Supreme Emperor of Swords Chapter 785 - Fight Me if You Have the Guts

Chapter 785 Fight Me if You Have the Guts
“The Chopping Sun City is a sect protected by our Extermination Sword Sect. The Blood-sampling Peak killed the disciples of the Chopping Sun City. They were the ones who did wrong first and provoked our Extermination Sword Sect. They deserve to die,” Gu Xing’er said with a smile. “Li Juesha, get the hell out of here like a beaten dog. I’ll pretend that nothing has happened.”
“You’re courting death!” In the demonic clouds, the Devil-like figure was furious. “You’re just a Martial King at the peak level. How dare you speak so presumptuously to me? So, what if you’re from the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect? You shall be the first to die today. What can Bai Quanshui do to me?”
As soon as he finished speaking…
A black Demon Aura light sword, many dozen yards long, instantly stabbed down from the boundless black demonic clouds, with a horrible aura that could annihilate the heavens and the earth.
Gu Xing’er stood quietly on the terrace without moving, snickering coldly.
“Haha, this Gu Xing’er has really boosted the morale of the Human Clan. She’s amazing.” A fair-skinned and flabby fat man suddenly spoke from the crowd, like he was talking to himself.
“But I don’t know if she can stop this Demon Royal called Li Juesha,” someone beside him answered instinctively.
Hundreds of Human warriors were feeling extremely nervous at this moment.
“Even if she can’t defeat him, her Martial Uncle will definitely be able to. Since she’s so powerful, her Martial Uncle must be even more so. Don’t worry,” the fat man said with a grin.
“It’s none of her Martial Uncle’s business. Perhaps only her Master, Bai Quanshui the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect’s Monster, will be able to turn the tide,” a human martial artist who knew Gu Xing’er’s background said nervously.
The fat man immediately glared at him angrily. “Who said it has nothing to do with her Martial Uncle? I think her Martial Uncle is more powerful. That Bai Quanshui is nothing!”
His words attracted the attention of several Human warriors around him.
Only a handful of people in the entire Northern Region would dare to say that Bai Quanshui, the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect’s Monster, was nothing. This fat man was so arrogant!
At this moment when everyone was holding his breath, the fat man did not seem nervous at all.
It was a little weird.
Someone hesitated for a moment and then asked, “Who… are you?”
The fat man flicked the dust on his green robe, tossed his thick, long, black mane backward, and struck a pose he thought to be cool. He said, “I’m Gu Xing’er’s Martial Uncle, haha!”
What?
Everyone around was stunned.
“Gu Xing’er’s Martial Uncle?”
Gu Xing’er was from the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect, the foremost sword sect of the Northern Region. She was of prominent background. Her Master was Bai Quanshui, the young master of the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect. Yet this fat man called himself Gu Xing’er’s Martial Uncle. Was he a same-generation expert in the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect as Bai Quanshui?
“Senior… are you from the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect?” The surrounding warriors were both surprised and delighted.
The fat man shook his head with a smile.
“What? Are you kidding me? How can you make jokes at this time? You’re so… Get lost!” An elder human martial artist was a little angry and almost said the word “scram.”
If he wasn’t from the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect, how could he be Gu Xing’er’s Martial Uncle?
If the fat man wasn’t a madman or an idiot, he must be a liar.
“Ignorant idiots, you can still be Gu Xing’er’s Martial Uncle even if you aren’t from the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect. I am…” The fat man said angrily.
Before his voice died away, the Devil-like Demon Royal in the sky had already attacked Gu Xing’er.
Looking at Gu Xing’er standing quietly there without dodging, the fat man mumbled. His body flashed, and he disappeared into the crowd.
The Human Clan warriors next to him only saw a blur of light. The man had disappeared.
The next moment—
“Damn it, a little gray-skinned dog dares to be so arrogant in front of me?”
A loud, piercing voice rang out in everyone’s ears. Everyone found someone had streaked to the front. A fair-skinned and flabby fat man with protruding ears suddenly appeared beside Gu Xing’er on the terrace. His chubby body quivered like a mountain of flesh.
Before anyone could react, the fat man had raised his hand.
A dazzling sword radiance shot up into the sky.
The sword radiance was only a yard long, but was as dazzling as the sun, instantly lighting up the surroundings.
The Demon Aura light sword in hundreds of meters from the sky was destroyed in an instant. It was as vulnerable as straw hit by an iron spike.
Swoosh!
The sound of the sword radiance shook the heavens and the earth.
The dazzling sword radiance was still there, rising into the sky and evaporating the black Demon Aura clouds in an instant. Fair azure sky once again appeared above Mirror Lake. White clouds were everywhere, and the world became bright again, as if the demonic clouds and their darkness had never before appeared.
This was not all.
In a split second, the bright sword radiance pierced through the bodies of Demon Royal and several Demon Kings beside him in the sky. Then, like a swallow returning to its nest, it swooped back into the hand of the fair-skinned fat man with protruding ears on the terrace of the House of Wine.
