Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 1115: Damned Brat

Chapter 1115: Damned Brat

Battle Demon Hun let out a hysterical roar. Li Qingshan was indifferent. His eyes were filled with a light that resulted from the combination of the divine and demonic nature. It was as if he had become one with the world, surrounded in the lofty, heartless phenomena of nature.
“There’s something very strange about this Li Qingshan. It’s probably related to this domain. Let’s force our way out!” the black war horse said to Battle Demon Hun.
“Do you want to swallow the bitter fruit of failure? Do you want to be mocked by the other demonfolk? Do you want even greater strength? I only require a bit of sacrifice.” The Sword Spirit of Immortal Relinquished’s voice echoed through Battle Demon Hun’s head as well.
“I… want… to… win!”
Battle Demon Hun ground his teeth and suddenly swung back with his sword. With a splash of blood, a huge horse head flew into the air, staring at Battle Demon Hun in surprise and fury. “You…”
“There is no such thing as defeat today! If I cannot emerge victoriously, then only death awaits me!”
Battle Demon Hun raised the Immortal Relinquished sword high into the air as the twisted light devoured the war horse impatiently. The head had become part of the light before it had even touched the ground, dyeing the edge with a bloody red. New power rushed through his body, and his demon qi became even more powerful, contending against Li Qingshan in the air as an equal.
Li Qingshan gazed down indifferently. Only when Battle Demon Hun’s demon qi rose to a peak did he say, “Are you ready?”
“Die!” The ground beneath Battle Demon Hun split open as he rushed into the air.
Li Qingshan controlled the sphere of elements as he descended from above.
Boom!
The world shook, and the two figures halted in the air. There were no abilities, no swordsmanship, just an intense clash of primitive strength. The furious arcs of the sword and the bands of earth, fire, wind, and water clashed several thousand times in that instant.
Air and light rippled like waved, stirring up the entire Asura Field.
The blood-red swirl in the sky spun rapidly, and a tiny figure suddenly appeared in the very depths of the centre. He was dressed in a great, red dudou and had pigtails. He even clutched a slingshot in his hand. He was actually a boy.
TL: Dudou is a traditional Chinese garment normally worn by children just as is, or as an undergarment for women. It looks like this.
Li Qingshan glanced at him from the corner of his eye and thought, Have we finally drawn in an Asura King? He even seems quite powerful!
He seemed a little special, but external appearances meant nothing in the cultivation community.
Battle Demon Hun was very frightened. This was Li Qingshan’s Asura Field after all. If this Asura King partook in the battle and assisted Li Qingshan, the situation would probably become extremely disadvantageous.
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“Sigh, it’s all just fighting and killing. There’s no end to it. Though, this place doesn’t seem as weak as I imagined it to be!”
The boy looked around with his dull, dead-fish eyes. He was not brimming with interest towards battle like regular asura. Instead, he was rather dispirited. Let alone partaking in the battle, he was not even interested in spectating it. He let out a sigh before looking away, which made them wonder whether he actually was an asura or not.
He pressed against the blood-red swirl with both hands and pulled out his legs, descending from above. The violent collateral energy of the battle swept through the Asura Field, but it parted into two when it approached him, unable to touch him at all.
Yin Qing hid in the space there, avoiding the collateral energy of the battle. When she saw the black sun and moon on the boy’s dudou, she immediately became shocked.
“There’s even an Asura Altar of Armaments here!” The boy landed on the Asura Altar of Armaments first before arriving beside the Frenzy Flower Blade of Path’s End with a flash. Standing on his toes, he pulled the blade out of the ground and said, “Yeah, it seems to be called the Frenzy Flower of Path’s End!” Then he returned to the Asura Altar of Armaments with a flash. When he travelled from and to the altar, he was actually no slower than Li Qingshan and Battle Demon Hun, and he had achieved it with even greater ease.
