In the Demon Suppression Division: Crimson Words Nurture the Blade, Slaying Demons to Prove the Dao

The fat man was beheaded, and the thin man went insane with fear.

Wei Zhaoting and the others turned deathly pale.

Wei Xuanfeng's series of actions repeatedly tormented their mentality.

Everyone is on the verge of collapse!

"Wei... Boss Wei... what do we do now...?"

A martial artist's voice trembled as he spoke, glancing left and right as if afraid that the god of death would suddenly descend upon him from behind.

"What should I do? You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?!"

Wei Zhaoting's mind went blank, and everyone immediately fell into chaos.

At this moment, even Wei Zhaoting, the strongest fighter, was no longer paying attention. Wouldn't we all become lambs to the slaughter?

"I told you not to cause trouble, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what happened, you've kicked a hornet's nest!"

"What's the use of saying all this now? Hurry up and come up with an idea!"

"Why don't we run down the mountain? Don't get separated! Even if we need to poop, we'll do it together!"

"You're not sleeping? Who's going to keep watch? Whoever does it will die!"

"And what if you go back to the city? He might find your home and implicate your family!"

"What can we do? We can't run away, and we can't fight back!"

Everyone chimed in with their own thoughts, and at first they were able to discuss strategies.

But as the conversation went on, the more they talked, the more alarmed they became.

Because everyone realized that Wei Xuanfeng had left them with only one path.

That is……

They were tortured and killed!

"Senior, senior, what should I do? What should I do?!"

Ignoring the strange looks from those around him, Wei Zhaoting closed his eyes and loudly called out to the old man inside his body.

After a long time, just as he was beginning to lose hope and was about to give up.

The old man's voice finally rang out.

"What's the panic, young friend? Calm down. That's exactly what that person wants—your panic!"

"Calm down...calm down? What time is it? How can I calm down?!"

"Foolish! If he were truly that powerful, why would he resort to killing in secret and creating fear? Why not just reveal himself and slaughter you all one by one?"

"Yes...yes! His reluctance to show himself means he himself feels he can't beat us! Senior, do you have any way to reconcile with him? I've forgiven him! I really have! That bitch Su Chenlu, he can sleep with her whenever he wants, I won't interfere anymore!"

"Ha...you fucking...you're absolutely stupid! Hmph...yes, if you weren't stupid, how would I..."

"Senior, what did you say? Speak louder!"

"I'm telling you, this kid's ruthlessness is unparalleled even in the entire martial world. Could he be a core disciple of the Blood Sect...? Never mind, none of that matters. What matters is that you shouldn't even think about reconciliation. Only one of you can live!"

"What should I do now?"

"Run! Run towards White Lotus Mountain!"

"Why...why?"

"Where there are wolves, you must drive away the wolves to devour the tiger."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhaoting was overjoyed, immediately opened his eyes, and addressed the crowd.

Upon hearing this, although everyone was unwilling, they had no other choice but to go along with him and take the gamble!

They left without a word, not even taking the skinny guy with them, leaving him alone to go crazy on the spot.

Wei Zhaoting and the others had only walked for less than ten breaths when a scream came from behind them.

They knew that the scream came from the skinny man!

Clearly, Wei Xuanfeng had no intention of letting even a madman go.

In an instant, everyone's faces turned ashen...

The old man hiding inside Wei Zhaoting's body smiled indifferently.

As a Black Flag Elder, he saw through Wei Xuanfeng's intentions at a glance.

To make it easier for him to possess the body, he wouldn't mind helping the other party out.

Such talents surpass even the holy sons and daughters.

After possession...

The old man had made up his mind that he had to win him over to the Black Flag!

……

Every time the mountain wind blew, the leaves rustled, and everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Wei Zhaoting walked at the front. No one spoke; the only sounds were the crunching of dry branches underfoot and heavy breathing.

The wind blew in from the north, carrying the damp, decaying smell of the deep forest, and felt like a hand tracing across the back of my neck.

As evening fell, Wei Zhaoting ordered the camp to be set up.

The watchmen formed a circle, facing outwards, with their knives drawn and placed horizontally on their knees.

In the middle of the circle are sleeping people, head to head, foot to foot, so that even turning over will press down on the legs of the person next to them.

Even so, when I woke up the next day...

To everyone's horror, one of the night watchmen had been silently slit in the throat...

His knife was still in his hand, but he was already cold. There was a very thin cut on his throat, and blood flowed down his neck into his collar, soaking through the fabric of his back and seeping into the soil.

No one heard a sound from beginning to end.

Wei Zhaoting stood there, staring at the corpse for a long time.

He didn't even know when this person died.

As they continued their journey, everyone was on edge, seeing danger everywhere.

As the soft-boned rabbit demon's ears stood up from the grass, several knives slashed down simultaneously. Only after the rabbit demon was reduced to minced meat did someone realize that what had been cut off was a piece of their companion's trouser leg...

As evening fell, the group passed through the last bamboo forest in the Wumeng Mountains, and the outline of Bailian Mountain appeared on the horizon.

A hint of relief flashed across everyone's eyes. In fact, they knew that even if they came here, it might not be effective.

After all, the Xuanlan wolf demons of White Lotus Mountain wouldn't listen to them; they would take action against Wei Xuanfeng, and the wolf demons might even gang up on them.

But they were able to keep their spirits intact thanks to this one empty thought.

So nobody talks about it, and nobody questions it.

