Chapter 1148: Chapter 1148

Because, although he was uncertain about his future achievements, he understood that becoming a Sword Immortal was beyond his reach.

And in the battle between the Taoist and the Demon, there was only so much one could do without becoming a Sword Immortal.

"The Chang'an Sword Immortal capturing another portion of heavenly fortune for our world's Sword Cultivators; with such a surge in fortune, it would be fitting for another Sword Immortal to emerge..." The Twilight Sword Master thought.

In his perception, if the Human Race was to produce another Sword Immortal, it must surely come from their Sword Sect.

There was no other possibility.

Northern River Border.

The thriving Demon Race suffered a heavy blow for the first time.... and began to fear.

With two commanders successively slain by Lu Qingshan, they were leaderless and like headless flies, unaware of what to do.

"Kill!" The voice of Wu Yan, the chief of the Northern River Border, echoed in the ears of every Cultivator.

The experienced Wu Yan understood that the Demon Race was currently in a state of bewilderment.

Attacking the Demon Race at this moment, with even a small tactical advantage, could ignite a spark, leading to their eventual collapse, causing a chain reaction leading to total defeat.

This was the opportunity for victory!

A slim chance of victory created by Lu Qingshan.

He keenly sensed it and attempted to seize it.

At the Northern River Border, the Cultivators were already brimming with passion, and with Wu Yan's loud command, their eyes turned red with fervor, eager to fight.

Though clearly in poor condition, they fearlessly charged at the Demon Race, which outnumbered and outpowered them.

On the other side, Lu Qingshan, utilizing the remaining thirty percent of his Element Force, also charged forward.

This seemed like two enormous torrents rushing towards each other on the riverbank, ready to merge.

Lu Qingshan, carrying with him eight thousand Sword Qi Filaments, slaughtered his way outward from the heart of the Demon Race's formation.

Considering the assault across three thousand Cultivators two days ago, he had already moved in and out of the Demon Race's formation twice.

Yet this time, it seemed the most effortless.

Because during this charge, the Demonic Cultivators no longer recklessly blocked his path; instead, they instinctively avoided him.

——The residual fear of Lu Qingshan's slaying of the Xuan Du Demon Marshal remained, and with no orders commanding them to obstruct Lu Qingshan, why would they throw themselves to certain death?

The Demonic Cultivators feared death too.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan's condition was not optimal.

The empowerment of the Bing Syllable Mantra had ended, and his combat power returned to normal levels; although still formidable, it was no longer the previous invincible form.

Moreover, his internal Element Force was less than thirty percent, unable to sustain prolonged combat.

If only the Demonic Cultivators dared to sacrifice themselves, it would deplete his mana swiftly.

The question is, how could the Demonic Cultivators know Lu Qingshan's current state of mana?

Lu Qingshan consistently displayed breadth in his maneuvering, as if there was no limit.

Once bitten by a snake, one fears even a piece of rope for ten years.

The Demonic Cultivators viewed Lu Qingshan as an unstoppable Demon King, no longer having the courage to face him directly.

"Get out of the way!"

Wherever Lu Qingshan went, the Demonic Cultivators retreated in alarm.

Occasionally, one or two defiant Demonic Cultivators confronted him, yet Lu Qingshan spared no expense of his Element Force, either thrusting forward with his sword, slashing horizontally to shoot Sword Qi, instantly slicing the enemy's body in two, and spilling Black Blood.

Or splitting vertically downward, bisecting the charging Demonic Cultivator at the waist, causing them to explode and disintegrate into a mist of blood.

To truly achieve a one-hit kill, it usually expended a significant amount of Element Force for Lu Qingshan.

However, he insisted on doing so, though he should have conserved his Element Force.

The reason was simple: Lu Qingshan could sense the deep fear the Demonic Cultivators had towards him, revering him as invincible.

Therefore, he needed to deepen that impression, never showing a moment of weakness.

In other words, he was pretending to be more formidable than he was.

Thunder Roar Mountain.

It was a peculiar mountain adjacent to the Northern River Border, echoing with thunderous roars all day long, hence its name.

The Void twisted, and a large army of Cultivators suddenly flew in from the distance.

This army of Cultivators numbered more than a thousand, nearly two thousand strong, all being Seventh Realm Cultivators, with their leader being the extremely powerful and renowned Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator, Li Xixing, from the Sword Sect.

They were the Cultivators deployed from Yumen Pass to support the Northern River Border.

"After reaching Thunder Roar Mountain, we will be close to the Northern River Border and should arrive in an hour," Li Xixing shouted, sounding extremely urgent.

In his heart, after two days, with the Demon Race's force, the Northern River Border should have already fallen.

But whether Northern River Border had fallen was one matter, if they had strived to reinforce it was evidently another.

They might not change the outcome, but they must be true to their conscience and to the many Cultivators at the Northern River Border.

"Speed up!" he ordered again.

A thousand Escaping Lights intersected, swiftly flashing over Thunder Roar Mountain's roaring skies as they sped directly towards the Northern River Border! Thɪs chapter is updated by NovєlFіre.net