Chapter 445: Chapter 445

445: Chapter 431: Does Master Hate Me?

445: Chapter 431: Does Master Hate Me?

“I don’t want to waste words with you,” he closed his eyes, then opened them again, the fierce flames of the Demon World reflected in his eyes, but his face was whiter than frost and snow, “Give Yun Rong back to me.”

“Give Yun Rong back to me?” She repeated his words carefully, a twisting distortion seemingly flickering in her eyes, her smile sharp as a poisoned blade, beautiful yet malevolent.

“My dear teacher has really gone to great lengths for her, knowing that I loathe those Righteous Cultivators, so he ventured here alone to demand her return from me,” she said.

“You know, if you had brought people, I would never let you see her again.”

This time, she didn’t call him ‘Master’s wife’; instead, she coldly turned her gaze to a certain point in the void, where, atop the Netherworld River, a bleak and dreary Demon Prison appeared without warning.

That was the place of utter evil where traitors of the Demon Clan were imprisoned!

The gates of the Demon Prison slowly opened, and a figure bound to an iron cross slowly emerged from the darkness, the chilling, murderous air enveloping the place.

Seeing this, his calm and icy gaze finally shattered, his eyes turned crimson, the sword winds around him raged violently, and thirteen Sword Souls emerged like a Sword Barrier, slashing the gloomy Demon Prison into pieces!

Arao looked down and smiled faintly, giving him no chance to save her; she raised her hand and seemed to grab at air, two pitch-black chains materialized, one end linked to the shoulder blade behind Yun Rong, and with a tug of her arm.

The woman from the shattered Demon Prison was thrown beneath her throne.

Her fingertip lightened, and a small silver sword hovered above Yun Rong’s head.

Arao rose from her throne, looking at the man across from her who began to tremble violently, and asked softly, “I shattered her shoulder bones, and threaded her body with demon bone chains.”

“Teacher, do you hate me?”

The night thunder startled, dull as if divine hammers struck war drums, the bright lightning illuminating his clear handsome face, ghastly pale, he said, “It’s not that I hate you, it’s that you are hating me.”

Arao narrowed her eyes, her gaze churning with dark intent, but swiftly, she eerily smoothed out the emotion.

She smiled charmingly and said, “I want to shatter her Sword Heart Clarity.”

“Teacher, do you hate me?”

“It’s just a pity, for her Daoist Spirit was firm, offering not the slightest chance, so I simply had to cripple her right hand, making her unable to ever wield a sword again.”

Those black, cold eyes gazed at him from afar, nearly sickly obsessive, persistently asking softly again, “Teacher, do you hate me?”

He felt a bone-chilling coldness seeping through his whole body, his eyes trembled with panic as he looked at Yun Rong; her sword robes were still intact, not even a trace of torture could be seen on her.

Except for the sleeve of her right arm, dyed dark red with blood continuously dripping.

Her right hand was covered with terrifying cuts of intersecting, continuous wounds from fingernail to wrist!

It was impossible to tell how many sharp blades had danced and cut upon it.

Especially around her delicate wrist, almost cleaved by a blunt blade, flesh and tendons split gruesomely open to a horrific wound where the most vital Spiritual Power node was utterly destroyed.

Hands that were once slender and lovely, that had tied his hair and coronet, now withered into the bloody state before his eyes.

Just as she had said.

His wife, can no longer wield a sword.

He felt a suffocating pain in his chest, unable to answer Arao’s question.

“Cough, cough…” Yun Rong, who lay upon the Demon Land, propped herself up slowly, wiping the blood from her lips after a few muffled coughs, her pale lips slightly curved into a smile as casual and languid as usual.

“Arao, your thrice asked ‘do you hate me’ might be asking the wrong person, shouldn’t it?

All who have been hurt in your questioning were I, the one who has the right and cause to hate you, not him.”

Hearing this, Arao looked down, scrutinizing her thoroughly before suddenly smiling and saying, “You are quite composed.

Yun Rong, don’t you realise where you are?

Are you not afraid at all?”

“Afraid?” Yun Rong casually fiddled with the two demon bone chains on her body, the smile on her lips unwavering, “If being afraid could bring me back to my husband’s side…”

She dusted off her skirt, her attitude almost perfunctory, “Then I will begrudgingly be afraid for a moment.”

Arao chuckled coldly, shaking her head: “You truly live up to the name of being sword-crazed.”

The chains in her hands suddenly snapped taut, tossing Yun Rong from the ground like a malevolent dragon from the sea, throwing her into the depths of the Netherworld River with force.

The Netherworld River, once you enter the Netherworld, the living cannot return.

His face changed dramatically, his voice urgent, now with a touch of pleading, “Don’t do it!!!”

The hurled Demon Chain suddenly tensed, and Yun Rong was narrowly stopped above the surface of the river.

“Is teacher begging me now?” Arao sneered, “If you truly wish to beg, then let Arao boldly ask the teacher for one thing in return.”

His body tensed as he asked, “What do you want?”

She fell silent subtly for a moment, then slowly uttered two words, “Sword Willow.”

Hearing these two words, he slightly lost focus, his lips tightly pursed without a change in expression.

Seeing him , Arao immediately smiled, her smile filled with deep malice, “Teacher really can’t bear to have me around, not satisfied with banishing me to the Soul Suppressing Tower out of sight, but even the Tianxi Sword Willow once given to me, you want to destroy.”

She nodded her head as if it were correct, “Indeed, I am the only blemish in a clean life of yours, teacher; who would want to keep such things for a thousand years, it’s a pity, quite a pity…”

Her voice became terribly indifferent, “This could’ve…

been exchanged for her life.”

The chain was pulled from the body, and Yun Rong plunged towards the ghostly blue waters of the Nether River.

Then, an odd scene unfolded; the raging Nether River, eager to Devour everything, split in two beneath his feet, the Sword Qi subtle and profound pulled back as if with a collector’s effort, directly cleaving open the everlasting Nether River.

Endless demons behind her let out a shocked outcry.

That sword, bearing all elegance, where the Sword Intent passed, it was like the Heavenly Sword severing the river, spectacular and beautiful.

Not a single drop of the Nether River’s water touched Yun Rong.

His body transformed into a white rainbow, the sword movement still unceasing in his hand, the wide river parted further, as he landed in the divided riverbed, catching Yun Rong, pressing forward all the while.

Finally, landing on the Demon Land, he held Yun Rong tight with one hand, face grim as water, raising his hand a merciless sword cut forth.

Behind Arao, the millions of Demon Soldiers under that tyrannical, furious sword, were instantly obliterated.

The six kneeling at the riverbank all showed horrified astonishment.

He, who had yet to achieve the body of an emperor, already possessed such transcendent strength?

Arao’s expression did not change: “Teacher is truly heavy with killing intent.”

She had never seen him lose his composure before.

Not even when she was revealed to be the Demon Lord did his hand, though merciless, ever show such unbridled intent to kill as it did now.

Once the sword slashed, the ancient longsword in his hand dissipated into faint glimmers returning to the Divine Mansion.

His arms swiftly moved to embrace the woman in his arms more tightly, his face showing no change, but anyone could feel the tension and treasuring of having regained something lost.

Yun Rong, lying in his arms, frowned slightly: “Junior brother, stop shaking, my back hurts terribly.”

His body could not suppress the shaking.