He was like a dead fish, laying down on the Asura Altar of Armaments with his limbs outstretched. He gazed lifelessly at the blood-red swirl in the sky before randomly swinging the Frenzy Flower Blade of Path’s End about. His bored, disinterested demeanour made them doubt his species once again.
“Let go of me!” The Blade Spirit of Frenzy Flower roared, and the blade shook. However, after facing a bitter battle, it no longer had the strength to break free from the tiny hand’s grip.
“Sigh, I’ve been loathed again!” He casually tossed the Frenzy Flower Blade of Path’s End to the side and pulled his slingshot into his arms. “Li’l Y, you still treat me the best!”
“What exactly is he supposed to be? Oh no!”
Surprise appeared in Li Qingshan’s indifferent gaze, and a hint of disharmony appeared in the elements around him.
His current form did not originate from his strength alone but also from his absolute control over the entire Asura Field—to maintain this form, he was not even bold enough to use an innate ability. However, the boy’s appearance led to a large opening in his control, even when he had done absolutely nothing so far.
How could Battle Demon Hun let such a fantastic opportunity slip by? The sword clashed through the ring of wind, water, and fire consecutively, travelling right towards Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan swung his arms around, and the revolving rocks stopped right before him. He pushed his hands forward violently, and the rocks shattered and collapsed, turning into a storm of sand and grit.
Battle Demon Hun turned into a warped streak of light, dodging rapidly, but he was still sucked into the storm.
Rumbles rang out endlessly, and dust filled the air. He became riddled with a thousand holes.
The dust dispersed. Battle Demon Hun had been reduced to a blood mess. He smiled viciously. “Li Qingshan, it’s over. You can’t win against me. You can never win against me!” With that, he raised the Immortal Relinquished sword high into the air, slashing at the space before him. He wanted to escape from the Asura Field.
“No, kill him first!” Battle Demon Hun’s expression changed, and he paused.
“You fool! I’ll obviously kill him next! I need even more sacrifices right now!”
“Kill… him!”
Battle Demon Hun gritted his teeth as his expression constantly changed, getting into a loud argument with himself as if he suffered from schizophrenia. A huge wedge appeared between him and the sword.
This was not because Battle Demon Hun was a fool and did not understand the principle of building up power. Instead, in the intense battle earlier, he could sense the will of the Sword Spirit of Immortal Relinquished rapidly seep into his mind, attempting to enslave him. Earlier, it had also directly chosen to escape without his permission. This situation was extremely dangerous for him, even more than his battle against Li Qingshan.
If he allowed the Immortal Relinquished sword to obtain many more sacrifices, then it would completely gain the upper hand. Only through the clashes with Li Qingshan could he constantly exhaust the Immortal Relinquished sword’s power, maintaining this balance and avoiding the fate of a sword slave.
Sure enough, external forces aren’t that convenient to borrow. Power that you can’t grasp will only turn around and enslave you, Li Qingshan thought, but he did not use this opportunity to follow up. Instead, he called out, “Oi, kid, go home!”
Only by chasing away this strange asura kid would he have the confidence to trap Battle Demon Hun in the Asura Field. Otherwise, even if he won, it would be pointless.
“Do I need you to care?” The boy just rolled over and laid on the Asura Altar of Armaments despondently.
“This is my territory! If you’re not going home, then help me out. Otherwise, if this place is destroyed, you won’t be able to stay here either,” said Li Qingshan.
“Are you an asura?” the boy asked powerlessly.
“I will be.” Li Qingshan released his surging murderousness.
“I hate asura.” The boy picked his nose.
“Aren’t you an asura?” Li Qingshan countered with a question.
“I hate myself too.” The boy switched a finger and continued picking his nose.
“Alright then. Actually, I’m a human.”
“I hate humans more.” The boy shoved the finger that he had just used to pick his nose into his mouth and tasted it. “Pah! Pah! Tastes like boogers. Ah, I don’t have any boogers!”
Li Qingshan cursed inside, Fucking hell, this fucking damned brat!