Martial Cultivator

Chapter 290.5: His Majesty, the Emperor - Part 5

The sword immortal traveled afar, wielding his sword as he went. Although Liu Banbi was not a disciple of any sword sect and was considered an outsider, it did not matter. He traveled all the way to the highest peak. Which sword cultivator in the world would not call him Sword Immortal Senior after seeing him?

Despite being seriously injured, he traveled all the way north. The sword qi remained thick. However, after stepping onto the desolate north plains, this sword immortal felt the aura that flooded the plain. It was unbelievably powerful. Although he had already stepped into the Nepenthe Realm and could be called a true sword immortal, there was still a difference between Nepenthe and Nepenthe. At this moment, Liu Banbi distinctly felt that the owner of the aura was someone he could not compare to.

On this desolate northern plain, there was probably only that Demon Emperor who could possess this aura.

However, the current meaning conveyed by this aura seemed to be telling everyone that the Demon Emperor was currently fighting with someone else.

It was that Nepenthe Realm who entered deep into the desolate north.

Liu Banbi was now even more impressed. Who could this person be, to have even startled that powerful Demon Emperor?

But before he could ponder for long, two figures appeared on the distant horizon, side by side.

Liu Banbi halted his steps, and the flying sword Embracing Cicada under his feet shot towards his palm.

The two figures in front of him were clearly two great demons.

Liu Banbi recognized one of them, he was the black-robed demon who had escaped back to the North before that he did not pursue. As for the other one, he was somewhat unfamiliar.

The black-robed demon lamented from a distance, "Venturing deep into the desolate north, I truly admire you, Sword Immortal."

The other great demon beside him remained silent, quietly observing the blue-robed sword immortal whose aura was not considered too strong.

Liu Banbi looked at the black-robed demon he had fought before and smiled, "I couldn't kill you earlier. Now, you're coming over. It seems like you really don't want to live anymore?"

The black-robed demon said indifferently, "Now it's two against one, and you're heavily injured. Can you really leave alive?"

Liu Banbi shook his head, "I don't know if I can leave alive, but before I die, you'll definitely die first."

As he spoke, the flying sword in Liu Banbi's hand, Embracing Cicada, emitted the sound of cicada cries once again.

He took the wine gourd from his waist, placed it to his lips, and took a sip, only to remember there was no more alcohol. Trying to pour some at this moment, not even a drop came out. There was just a fragrant aroma. "For the two of you, your injuries are not healed yet. If I go all out with my sword just to kill you, disregarding everything, how much effort will this friend of yours exert to save you, or will he ignore you for the sake of killing me?"

Sword cultivators might be invincible in killing power within the same realm, but besides killing power, there was almost nothing else worth boasting about. However, Liu Banbi was different. Apart from being a sword cultivator, he was once a scholar, and he understood the intricacies and schemes of scholars. He naturally possessed that kind of shrewdness too.

Sure enough, after Liu Banbi finished saying this, the expression on the face of the black-robed demon before him became unsightly.

While demons might be more talented in cultivation, when it came to scheming and shrewdness, most demons were not a match for humans at all.

"Why worry about it? He's already heavily injured. If we join forces, it won't be long before he dies at our hands. If we're scared of even a heavily injured sword immortal, we can throw our faces away!"

The other great demon who remained silent the entire time suddenly spoke with a cold tone.

Liu Banbi ignored him, just tilted his head back, and murmured, "I guess I'm really going to die in the desolate north?"

As his words fell, sword energy erupted between heaven and earth. Countless sword lights fell from the sky, like a rain of swords.

Standing above the sky, the sword immortal Liu Banbi smiled and said, "Since you don't believe it, who wants to die first?"

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Onan River

This river that was less than a thousand miles from the demon capital, stretched for tens of thousands of miles, and was extremely wide. The Onan River had always been considered the last barrier for the demon race. If one day the human army approached this area, it would signify the impending disaster of extermination for the demon race. But in reality, for so many years, forget about the human army, very few could arrive at this Onan River.

But with a gust of wind, two figures appeared on both banks of the Onan River, roughly similar to the previous scene.

However, this time, the two figures appeared on opposite sides of the Onan River's banks.

At this moment, both of their faces showed exhaustion that could not be concealed.

The Demon Emperor looked up at the Great Liang Emperor on the opposite side, wanting to say something. However, upon thinking that this place was already the Onan River, he remained silent.

In the battle of the desolate north, it was actually very difficult to determine the victor between the two. But the fact that the Demon Emperor kept retreating all the way North illustrated something.

The Great Liang Emperor smiled, "In the two hundred years of the Great Liang Dynasty, We are the only one who has fought until this place."

In fact, to exaggerate a bit, it could be said that in the past thousand years, the Great Liang Emperor was the only one who was able to venture deep into the desolate north on his own, fight a battle with the Demon Emperor, and finally reach the Onan River.

The Demon Emperor said indifferently, "It ends here."

Heading north all the way, the Great Liang Emperor was already somewhat mentally exhausted.

The Demon Emperor might have been planning to exhaust the Great Liang Emperor first, or even set up an ambush further north.

Looking ahead, the Great Liang Emperor's gaze seemed to vaguely discern a magnificent royal city at the end of his line of sight.

The Great Liang Emperor seemed to know that it would be difficult to cross the Onan River this time. Standing on this side of the riverbank, he just smiled and said, "Next time, We will come with a mighty army, sweeping across the desolate north. When ten thousand horses are stationed on this riverbank, what a magnificent sight it will be."

Although the Great Liang Emperor's words seemed ordinary, it was incomparably heroic, as if he envisioned countless grand landscapes in his heart.

The Demon Emperor, on the other hand, exhaled a breath and said calmly, "There won't be a next time."

The Great Liang Emperor and he faced each other across the river. Hearing these words, along with the sound of the flowing river, the Great Liang Emperor said, "Whether to go or stay, it is up to Us. You can't decide it."