CHAPTER 610: CHAPTER 263: TRASH OF THE UPPER REALM IS STILL TRASH

Glug, glug...

The lion’s head, as big as two soccer balls, stopped rolling on the stage. The corners of Xiong Gao’s mouth still held a wild and triumphant smile. His eyes, not yet devoid of life, rolled once, fixing on Lu Jin’an who stood in place.

I’ve been beheaded?

Lu Jin’an beheaded me directly?

That group of Lin Yuan Sword Sect sword cultivators had sorcery preset in their bodies. As soon as Lu Jin’an made any move, they could immediately activate this sorcery to kill that group of sword cultivators.

Yet... Lu Jin’an, in front of the Two Realms Border Clan, directly disregarded the life and death of these sword cultivators.

Doesn’t he fear the soldiers of Two Realms Pass growing cold-hearted?

Doesn’t he fear resentment forming between Wandao Sect and Lin Yuan Sword Sect?

Xiong Gao saw that group of Lin Yuan Sword Sect’s sword cultivators because his head was lifted by Lu Jin’an.

He saw the slow activation of the sorcery and saw the group of demon emperors being slaughtered by Mu Qingyue and Zhu Nanzhi, two cultivators at the Unity Realm Stage.

He also saw the sword cultivators of Lin Yuan Sword Sect being rescued.

Time seemed to slow down.

Xiong Gao tried hard to widen his eyes, but he couldn’t see what happened next because his head, after being stabbed and lifted by Lu Jin’an, was kicked straight into the demon clan’s encampment, collapsing several tents.

No demon emperor could block such a powerful force.

Nor did any demon emperor make a move.

Because if a demon emperor made a move to block an attack from a Tribulation Crossing Realm practitioner, it would only be more disgraceful.

Lu Jin’an still stood in place, his voice calm: "Cut off all their heads."

Mu Qingyue first beheaded a demon emperor, directly flinging it towards Lu Jin’an with the sword body of ’Morning and Dusk.’ She stood in place, breathing heavily as she looked at her junior brother.

She particularly admired this arrogant junior brother. If he could apply such an attitude to her... wouldn’t it be even better?

One after another, demon emperor’s heads were shot into the demon clan’s encampment by Lu Jin’an. Without a demon emperor taking action, the rest of the demon clan could only join forces to deal with Lu Jin’an’s arrogance.

Seven tents were toppled, and at the same time, the demon clan’s face was also slapped.

Lu Jin’an gently patted his clothing, looking at the fourteen Lin Yuan Sword Sect sword cultivators that were brought over.

In his domain, the activation of the sorcery within these sword cultivators was sluggish.

Because it wasn’t sorcery set by a demon emperor.

Lu Jin’an glanced at the sky. As Xiong Gao finished speaking, a demon emperor had come over, waiting to seal his spiritual power to start a gambling game, but he did not accept it.

Why should he accept such a gambling game proposed by the demon clan, with a guillotine brought by the demon clan?

Moreover... wasn’t it Xiong Gao who voluntarily brought his head under the guillotine, just to let him chop it?

Lu Jin’an withdrew his gaze, as a Wandao Sect immortal who rushed over to confront the demon emperor had already wiped out the sorcery in the fourteen sword cultivators.

"Take all the bodies and return."

Lu Jin’an turned around to lead, as Jiang Wuya and others hurriedly stored the corpses of more than ten demon emperors into storage rings, following behind Lu Jin’an.

Zhao Shize was momentarily dazed, was the problem solved just like that?

Oh, no, it was the Saint Heir who solved the problem of the incident with the Lion Emperor and incidentally resolved the issue.

At this moment, they, not being fools, already understood what the demon clan’s reason was for luring out the Saint Heir.

They wanted to exploit the fear from the gambling game to destabilize the Saint Heir’s mindset.

Unfortunately, the Saint Heir wasn’t buying it, and instead, directly chopped off Lion Emperor Xiong Gao’s head.

Only the Saint Heir had this ability. After all, the Time Rule isn’t something everyone can master.

"Second Senior Brother, I thought this matter would take several days to handle, but it was resolved in less than an hour."

"No one from the Lower Realm contemporaries can stop the Saint Heir," Jiang Wuya said lightly. "Even the Possessors from the Upper Realm are the same. A bunch of trash occupying the genius’s body, thinking they could become geniuses?"

"What Second Senior Brother said makes sense," Zhao Shize lowered his voice. "How should we deal with these Lin Yuan Sword Sect cultivators? Didn’t the Saint Heir say there’s a mole?"

"Return to the pass first."

In the Shenwu Defense Zone, inside a tent.

Zhu Nanzhi busily prepared tea and fruit for Lu Jin’an, who was writing at the table. Her sky-blue eyes glanced over Lu Jin’an, as if little stars were twinkling.

Since the journey back, her heartbeat hadn’t slowed down.

Her husband was truly too handsome. Their master had lived for nearly a thousand years and had never seen anyone as handsome as her husband, which is why emotions were stirred...

Zhu Nanzhi thought happily, yet she tried to restrain her wandering thoughts, telling herself she must hold her ground and not get so enchanted by her husband as to not distinguish directions.

Restrain, must restrain...

"Husband, tea."

Zhu Nanzhi tried hard to suppress the feeling of admiration, but as soon as she spoke, her voice involuntarily softened, sounding like a gentle stream to the ears, making Lu Jin’an pause.

Nanzhi naturally possessed a gentle and charming air of a Jiangnan woman, only usually concealed by the Immortal Law of Forget Love Path. However, this gentleness and charm were never hidden in front of Lu Jin’an.

At this moment, her soft voice made his heartbeat uncontrollably quicken, with an impulse to tease her.

Lu Jin’an passed over her alluring sky-blue eyes and took the teacup while suppressing the waves in his heart.

If they were in the Wandao Sect, he would definitely want to push this little wife over immediately, but here it wasn’t possible.

Moreover, he needed to continue deepening her feelings.

Lu Jin’an lightly nodded, without saying much, sipping tea while shifting his gaze to the side to his Senior Sister.

Mu Qingyue, still blindfolded when out, looked up at the sky, her expression somewhat dazed, who knows what she was thinking.