Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 713: With a few words and a laugh, he slays five demons with his sword.

Chapter 713: With a few words and a laugh, he slays five demons with his sword.

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Escape!

This single impulse flooded the consciousness of all five demon saints simultaneously.

Even though Chen Huaian’s cultivation was merely at the Second Tribulation of the Great Ascension Stage.

Even though he stood against them entirely alone.

That overwhelming sword intent, sharp enough to seemingly cleave the firmament, sent shivers down their spines and crushed any will to fight.

This time, their desire to flee was genuine.

They no longer cared about harassing other Sects.

At this moment, their only wish was to retreat to the Hundred Thousand Mountains and live as harmless little demons.

But...

"Did This Venerable One permit you to leave?"

A frigid snort rang out, sounding like a cold droplet hitting a frozen lake.

The sword formation surged outward, instantly expanding its reach from a single square mile to a hundred.

It eclipsed the sun, saturating the atmosphere with thick afterimages of flying swords forged from pure sword intent.

The five great demon saints felt a suffocating killing intent hem them in from every side.

A terrifying premonition gripped them: a single step in any direction would result in immediate death, rendering them paralyzed.

Retreat was impossible; advancement was suicide.

Step.

Step—!

From behind, the deliberate rhythm of footsteps ceased.

Mountain Moving King slowly rotated his rigid neck, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

Unnoticed, Chen Huaian had positioned himself upon a nearby desolate peak.

Clad in black robes, he stood beneath the branches of an ancient tree, his smoke-gray hair whipping violently in the gale.

The sword cultivator had not even unsheathed his weapon.

Instead, he reached out and casually snapped off a dried, withered branch.

The crack of the wood was as soft as a quiet sigh.

A lone yellow leaf drifted from the tip of the twig, spiraling slowly toward the earth.

Just before the leaf could touch the ground—

Chen Huaian moved.

With the withered branch in hand, he didn't perform a heavy slash or a complex swing.

He simply extended the wood forward with a relaxed motion.

It looked as if he were merely handing the branch to an old companion.

In front of the twig, the very fabric of space began to warp violently.

A hundred zhang away.

Boom! A mountain was cleaved down its center, and the clouds above were forced aside.

The shattered clouds rippled outward like ink bleeding into water, spreading with incredible speed.

A thousand zhang away.

The head of Roc Sage, who had managed to fly the furthest, was sent spinning into the sky.

The wound was as smooth as polished glass. Only after the head struck the dirt did a fountain of demon blood erupt, painting the sky in shades of crimson.

"Roc... Roc Sage?" Mountain Moving King gaped at the lifeless remains of Roc Sage, his eyes filled with bloodshot fury. Yet, it wasn't a thirst for vengeance that consumed him, but raw, unadulterated dread.

Roc Sage was likewise at the Second Tribulation of the Great Ascension Stage, yet he had fallen to a single movement from Chen Huaian.

Their demon bodies possessed the durability of spiritual treasures, yet Chen Huaian had decapitated one of them with a mere stick... What level of sword intent was this!?

The most chilling realization was—

Chen Huaian hadn't even used his sword!

He had achieved this with nothing but a dead branch!

"Senior Chen, surely there is a misunderstanding between us!" Mountain Moving King’s massive black bear frame collapsed into a kneel before Chen Huaian, his features contorted into a desperate, fawning grin: "We were only playing a joke before.

The wealth of the Cangyun Realm is for all to share; how could we ever think of hoarding it? Resources should be distributed where they are most effective. Our demon race has little need for spirit stones, so it is only natural that the spirit veins remain within your Sect's territory."

"Oh? Is that the case?"

Before the echoes of his voice could fade.

He was already there.

Chen Huaian stood directly upon Mountain Moving King’s head, peering down with a mocking, indecipherable smile: "This Venerable One found your previous arrogance much more entertaining... Weren't you planning to consume This Venerable One’s divine soul? Pray, show me how you intended to do it?"

"Senior..." Mountain Moving King was on the verge of sobbing.

