《Epic Of The Second Strongest Demonic Blade King》Chapter 122 - Looking For The Culprit
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However, when they got in front of the portals and tried to go into them, a particular force suddenly invaded their bodies and sent flying backwards like they were launched from bows.
And just as they were launched away without pity, someone who looked in a really sorry state, but had eyes that glowed with unbridled vengeance, was suddenly thrown out of one of the portals into the distance where he crashed into the earth and dragged upon it surface into the distance.
Seeing what had happened, the perplexed and extremely worried teachers quickly asked with loud booming voices as they gazed at the portals that were far in front of them.
"Esteemed caretaker spirit of the Azure Firestorm Archer's mansion, can we please ask after our disciples? They haven't come out till now and we are really worried about them. If they have fallen into traps or something has held them up in there, could you please take them out for us? We would tremendously appreciate it." A teacher respectfully said.
However, he got no reply from the spirit residing in the Azure Firestorm Archer's Mansion.
Hearing no reply from the spirit, the teachers looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.
Then one of them quickly said with anger blazing in his eyes, "Inheritance-Bestowing Spirit of the Azure Firestorm Archer, you have many of our disciples stuck in your damned legacy ground. If you don't release them to us now, you will surely regret your actions. The masters of our sects who are already on their way here, won't take it lightly with you when they eventually arrive in this place. They will break into the legacy ground of the Azure Firestorm Archer and wreak havoc in there. So, I will advise that you release our disciple to us, or face the sky-collapsing wrath of our masters."
Just as that teacher finished speaking, a thin ray of resplendent light suddenly shot out from one of the portals towards him and then struck him with a tremendous amount of force that he was sent flying into the far distance like he were a furious arrow.
And once he was struck by that ray that sent him flying away, the angered voice of the Azure Firestorm Archer's legacy bestowing spirit suddenly boomed out from all of the portals far in front of the worried and shocked teachers.
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"The masters of your sects will break into my master's inheritance ground when they arrive? Haha! I would love to see them try" It coldly said, causing the intensity of shock in the eyes of the bewildered teachers to increase by leaps.
However, it continued "Anyways, don't be too worried about your disciples, since they couldn't come out after so long, then it only means that they have met with their doom."
"You should know by now that anybody that enters my master's legacy ground, whether they are monstrous geniuses or unparalleled combatants from your sects, will become the targets of many envious or vicious cultivators from some unknown or hidden sects and organizations who want what they have. And once they can't withstand the powerful joint attacks of their many challengers and then get struck by their attacks, they would simply die. So, it's possible that your disciples have fallen to the hands of the thousands of rogue or wicked cultivators from some sects who came into my master's legacy ground to also acquire cultivation materials and treasures for themselves."
Once the Azure Firestorm Archer's legacy-bestowing spirit said that, the furious voice of a sect master who had suddenly appeared in the air above them, unexpectedly rang out.
"Bullshit!"
"If you don't release my disciple to me, you will experience my wrath."
But once the angered, booming voice of the sect master rang out, the haughty voice of the Azure Firestorm Archer legacy-bestowing spirit suddenly said from within the legacy ground through the portals, "I will love to experience your wrath, sect master. Let me see how you will gain entrance into the legacy ground through the portals that I have total control over. Haha!"
The sect master spoken to surprisingly remained calm, despite the madness in his eyes causing his eyes to look red in color.
Just as he was about to say something, his attention was suddenly attracted over by the male that was furiously flung out of the legacy ground by the legacy-bestowing spirit through one of the portals.
"High and esteemed, great sect master, I want to bring to your notice that there was this tall, crimson-haired devil who wielded two blades that gained entrance into the legacy ground."
"Perhaps it was this blade-wielding devil that calls itself the Crimson Blade Menace, that killed the disciples of your sect and those from other sects too."
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"I said this because it attacked me too, and a lot of others in the mansion, as it had the intention of collecting our spatial rings from us. Then to successfully do that, it used exceedingly brutal and wicked methods, including killing us to acquire our spatial rings from us if we refused to obediently obliged to it excessive demand" The male that called himself the Ghostly Sword Deserter said.
And once he said that, the heart of the sect master sparked greatly in anger.
Then directing his furious gaze at the portals in the distance, it asked "Where is that devil? I want you to release it to me. It has questions that it needs to give answers to!"
"Devil? There is no devil here anymore. It could have probably left my master's legacy ground before any of the teachers from the various sects could gather at the exit portals and await the emergence of the disciples from their respective sects."
"Besides, I have kicked everyone within the legacy ground out. So, you should look for the ruthless devil that killed your disciples within the large crowds of people gathered below you, sect master." The legacy-bestowing spirit said.
It then continued with a hint of anger in its tone, "And that is the last question that I will entertain from any of you. Then if there is nothing else, I would like to cease the portals to permanently seal off entrance into the legacy ground. Farewell, and good luck to your disciples in their bids to climb to the apex of power!"
Immediately it said that, the portals began to fluctuate before it disappeared, closing off entrance to the legacy ground.
The other sect masters who had arrived and heard what the spirit said, began to look around in fury at the people gathered below them.
Now, they were beginning to look for the devil that the Ghostly Sword Deserter spoke about that attacked them at the legacy ground to collect their spatial rings.
However, after scanning the large crowds of people below them with deeply scrutinizing gazes, they saw to their shock that they couldn't find anybody that looked like the devil that the Ghostly Sword Deserter described to them.
"Lad, are you sure that the thing that attacked you was a devil and not a human feigning to be a devil? Perhaps it has used some powerful shape-shifting method or impeccable disguising skill to hide it true appearance and present he or herself as a devil to you guys?" A sect master unexpectedly asked.
"Yes, esteemed sect master. It was a devil, a true devil of some origin that resides in the devil continents and crossed over to our world to possibly wreak havoc in our cities and towns, since it is their ways."
"Besides, from it look and the baleful energies that it unleashed, I can easily tell that no skill or method would enable any human to transform it appearance from that of a human to that of a devil." The Ghostly Sword Deserter respectfully said.
"Hmm." The sect master that the Ghostly Sword Deserter spoke to uttered with a deep thoughtful expression in his face.
He then looked at the crowd below him for sometime and asked, looking at the disciples from other sects that stood beneath him "Is it true what he says? That the male that attacked you all in there was an actual devil?"
"Yes, esteemed sect master" Many of them politely replied.
"Hmm." The sect master uttered again with deeply furrowed brows.
He then returned his gaze back at the Ghostly Sword Deserter and asked "If I temporarily enhance you with my power, would you be able to figure out the devil in the large crowd of people gathered around you?"
"I don't know if I would be able to do that, esteemed sect master. Like the legacy-bestowing spirit previously said, it might have probably left the legacy ground before the teachers of the various sects could gather at the exit portals when it opened." The Ghostly Sword Deserter said.
He then continued, "And I feel that what it said is right. I have been chasing this devil for many days when it knocked me unconscious with it fiendish energies and took my treasures. So, since it would have headed towards the gate to escape from me, it could have probably left the legacy ground through the portals when they appeared."
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