao seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and he pulled her back.

“…” Song Zhi was speechless. What’s wrong with Mo Xiuyao? Was he going to fight with these people? Although she was cultivating Hehuan Sect’s cultivation technique and was not restricted by the seal, her early-stage Qi Refinement cultivation was simply not enough! Not to mention that she had no fighting experience at all. She was no different from a piece of trash here and could not help him at all!

“I’m not asking for your help.” Mo Xiuyao seemed to have seen through Song Zhi’s thoughts.

The people from the Mo River Valley obviously hated Mo Xiuyao very much. They did not even bother to speak a word of nonsense and immediately pulled out their swords to stab Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao pushed Song Zhi back with one hand, snatched a sword, and stabbed it into another person’s heart. Fresh blood spurted out. Song Zhi, who was born in a society ruled by law, saw this scene and her eyes widened. She was completely stunned.

Mo Xiuyao’s swordsmanship was as smooth as floating clouds and flowing water, and every move was a killing move. Although the people of the Mo River Valley were all martial artists, they could not even touch the corner of Mo Xiuyao’s clothes. In the blink of an eye, more than half of them had fallen.

Song Zhi looked at the dead bodies on the ground and her breathing became rapid. When she realized that she should hide, someone in the Mo River Valley noticed her. When they looked at each other, endless hatred burst out from the Mo River Valley disciple’s eyes. This hatred was born because of Mo Xiuyao, but it was really directed at her, even if they had never met before.

Song Zhi was stunned by the hatred in this person’s eyes. The next second, she saw him raising a sword and slashing at her. She quickly dodged, but her sleeve was still cut and she felt a sharp pain in her arm. The man wanted to continue, but just as he raised his hand, a sword suddenly pierced through his palm. He stared at the wet ground and screamed in pain. Blood dyed the fallen leaves red. Mo Xiuyao killed the last man and walked to the man who was nailed to the ground. He squatted down and patted his face calmly and said, “You dare to touch my people, huh?”

“Demon! Maniac! You will get your retribution! You’ll definitely get your retribution!” The man glared at Mo Xiuyao.

Mo Xiuyao pretended not to see it and turned to Song Zhi. “Are you injured?”

Song Zhi subconsciously covered her cut arm. “No, no,”

“Demon, you’ll die a terrible death…” The man from the Mo River Valley was still scolding and cursing them. Song Zhi swallowed her saliva silently and saw Mo Xiuyao’s lips curl up with interest.

He turned back to look at the man. “What did you just say?”

The man’s hatred was monstrous, “I said – Ahhhhh!”

The man let out a blood-curdling scream, and Song Zhi trembled. If Mo Xiuyao’s quick, accurate, and ruthless counterattack had made her nervous and a little confused, then what happened next was not something she could accept. Mo Xiuyao actually pulled out the long sword that pinned the man’s palm, and he slashed along his meridians, inch by inch. Wherever the tip of the sword touched, the meridians were exposed, and the blood that flowed out almost soaked the dead leaves on the ground.

At first, the man was still scolding Mo Xiuyao and Song Zhi, but gradually, his curses were replaced by pleas for mercy, followed by cries. The faint cries were intermittently blown by the wind, like a ghost. When the man’s third meridian was cut, he did not even cry anymore. He lay on the ground like a dying fish, his eyes wide open.

Mo Xiuyao’s face was also stained with blood, and he looked like a demon who had just escaped from hell. He looked at his masterpiece and smiled happily. Just as he was about to continue, a voice came from behind him with difficulty, “How about… Let’s give him a quick death?”

Mo Xiuyao’s eyes moved and stared at the man for a moment. Then, he stabbed his sword into the man’s heart. The man struggled for a while and then stopped breathing completely. The forest was completely silent.

Mo Xiuyao threw away the long sword in his hand and looked at the bloody corpse on the ground in disgust. Then, he slowly walked toward Song Zhi. There was still blood on his face. The bright red color made his eyebrows as black as ink, and the outline of his face was even more distinct and sharp. Although the people of the Mo River Valley were all dead, the murderous aura around Mo Xiuyao had not dissipated. It was cold and terrifying.

Finally, Mo Xiuyao stopped a step away from Song Zhi. He look at the place she was hiding. After a moment, he sneered and said, “Didn’t you say you weren’t injured?”