Before another word could be uttered.

Chen Huaian’s right foot gave a gentle tap.

"Boom—!"

The mountain beneath Mountain Moving King exploded as if crushed by a celestial hammer.

Looking back at Mountain Moving King, his entire frame convulsed as blood sprayed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

His massive body gave a final tremor before collapsing into the debris, becoming perfectly still.

At the center of his skull.

A hole the size of a footprint leaked brain matter.

Traces of sharp sword intent still hummed around the jagged wound.

"Mountain Moving!" The three surviving demon saints watched the horrific ends of Roc Sage and Mountain Moving King, their courage utterly shattering.

Ignoring the instinctual fear that movement meant certain death.

They bolted in three different directions in a frantic bid for survival.

"As I said, you are not permitted to depart."

Chen Huaian sighed and shook his head, observing the fleeing demon saints as if they were unruly children.

He took a single step, and the sword formation surged forward like a rising tide.

No matter how fast the three demon saints sprinted, they could not outrun the borders of the formation.

Chen Huaian traveled ten steps.

The three demon saints covered a thousand miles.

The sword formation expanded by a thousand miles alongside them.

"Cease your running." Chen Huaian yawned, his voice tinged with boredom.

In the following heartbeat.

The sword formation suddenly pulled back.

The three demon saints were instantly yanked back to their starting positions.

Desperation and a freezing chill gripped the hearts of the three great saints.

They could not comprehend how Chen Huaian, who shared their cultivation rank, could dominate and toy with them so effortlessly.

Was this the true power of one who mastered both sword cultivation and formation cultivation simultaneously!?

"Sword Master, please spare us! Have mercy, Sword Master!" Black Wind Sage lost all composure, hitting the ground and kowtowing frantically.

When faced with oblivion, even proud demon saints would discard their honor to beg for life.

"Why bother pleading?" Manifestation Sage spat with bitter resentment: "We tried to murder him just moments ago. Do you truly believe he will show mercy? It is better that we three demons unite and strike—perhaps then a path to survival will open."

Venomous Foe Sage said nothing, staring at the corpses of Roc Sage and Mountain Moving King with a complicated expression, deep in thought.

In truth, Mountain Moving King and Roc Sage were not entirely extinguished.

Their demon souls were still lurking within their mangled remains.

They remained motionless, praying that Chen Huaian would overlook them.

However, if Chen Huaian could obliterate their demon bodies with a single casual blow, how could he possibly fail to notice their demon souls at the same Second Tribulation level?

This suggested only one thing—Chen Huaian hadn't intended to kill them outright yet.

He only wanted to cripple them.

There was still a glimmer of hope to escape.

A flicker of relief sparked in Venomous Foe Sage’s heart.

But that relief was short-lived.

Shing—!

The clear chime of a sword rang out.

He never saw the flash of the blade, only a sudden, dizzying rotation of his vision.

Thud—!

Three distinct sounds of heads hitting the earth followed in quick succession.

Venomous Foe Sage stared blankly at the three headless demon bodies kneeling ten zhang away, his pupils narrowing to the size of needles.

He watched as the withered branch in the sword cultivator's grip crumbled into dust and blew away.

He watched his own body slowly tip over.

He watched his demon blood soak into the soil.

He watched—

The sword cultivator turn and walk away with the ease of a man taking a stroll through a garden.

Only then did the agonizing pain finally pierce through his consciousness.

Through casual talk and a single dead branch, three demon saints had fallen to the sword.

Chen Huaian had eradicated the five great demon saints with a mere three moves: the first strike decapitated Roc Sage from a distance of a thousand miles.

The second strike crushed Mountain Moving King, as sword energy traveled through his foot to shatter both the demon and the mountain.

The final strike wiped out the remaining three demons at once.

Within the safety of the sword formation, the gathered cultivators stared at that composed, unruffled figure, lost for words.

But the truth was clear to everyone present.

The undisputed number one sword cultivator of the Cangyun Realm.

From this day forward, it would be this Chen Sword Master.

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