The mountain is steep, with its peak hidden in the clouds. From the mountainside, the intermittent mooing of wolves can be heard, one after another, as if they are passing something to each other.

Upon hearing that voice, Wei Zhaoting burst into tears!

Now, including myself, there are only four martial artists left who have made it this far alive!

Four long, thin shadows stretched across the gravel slope behind them.

Wei Zhaoting opened his mouth, his lips were dry and cracked, and blood seeped out.

He mentally called out, "Senior, we've arrived at White Lotus Mountain. How do we deal with this next challenge?"

The old man did not answer.

Instead, a sudden sound of footsteps rang out.

Step, step, step.

Wei Zhaoting raised his head.

A figure emerged from the shadows.

The man's clothes were spotless, without a speck of dirt. His hair was tied back, not a single strand out of place. He carried a brocade dagger in his hand, the blade glistening with water, as if it had just been washed by a stream.

The afterglow shone from behind him, giving him a dark red hue.

Wei Zhaoting and the others looked up at him. All the running, fear, and anxiety of the past three days converged into a chill that rose from the soles of their feet.

"Gentlemen, I'm tired of this hunting game." Wei Xuanfeng stood on the hillside, looking down at his prey. "The road to the underworld is long; farewell!"

His words completely ignited Wei Zhaoting and the others.

"Brothers, let's fight him!"

Wei Zhaoting and the others, dragging their weary bodies, charged forward with their swords drawn.

The prolonged mental torture has brought them to the brink of mental collapse.

At this moment, their eyes were bloodshot, and they had only one thought in their minds.

Let it end quickly, whether you get killed or he gets killed.

It will be all right……

"Tsk..."

In the instant the fight began, Wei Xuanfeng sensed their emotions.

This "what's the use" mentality they have is not what Wei Xuanfeng wants.

He wasn't a pervert; he had only one purpose in torturing and killing them.

Practice your sword!

But if the enemy swarms in, without any training, I'm doomed!

That's why he defeated them one by one, keeping the number of opponents to four.

But I feel like I went a little too far...

These people have lost all will to live, and their moves are weak and ineffective.

It's impossible to put enough pressure on yourself to practice your sword skills with them.

Hey……

There's no other way but to add fuel to the fire...

"Since you're all prepared to be killed by me, then go in peace!" Wei Xuanfeng said as he countered. "As for your families, don't worry, I'll take care of them!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhaoting's nerves snapped completely.

Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but the thought of such a demon turning on one's own family is unbearable.

The four of them went completely mad; they had only one thought in their minds!

Even if it means death, I will perish together with Wei Xuanfeng!

Surrounded by four people, Wei Xuanfeng felt the increasingly fierce attacks and gradually became excited!

He kept wielding his embroidered spring knife, spending most of his time on defense.

This sense of danger, with swords flashing and shadows appearing from all directions, was something he couldn't feel at all with the Xuanlan Wolf Demon!

That's right, that's it!

Gradually, he stopped thinking and let his instincts take over his body.

As the defense became increasingly tight, the four men were able to put less and less pressure on Wei Xuanfeng.

Whenever this happened, Wei Xuanfeng would swing his Embroidered Spring Blade, parrying while simultaneously launching a counterattack.

The knife cuts were shallow enough to leave shallow cuts on their bodies, causing a spray of blood.

Injury can make someone who has already lost their mind even more insane.

Even ordinary people can feel their blood boil and be ten times braver than usual when they see blood.

Moreover, people like Wei Zhaoting who have practiced martial arts for many years.

With each splatter of blood, Wei Xuanfeng felt increasingly pressured.

Every time the pressure eases, he will retaliate with his knife.

Back and forth, half an incense stick later.

Apart from Wei Zhaoting, the other three martial artists were already lying on the ground.

He suffered a mental breakdown, was physically and mentally exhausted, and was further aggravated by Wei Xuanfeng's continuous blood loss.

Finally, he collapsed from exhaustion...

"This feeling...it was definitely worth all the effort!"

With the blessing of the red word "Heavenly Path," Wei Xuanfeng still had some strength left.

The overwhelming joy suppressed the faint sense of fatigue.

He could clearly feel that his Taizu sword technique had advanced by leaps and bounds after the battle!

Perhaps after several months of arduous practice, one can advance to the next level!

After the initial euphoria, he looked at the crowd, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Without wasting words, Wei Xuanfeng dragged his embroidered spring knife backwards and walked step by step toward the nearest martial artist.

After killing them, I still need to hurry down the mountain.

Judging by the time, the deadline for the captain's assessment is almost here...

Swish!

With a single slash, the corpse was severed from its body...

Seeing Wei Xuanfeng behead everyone, Wei Zhaoting scrambled backward to hide.

"Senior, please save me!"

"Alas, unless I give you all my experience and memories, I cannot save you."

"Then give it to me right now, give it to me quickly! I don't want to die, I can't die!"

"Can you guarantee that you will treat my descendants well in the future?"

"Yes! Yes! I, Wei Zhaoting, swear that I will treat my predecessors and descendants well. If I break this oath, may I be struck down by heaven and earth!"

"Alright... I believe you. Now, please relax and don't resist."

"well……"

……

After dealing with the three martial artists, Wei Xuanfeng strode towards Wei Zhaoting.

But just as he raised his knife, ready to chop off his head, he heard a muttered monologue.

"My descendants... I'll take care of them myself... Hehehe..."

……