Everything happened so fast.
There was a deathly silence between the heavens and the earth.
Boom, boom, boom!
Several Demon experts whose bodies had been pierced in the sky exploded, turning into scattered fragments of blood and white bones.
“Martial Uncle.”
Gu Xing’er turned around and bowed to that fat man with protruding ears.
The fat man nodded with a smile, and then winked at the Human Clan warriors who were standing beside him just now, as if telling them, “Look, I’m not lying.”
The martial artists of the Human Clan were stunned.
“This… this… this fat man is really the Deadly Black Rose Gu Xing’er’s Martial Uncle?”
But he just said that he wasn’t from the Extermination Swordsmanship Sect!
What on earth was going on?
What made it even more unacceptable to them was that although this fat man was surprisingly powerful, he did not have the demeanor of a senior master at all. His grinning face looked quite vulgar, and his winking complacency made him look like a fat glutton who only cared about food.
Who exactly was this man?
Right at this moment—
“Song Que, you have killed yet another disciple of the Demon God Palace. Does Blue Cloud Sect want a war with the Demon God Palace?”
An angry bellow rose from the Demon God Palace’s camp in the distance.
Then, the camps of the other Demon Clan super forces around Mirror Lake began to emit terrifying auras. In the next instant, the voices of many dozen powerful Demon masters rang out in the sky. These masters stared down at the crowd.
“What’s so great about standing so high up?” Song Que rolled his eyes, glancing at the Demon Clan giants in the sky. He wasn’t in the least intimidated.
By now, everyone around the House of Wine knew that this hooligan-like, fair-skinned and flabby fatso with protruding ears was none other than Song Que, the Mean Villain, one of the younger Human Clan masters of the Northern Region.
Song Que was the most dazzling young genius of the Blue Cloud Sect, the foremost Human Clan sect of the Northern Region. He had extraordinary talent and profound strength. He had 11 sworn brothers, all disciples of the Blue Cloud Sect, and everyone was an unparalleled genius. They were known as the 12 Prodigies of Blue Cloud Sect. Before the rise of the Saber and Sword Addict Ding Hao, Song Que was the hope of the Human Clan in the Northern Region, its martial arts pillar.
In the past few years, as arranged by his sect elders, Song Que had begun to take over the Blue Cloud Sect as its leader, learning the ropes. He was clever and tactful, and his fame spread even further. He was fast becoming the most respected of the younger Human warriors in the Northern Region.
However, unlike many highly-esteemed and dashing young masters, Song Que was quite ugly. He was overweight, with fat deposits all over his body, and was always such a maverick. He was always doing something unusual and baffling. His enemies and opponents would be tortured to the point of collapse. Hence, behind his back, they called him a devil, Mean Villain Song.
“Just as the moon wanes, Song Que who lacks is our bane.” As his name suggested, he “lacked” something—virtue. That was why this man was mean!
This was a doggerel verse that many recited behind Song Que’s back.
Wherever this fat and mean man appeared, the Human Clan and the Demon Clan would both suffer. Anyone who he disliked would be subjected to endless torture and pranks. On the other hand, although he often did some shocking things, Song Que had always abhorred evil and never did anything truly wicked.
To a certain extent, this fat and mean man was very popular among the lower and middle classes of the Human Clan.
Many young Human warriors even regarded this fat and mean man as their idol.
It was just that the fat man had always been mysterious. Few had seen him with their own eyes.
Yet Song Que had appeared unexpectedly here today.
The more than a hundred besieged Human Clan martial artists were stunned for a moment, and then erupted into wild cheers.
A presence at the level of Song Que would be a real pillar of the Human Clan in the Northern Region, the true representative of their super forces. Since this fat and mean man had decided to stand out now and kill the Demon Clan experts with his superlative skills, did it mean that the top Human Clan forces of the Northern Region were finally taking a hard line against the Demons?
After so many days of grievance and tolerance, too many Human Clan warriors were hoping that their top forces would stand up and support the Human Clan.
“Song Que, why are you making trouble here? Don’t you Humans want a peace treaty? Or would you rather want a war?”
In the sky, several dozen masters of the Demon Clan were shrouded in Demon Aura and flames. The power aura they emitted was like the raging sea waves, making the hearts palpitate. They were at the middle-level Martial Royal Realm at least. One of them asked Song Que loudly.
“A peace treaty? What the hell are you talking about? Did you guys come here to negotiate? You occupied our Human Clan’s properties, slaughtered our martial artists at will, twitching your faces like haughty idiots. You think I can’t see this?” Song Que curled his lips disdainfully.
“What…” The Demon expert was furious, his eyes glaring.
“Don’t say ‘what’! If you have the guts, come down and fight me.” The fat man seemed to have made up his mind and was no longer scared of anything.
“Aren’t you going to explain these killings today? No account for your slaughter of our Blood-sampling Peak and Demon God Palace experts? Do you think our Demon Clan won’t dare to start a war?” Another powerful Demon Clan member demanded coldly and loudly.