Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

88. The Sunset Cliff

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Nan Chen was lying prostrate on the ground. No one saw the expression on his face. The injuries and the internal conflict in the Demon were all his plans.

“Zhuo Hua, today, you will breathe your last on this Sunset Cliff.” Shan Jing said, and then attacked towards Zhuo Hua.

Behind Shan Jing, the rest people also followed suit.

Nan Chen controlled Zhuo Hua and escaped their attacks. Then he turned and waved Zhuo Hua’s hand, the heads of all sects were swept down by him.

Zhuo Hua crooked his fingers like claws, grabbed Shan Jing’s neck and lifted him in mid-air.

Being lifted, Shan Jing kicked feebly and said with difficulty, “Zhuo Hua, do you really want to be the enemy of the whole Cultivation World?

Zhuo Hua still didn’t answer, but he clenched harder. It was obcious that Shan Jing’s neck would be soon snapped by Zhuo Hua.

Suddenly, someone held Zhuo Hua’s wrist.

“Senior Brother, let him go.” Qing Yangzi shouted. He felt it very strange because from the beginning to now, Zhuo Hua didn’t even say a single word.

Zhuo Hua loosened his grip, but he then attacked towards Qing Yangzi, but the latter blocked it with his hands.

At that time, the two people were fighting.

“It seems that Zhuo Hua is really injured. He even couldn’t beat Qing Yangzi. The move he made just now should be the last of his strength.” Looking at the two people fighting, Wen Lou said.

“What are you waiting for? Zhuo Hua can’t leave the Sunset Cliff alive!” Wen Lou charged forward.

“I said, I swear to protect the Demon Lord.” Gu Mu stopped Shan Jing, and the heads of various sects rushed up.

It was a complete mess at the moment.

“Senior Brother, say something! Tell me you are not the Demon Lord.” Qing Yangzi roared as he resisted Zhuo Hua’s attacks.

On the other hand, Gu Mu was fighting against many people at a time alone; soon, Gu Mu was “accidentally” caught by them.

Nan Chen spat out a mouthful of blood fiercely, and Zhuo Hua was out of his control. He couldn’t control Zhuo Hua for too long. ‘Damn it,’ Nan Chen clenched his fists, ‘I failed?’

Zhuo Hua, who had been fighting against people, suddenly stopped. They were overjoyed for a moment but didn’t stop the attacks; instead, they even attacked harder.

When Qing Yangzi saw that Zhuo Hua had no resistance at all, he had to take Zhuo Hua to the edge of the cliff to avoid the attacks of all.

“Sect Leader Qing, what are you doing?”

“What? Will Muyang Tmple join the Demon?”

“Qing Yangzi, you know it clearly. If you help Zhuo Hua today, what the consequences would be? Can you afford to bear the consequences when Zhuo Hua, the Demon Lord, recovers another day?”

“He…” Qing Yangzi paused, “My Senior Brother is not the Demon Lord.”

“Whether Zhuo Hua is the Demon Lord or not, you don’t have the final say.” Shan Jing snorted coldly.

“If I tell you that I am not the Demon Lord, will you believe me?” Zhuo Hua finally opened his mouth.

“On that day, you killed my disciple, and your body was covered with demonic Qi. And Gu Mu, the owner of the Sword Pavilion, called you his Lord. Do you think we will believe you?”

When Shan Jing spoke, Zhuo Hua looked at their expressions on which there was disappointment, hatred and indifference. When he looked at Qing Yangzi, he only saw trust on his face.

Zhuo Hua paused and then burst into laughter. He never thought that his junior brother would trust him so much. He couldn’t help thinking of Qing Yangzi in the book, who came to a sticky end and was taken as a shield by his respectful Senior Brother.

Although Zhuo Hua was covered with blood, he looked quite stunning when smiling.

Qing Yangzi and Nan Chen was surprised. This was the first time for them to see Zhuo Hua’s smile, a heartfelt smile.

“You… Why do you laugh?” Shan Jing couldn’t understand why Zhuo Hua would suddenly smile.