The demon had an utterly terrifying wound on its body. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be caused by a sharp weapon.
Sharp weapon?
A sword cultivator's sword?
Chen Chao was silent for a moment, thinking of many possibilities. However, in the end, he believed that the wound was inflicted by some sword cultivator. It was this sword strike that caused the demon to be severely injured, leaving it no choice but to attack them.
In the brief moment, Chen Chao's attack did not land on the demon. Instead, the demon found the right timing and landed a heavy punch on Chen Chao's chest, bursting forth with a boundless qi. The overwhelming demonic qi burst out, shrouding heaven and earth, making it difficult for the martial artists outside to see what was happening inside.
Unable to dodge in time, Chen Chao was struck in the chest by the demon's punch that was long prepared. Then, his entire person plummeted from the air and just happened to collide with the splintered wood that was swept up by the wind. A hint of derision flashed across that demon's eyes. Then, it continued to descend, chasing after Chen Chao.
At that moment, a flash of saber light cut through the billowing demonic qi, arriving menacingly. That old martial artist met the demon head-on with a certain-death attitude in order to buy Chen Chao a chance to survive.
Facing this saber strike, the demon had to temporarily abandon its pursuit of Chen Chao and face the old martial artist. Its fur-covered fist smashed onto Han Hu's saber, causing the long saber that was forged by the Ministry of Works using a special material to vibrate with a humming sound. In an instant, the webbing between Han Hu's thumb and index finger split apart, blood flowing from it.
Despite the excruciating pain, the old martial artist Han Hu refused to let go of that blade he viewed as his life. Instead, his body pressed forward and also crashed into the demon.
Seeing this scene, that demon snorted coldly. Though it was unable to transform into human form for some reason, it had already developed intelligence and was no different from ordinary humans. Seeing Han Hu employing a similar tactic to Chen Chao's earlier move, it felt incomparably angry.
Han Hu had put in a lot of effort to temper his body over the years. But as he aged, his body gradually weakened due to the natural decline of blood vitality. His cultivation realm had long declined since, how could his body still be as tenacious?
He failed to even slam into the demon's body and instead, his arm was caught by that fur-covered hand.
In an instant, Han Hu felt a sharp pain.
It turned out that the demon had incredibly sharp claws growing from its furry palm. When it grabbed Han Hu's arm at this moment, the sharp claws plunged right into Han Hu's arm, causing blood to flow profusely in an instant.
Under this intense pain, Han Hu nearly lost consciousness.
The demon pulled his arm. A hand reached out, grabbing hold of Han Hu's shoulder. Similarly exerting strength slightly, Han Hu's entire shoulder was completely crushed. His bones splintered, the cracking sounds lingering incessantly.
Beads of sweat instantly covered Han Hu's forehead.
The demon laughed coldly and released its grip on Han Hu's arm. Seeing the situation, Han Hu wanted to raise his arm, but he realized it was completely unresponsive.
That arm hung limply, looking very miserable.
That demon flashed those bloodstained claws and reached out towards Han Hu's chest.
There were rumors of a kind of demon called the Heart-eating Demon, which loved consuming human hearts.
It was unclear if this demon in front of them was related to the Heart-eating Demon, but its current actions indeed followed the same pattern as that Heart-eating Demon.
Its sharp claws touched Han Hu's chest. Before taking any further action, Han Hu's chest was torn open and blood flowed down the claws, dripping down.
The demon exerted slightly more strength and Han Hu's expression grew even more grim. However, this veteran martial artist from the North, who had killed countless demons, did not utter a single word.
"I smell a stench on your body that I hate. Looks like you've killed many of my kind."
No one could have imagined that at this moment, the demon opened its mouth to utter human tongue as it mocked, "Since that's the case, I'll kill you right now and eat your heart. Who can say anything about it?"
Having cultivated for many years, although it could not take human form yet, but speaking in human tongue was not difficult for it.
When Han Hu heard these words, he also gritted his teeth and said with a sneer, "Your Father wishes that I can eat you alive!"
This old martial artist had seen countless demons devour his comrades during those years at the Northern Frontier. He held a deep-seated hatred towards demons that could not be erased at all.
The demon sneered and said, "Unfortunately, it will be me eating you right now."
It almost died after being struck by that sword cultivator with a single sword strike and barely managed to escape with its life. It already had a stomach full of anger in the first place. The events that happened tonight had further frustrated it, especially that young martial artist who appeared out of nowhere and caused some trouble for it, making it very unhappy. Especially when it saw the broken saber in his hand, the same level of sharpness reminded the demon of that slightly green flying sword.
Was that also one of the sharpest flying swords in the world?
When the thought was born, the demon even felt a chill run down its spine.
Without dwelling on these thoughts, it reached out to dig out the old martial artist's heart.
The sharp claws continued to penetrate deeply, but a streak of saber light arrived again.
It aimed for its fur-covered arm.
The demon lifted its head and saw that black figure.
A moment later, it released its hand. Han Hu felt the momentary freedom and immediately gripped the saber in his hand, swinging it out.
But this time, his saber failed to slash forward. Instead, he discovered that his collar was pulled by someone, who kept pulling him backward. That enormous strength left him unable to struggle, let alone that he was already covered in wounds at this very moment.
The young man, who should have been heavily injured and unable to move, now had his mouth and nose filled with white mist that he exhaled and swallowed, shrouding his face.
The qi within his body was currently being born and extinguished endlessly. The frenzied cycle allowed for an endless stream of qi to support him.
Han Hu was dragged all along and finally thrown forcefully by Chen Chao, landing far away.
"Catch him!"
Chen Chao yelled casually. Those few martial artists who originally did not get close to this side went to catch the heavily injured Han Hu.
Then, they looked over here rather worriedly.
Actually, what the demon had exhibited earlier had already proven that it was not what these martial artists could contend with.
Thus, their decision to watch the battle from a distance was actually an excellent one.
Chen Chao hovered in the sky, the white mist in his mouth being constantly expelled and swallowed by him. If one looked closely, they could even see minute traces of blood filaments mixed within the white mist.
It was unknown how much time had passed before the white mist at his mouth finally dissipated.
Chen Chao looked at the demon in front of him and the broken saber in his hand began to tremble slightly.
After the black substance fell off this broken saber, he notice that a strange connection had formed between himself and the blade.
It was a very peculiar feeling.
