Chapter 21: Disciples of the Bilo Sect
Look closely, and you’ll see that the group of dark cultivators each bore sinister expressions, their eyes flickering with greed and lust, as if they were thoroughly enjoying the sight of prey already within their grasp. Their lips curled into smug, malicious smiles, brimming with ill intent, eagerly anticipating the coming frenzy. The sight was enough to stir revulsion in any onlooker.
The Second Senior Sister’s face grew solemn, her gaze cold and sharp as it slowly swept over the dark cultivators. Observing carefully, she quickly realized that most of these fiends were at the Foundation Establishment stage in their cultivation. A wave of helplessness rose within her, but even stronger than that was an uncontrollable surge of anger and refusal to submit.
“Ladies, don’t be afraid. We’ll make you understand what it means to live worse than dead,” sneered one of the dark cultivators, his mouth twisting into a lecherous grin, his voice dripping with vile and obscene provocation—like biting cold in the depths of winter, piercing straight into the heart.
The disciples shuddered involuntarily, their skin crawling with dread, faces etched with deep terror.
The Second Senior Sister took a deep breath, her eyes steady and gentle as she looked at her junior sisters. Though her voice was low, it carried an unyielding resolve, commanding and clear: “Junior sisters, don’t be afraid! We are no lambs to be slaughtered. We must stand bravely and fight them!”
Her words flowed like a warm current, seeping into the anxious hearts of her juniors, instilling them with courage and strength.
“Yes! If it comes down to it, we’ll fight to the death!” another junior sister stepped forward without hesitation, adopting a desperate stance as if prepared to face death without fear. Her eyes shone with unwavering determination and fearless resolve, inspiring deep respect.
With the Second Senior Sister and that brave junior sister leading the way, the others gritted their teeth and summoned their courage, each assuming defensive postures. Though fear still gripped them, beneath it burned a fierce desire to live and a resolute defiance against the evil forces.
“Hahaha! We’ve seen countless female cultivators like you. They’re either dead or captured. None have ever escaped us,” boasted a burly dark cultivator with a loud, arrogant laugh. His visage twisted into a demonic grimace that chilled the blood with just a glance, as if standing in an ice cellar.
At that moment, Su Hao and his companions arrived nearby. Hearing the dark cultivator’s raucous laughter, their hearts tightened abruptly.
Quickening their pace like the wind, the five of them swiftly reached the scene.
They saw a group of dark cultivators tightly encircling the fifteen or so disciples of the Biluomen Sect, gradually shrinking the circle—a dire situation indeed.
Su Hao’s sharp gaze swept quickly over the dark cultivators, assessing them silently. He noted that their cultivation levels hovered around the Foundation Establishment stage, their power somewhat inferior compared to the dark cultivator leaders he had slain before.
He thought to himself: “They weren’t lying—dark cultivators at the Golden Core stage rarely show themselves.”
Looking to Biluochun beside him—since among the five, only she and he possessed reasonably strong cultivation—he exchanged a brief, understanding nod with her.
Without hesitation, Su Hao and Biluochun moved like lightning, surging toward the encirclement in an instant.
Seeing their leaders charging in, the other three disciples quickly rallied their courage and rushed to follow.
Su Hao’s eyes were sharp as a soaring eagle’s, immediately locking onto the robust dark cultivator who had been laughing arrogantly—the leader of this dark cultivator squad.
This leader wore a gray robe and a red cap, his imposing physique radiating command. At that moment, he was fully focused on the beautiful Second Senior Sister, his face twisted into a lecherous grin, utterly consumed by his vile thoughts and completely unguarded.
Seizing the moment, Su Hao sneered inwardly. With his right hand gripping his longsword and his left clutching the blood blade, he swiftly slashed across the dark cultivator leader’s shoulder.
This time, he deliberately left a bit of room for evasion, intending to test the opponent's reflexes and adaptability.
However, to Su Hao’s surprise, the dark cultivator was so lost in his depraved fantasies that he failed to notice the sudden attack.
Thus, Su Hao’s margin for error was rendered useless.
A crisp “pfft!” echoed sharply.
The dark cultivator’s right arm was instantly severed, but Su Hao’s sword was so razor-sharp it did not lose momentum. It cut across the dark cultivator’s torso from underarm to chest, severing his left arm as well.
The dark cultivator leader collapsed heavily, shoulders dismembered, and in his dying gaze, he saw his severed arms lying on the ground and his mangled torso falling lifelessly.
His eyes bulged in disbelief, his face etched with terror and despair, unable to accept that the mutilated corpse was his own.
Su Hao lightly flicked the blood off his sword but felt a pang of regret. Though the strike was powerful enough to kill the leader, it also inflicted significant damage on his beloved blade.
He silently berated himself for leaving any margin at all; it was an unnecessary and clumsy move.
Determined, he vowed never to hold back again in future attacks.
His gaze turned icy as he surveyed the remaining twenty-three dark cultivators.
Witnessing their leader’s brutal demise, fear surged in their hearts like a breaking dam, their eyes wide with panic and helplessness, their previous arrogance utterly vanished.
Among the besieged Biluomen disciples, a keen-eyed one spotted Biluochun and a valiant senior brother charging in and shouted excitedly: “The senior sister is here! We’re saved!”
The shout was like a ray of dawn piercing the darkness, instantly rekindling hope in everyone’s despairing hearts.
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