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Chapter 450 Even after you're dead, they won't let you go!

The boundary between the world of myriad laws and the world of demons.

On the top of the Great Wall, a petite "girl" gazes down at everything below.

Beneath the city walls, countless cultivators from the Myriad Laws Realm and demon cultivators from the Demon Realm were locked in fierce combat.

Gradually, the girl's gaze settled on a man.

The man held a long sword, and the sharp sword aura emanating from the sword reached every corner of the battlefield!
Wherever the man's sword energy reached, demons were slaughtered, their bodies either destroyed and turned into blood mist, or their forms and spirits were annihilated, leaving them no chance to be reincarnated.

"Lord City Lord, who is this person?"

A maid named Fu'er stood beside the girl, gazing with great curiosity at the man below the city wall.

The last time Fu'er encountered such a powerful swordsman was when the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was fighting and sharpening his sword under the city, attempting to prove his Dao and ascend to immortality.

Finally, Sect Master Jiang killed a demon cultivator who was also about to attain immortality and ascend to heaven.

After Sect Leader Jiang entered the Ascension Realm, the battle merits he accumulated were enough to be engraved on the city wall.

Before leaving the Great Wall, the dashing and aloof female swordswoman carved the character "Qing" next to the characters "Xiao Mo".

"He's a pretty skilled swordsman."

He Yeye took a bite of the candied hawthorn and casually spat the seeds onto the city wall.

"A powerful swordsman"

Hearing the city lord's evaluation, Fu'er's eyes widened even more.

In Fu'er's opinion, if the city lord can praise a swordsman as "a powerful swordsman", then this swordsman must be very powerful!

Because when the city lord previously evaluated Sect Leader Jiang, he also described him as "quite impressive".

"Is the city lord as powerful as Sect Master Jiang?" Fu'er asked again.

A young girl named Du'er covered her mouth with her finger, chuckled softly, and explained to Fu'er on behalf of her city lord:
“Sister Fu, the so-called swordsmanship is divided into three parts: sword techniques, sword energy, and sword intent.”

"In this world, there are three sword cultivators who have brought these three aspects to their fullest potential."

"No one in the world can match the sword intent of Sect Master Jiang of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

"And beneath this Wanli City, I'm afraid that among all the sword cultivators in the world, none can rival the sword energy of this gentleman?"

"Sir?" Fu'er then noticed that the cultivator who slew demons like cutting vegetables was actually dressed in a scholar's blue robe. "He is not only a sword cultivator, but also a scholar?"

“Hmm.” He Yeye nodded. “This person was indeed a scholar four thousand years ago, and his knowledge was quite good.”

Fu'er felt even more admiration for him.

A scholar praised by the city lord as "quite learned" turned out to be quite good at swordsmanship!
That's really amazing!
"But Lord City Lord, why did he come from the direction of the Demon Realm?"

Fu'er asked again.

This person appeared from behind the demon realm when the great battle was halfway through.

At first, she thought the other party was a powerful demon.

"That's a long story." He Yeye chuckled coldly. "After all, sometimes humans are more terrifying than demons. If humans don't let him live, he has no choice but to go to the demon realm and become a human."

Fu'er couldn't understand what the city lord was saying.

She looked at Sister Du'er beside her.

Du'er simply smiled and shook her head, offering no reply.

Fu'er then realized that this matter might involve some secret, so she stopped asking. As evening fell, the sounds of fighting gradually faded, and the setting sun dyed the battlefield red.

The demon army retreated, and the cultivators of the Great Wall gradually returned to the city walls.

Luo Yang flew up to the top of the city wall and stood in front of He Yeye, with his wife Wang Yue following behind him.

"Greetings, City Lord." Luo Yang bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Lord City Lord." Wang Yue also placed her hands in front of her and bowed.

"No need for formalities." He Yeye sat on the giant's shoulders, legs crossed, her small hands fiddling with her delicate white feet. "Mr. Luo, what brings you back from the Demon Realm?"

Luo Yang smiled and said, "Hearing that my junior brother is getting married, I, as his senior brother, already feel a bit guilty for missing his wedding. If I don't send some gifts, then I would really be a useless senior brother."

"Hehehe." He Yeye chuckled coldly, put her small feet down, crossed her arms and said, "Your junior brother is having a good time these days."

Luo Yang naturally sensed the gloating in He Yeye's tone, shook his head helplessly, and didn't say anything more.

“However,” He Yeye looked at the two characters “Xiao Mo” engraved on the stone tablet on the city wall, a hint of reminiscence flashing in her eyes, “He did so much for this world before, it doesn’t seem like it would be so bad if he lived a happier life.”

As soon as she finished speaking, He Yeye took out a jade pendant from her storage bag and tossed it to Luo Yang.

"What is this?" Luo Yang asked.

“His house in Wanli City.” He Yeye put down the bamboo skewer of the candied hawthorn in her hand. “His house has been there all these years. I even added some furniture for him and renovated it from time to time. Whenever he remembers, he can come back to live there.”

"I thank the city lord on behalf of my junior brother." Luo Yang carefully accepted the jade pendant.

"There's no need to thank me." He Yeye yawned, slapping her mouth with her little hands that had just been scratching her feet. "Alright, alright, I won't see Mr. Luo off. Take care, Mr. Luo."

"Goodbye."

Luo Yang bowed again, then led his wife down the city wall and flew into the World of Myriad Laws.

He Yeye remained seated atop the city wall.

The cultivators below the city were cleaning up the battlefield, counting the demons they had killed, treating the wounded, or bringing back the corpses of their relatives and friends.

Just as the last rays of the setting sun disappeared and night was about to fall.

He Yeye's brows furrowed slightly.

At the same time, many people looked up, and together with He Yeye, they looked in the direction of the demon realm.

Above the border town, the clouds parted, and a giant fox head broke through the clouds, looking down upon the world.

Nine fox tails, each a hundred feet long, swayed gently in the air.

The oppressive aura emanating from the ancient divine beasts enveloped the entire battlefield.

Many cultivators below the city were on high alert, their hearts filled with fear.

Under the watchful gaze of the fox-headed creature, most people seemed too afraid to even think of resisting, let alone move an inch.

"Lord of the City," Fu'er said nervously, looking at He Yeye.

"What's there to be nervous about?" He Yeye rolled her eyes at Fu'er. "It's just a projection of a Dharma image."

As she spoke, He Yeye clicked her tongue in obvious displeasure, frowned, and muttered to herself with a hint of helplessness in her voice:
"That Xiao Mo is really something! You're a scholar! Why are you stirring up trouble among the fox clan?"

Even after you're dead, they won't let you go!

"Serves you right!"

(End of this chapter)