These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

So he looked back.

A sword light, seemingly overwhelming, cleaved through the heavy rain, the fallen leaves, and the damp, warm air.

He swung his sword at his subordinates who were stuck in the mud.

A face was bathed in the torrential rain, with strands of hair clinging tightly to her translucent skin.

Her face showed an unbelievable determination and even a sense of satisfaction.

She seemed to have found her own sword intent.

In the name of revenge, to honor the glory and honor of our ancestors.

"Go to hell!"

……

78. Summon Heavenly Thunder!

"what!!"

The casualties were heavy.

When the priest heard the sound of the sword energy hitting the ground, as if it had cleaved the mud pit in two, and heard the occasional screams of pain from his subordinates, he was overjoyed.

He knew he had been tricked after all.

There were only two people on the other side!

But these two people, one having done a lot of groundwork beforehand, finally unleashed their long-brewing murderous intent.

This boy is just trying to stall for time here.

And that girl will seize the opportunity...

The plan was good, and we were indeed capable of accomplishing most of it, but... that's not enough.

"So you're getting cocky? Young man, you're thinking too simply."

The priest finished speaking.

With the girl causing some casualties, some people quickly reacted and the few Dragon Slayer Realm men who were crouching on both sides and not deeply mired in the mud quickly chased after the girl in the white dress.

"Kill her! She's the target!"

The priest shouted out the message to let the two know that what followed was a fight to the death.

Upon seeing his men chase after the girl in the white dress, the priest wearing a skull mask slowly turned to look at the boy.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry at all."

The young man smiled, holding his long sword diagonally in one hand and letting the other hand hang naturally at his sides. He stood there as if he were standing on a willow branch, enjoying himself in the rain.

"Why should I be in a hurry? This was the plan from the beginning. My target was you, and her target was to survive before you died. We've achieved half of that, and everything is going smoothly."

"Hahahaha... What a simple plan, so naively simple. You don't think I didn't see through your intention to fight me, do you? But why did I still send them all after you, leaving only you and me?"

The boy calmly looked at the man whose smile was natural yet disgusting.

I have no interest in your personal quirks.

The priest's eyes turned sinister, radiating an indescribable ruthlessness.

"The thing I like to do most in my life is to kill those talented young people and see the despair in their eyes. They were just a few years away from becoming the most dazzling people in the world, but they died too soon. The more unwilling they are in their eyes, the happier I am. It's the same now."

The boy remained silent, simply gazing at her.

The priest said in a hoarse voice.

"So young... Reaching the Dragon Slayer Realm at such a young age is a height that most people can't reach even in twenty or thirty years. His talent is truly remarkable. It's a pity, though, why did he have to hang out with that girl? And even help her to this extent... Heh, is this what chivalry is? But there's a price to pay, young man."

The boy thought for a moment, seemingly considering the other person's question.

Then, frankly, I said, "Because I believe in a principle: when things have reached a critical point where we are locked in a life-or-death struggle, even the slightest bit of wishful thinking will lead to defeat, or even death. So every time, I live as if facing death, not because I'm not afraid of death, but because I don't want to die, so I have to live even more. It has little to do with her."

"Hahahaha... What a spirit! Young man, what's your name? Maybe when I return to the Northern Desert, I'll occasionally mention to people that a young man like you once existed."

The young man in white glanced at the sword in his hand, then gently flipped his wrist.

"Den!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The sword, which was flipping over, trembled slightly, and the rainwater that was wrapped around it splashed up and shattered into sparkling pieces.

The way he looked at the man changed.

"When you get to the underworld, you can tell King Yama my name: Wei Tu. Tu as in Tu Mi (荼靡)."

After saying this, the boy, who had always preferred to be passive rather than take the initiative, lightly touched the ground with his toes, splashing up a pile of mud.

The mud didn't get on the hem of his white shirt at all.

The mud splattered on the ground without splashing any water, while raindrops landed on the boy's eyebrows.

His figure had transformed into a brilliant white light.

It was clearly visible, yet incredibly fast; all the spatial distance between the two left behind white afterimages.

"court death!"

The priest shouted fervently, raising his scimitar high.

He slashed fiercely at the figure charging towards him.

A dark, black light appeared and traveled down the tip of the scimitar.

"boom!!"

Deep cracks appeared in the ground, and the dim light crashed into the boy emitting white light.

It instantly unleashed a tremendous amount of energy.

The surrounding trees were snapped in half! Leaves were torn to shreds in the air! And the raindrops, without any chance, evaporated into the air.

"boom!"

However, the boy was unaffected by the explosion and stubbornly rushed towards the man.

Their weapons clashed again, producing a piercing sound.

The failure of the first strike was expected.

Wei Tu turned and drew his sword again, engaging in close combat with his opponent in the limited space.

The scimitar was shorter and should have been more suitable for close combat, but the priest did not expect that the opponent's swordsmanship could only be described as unparalleled!

That's a level that a teenager of that age could never reach!

He showed no signs of unfamiliarity; in fact, it was as if he could anticipate his every move.

"Shh!"

The fabric on her shoulder flew into the air with a streak of bright red blood, only to be knocked down by the heavy rain.

The priest, feeling a slight pain, gritted his teeth and slapped the other person hard!

Wei Tu also extended a palm at the same time, and the two palms collided.

"boom!"

The two stepped back at the same time, but the priest took three steps back while Wei Tu took two steps back.

The two were five steps apart, which wasn't far at all, but in such a duel, every step was crucial.

A sinister glint appeared in the priest's eyes; he knew that some things wouldn't be so easy.

This boy was so strange that it was beyond my expectations. His skill level reflected his talent, but his solid and even graceful swordsmanship made it impossible for me to find any recklessness or flaws that a young man should have!

So he bit off the skin of his finger, and blood instantly spread across his entire palm, not just a drop or two, but the whole thing, even dripping down his wrist.

He raised his hand high.

The scimitar was held horizontally across his arm.

There was a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

He shouted loudly.

"The Gate of Life and Death!"

It's like the name of a move, or like a spell.

Between the two of them, in a space of only five steps, a patch of black light appeared, like a mirror frame without a mirror.

Something terrifying was born within this black light; the presence of evil was becoming increasingly apparent.

Wei Tu saw a large, dark head slowly emerge from the black light.

It has no eyes, no nose, only a mouth with huge fangs.

The priests behind them became more at ease.

He said it with a smile.

"I summoned the Beast of Death at the cost of the Gate of Life and Death. This is the greatest power the Demon Lord has granted me in this operation. Originally, I intended it as a trump card, but to quickly eliminate you, I feel it's worth it. You should feel honored, because few living people in this world have ever seen the Beast of Death. You are very lucky. But that's all. You can tell your name to Yama, the King of Hell, in the underworld! Hahahaha..."

The priest was laughing.

But there was no response.

Instead, they noticed the other person's strange movements.

The boy actually raised his sword towards the sky.

It seemed as if the sword was aimed at every falling raindrop and at the stormy sky filled with lightning and thunder.

What does it mean?

The priest was puzzled, then he saw Wei Tu's sudden smile.

"Really? I think you should feel honored, because I've never used this sword technique in my entire life."

"Boom!!"