Published: March 8, 2025
Chapter 123: This Sword, Supreme Through the Ages!
Meng Chaoran's expression was calm, but he felt a twinge of regret in his heart. He had indeed been thrown off by Tan Tan, falling into an indescribable inner turmoil, which led to a significant decrease in his sensitivity to danger, causing him to not notice the threat in advance. It was only when he reached this point that he realized that although he had not completely fallen into the enemy's encirclement, it was already too late.
Faced with enemies dozens of times stronger than himself, Meng Chaoran surprisingly regained his calm composure in an instant, smiled gently, and said, “The road to hell, one must walk it today or tomorrow. However, I truly feel sorry that you all have to endure this bitter cold while waiting for this matter. It is very hard for me, Meng.”
His voice was natural, and his tone cheerful, as if he were talking to an old friend, sharing a heartfelt conversation. At that moment, those from the Dark Demon Clan felt as if they were basking in a warm spring breeze.
In an instant, everyone’s hearts shivered: this person was so composed in the face of certain death!
For someone who could remain calm in such a dire situation, there were only three possible scenarios: one was that he had complete strength and was confident he could escape. The second was that he was completely detached from life and death. The third was… that this person was a madman!
But this person clearly did not possess such strength, and his demeanor was composed, not that of a madman. Which meant… he had already transcended the concept of life and death!
He saw through life and death!
To him, life and death were merely forms of existence; it was all indifferent.
Such a person, lacking in power, was not frightening, but rather admirable! Worthy of respect!
Facing someone like Meng Chaoran, with his lazy and gentle demeanor, the thirty experts of the Dark Demon Clan suddenly found themselves devoid of the thrill of finally cornering their prey!
Not only him, even his unruly disciple, the one who looked horrendously ugly, was glancing sideways at them, as if not taking the twenty-eight throne experts and two imperial throne experts seriously at all.
His gaze was like that of a hunting eagle watching a group of rabbits!
“Sir, please hand over the ninth level spirit beast core,” the Dark Demon Emperor said with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. “Although you ultimately cannot escape death, I can promise you that, due to your calm demeanor, I will allow you to die more painlessly.”
Meng Chaoran shook his head with a laugh, slowly drawing his sword, and softly said, “If you wish to fight, why should I cherish this life? After all, it’s just a death, so what need is there to discuss pain or pleasure?”
His eyes gazed at the gleaming sword blade, sighing, “But that ninth level spirit beast core… is absolutely something I cannot give!”
“Why not?” The Dark Demon Emperor immediately grew angry and questioned with uncertainty. From this sentence, he sensed a peculiar meaning; it seemed that there was a reason the other party couldn’t hand over the core.
“What I mean is, regardless of the circumstances, the ninth level spirit beast core is something you will never obtain,” Meng Chaoran smiled slightly, neither angry nor agitated, and said, “Only this fine head is here; who will take it?”
The Dark Demon Emperor's pupils contracted as he stared at Meng Chaoran, a cold killing intent slowly spreading from him as he waved his hand and shouted, “Die!”
At that moment, a sudden scream rang out.
“Ah!~~~” The leader of the squad in front was a ninth rank throne expert. As he turned around to give the order to attack, he suddenly realized that they had inexplicably lost ten men!
“Where are they? What happened to Wang Erhei, Zhao Sanniu, and Sun Wudan?” This shout immediately caused the formation of the Dark Demon Clan to become somewhat disordered.
He called out but received no response.