Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 358

Chapter 358: Chapter 70: Sword Skill Reaches the Sacred Level, Thousands of Troops and Horses Avoid the White Robe

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“Hmm? How is there still a human cultivator standing there?”

“He must have been hiding, but there’s nowhere left to hide now, right? With several Demon Emperors joining forces, how could anyone in Anxi Prefecture still survive?”

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“Leave his heart to me. No one else can take it.”

Those remaining demons were surprised to see that there was still a fish that managed to slip through the net amidst the overwhelming attack.

But soon, cruel smiles appeared on their faces, full of ridicule.

What could they fear from just one person?

They could just share and eat him.

Nine enormous black scorpions crawled out from the yellow soil, appearing in front of Zhao Huai. They had sharp fangs and mouths, menacing tails, and their eyes shone like green lanterns, filled with vicious light.

At the same time, twenty demonic beasts in the sky stared down at the ground, their eyes blood-red, wanting to tear Zhao Huai in half.

Regardless of who they were, they all wanted to devour the white-clothed man whole.

“Mourn the dead, fight for the living, for the human race…wield the sword.”

Zhao Huai muttered softly, imperceptibly, as if realizing something, but no one could hear what he was saying.

But he took one step at a time towards the many demonic beasts, creating quite a stir.

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Hearing the noise, the human cultivators lying on the ground who were still alive opened their heavy eyelids and stared at the white-clothed youth approaching them.

“Get out of here…”

Someone spoke weakly, advising him to leave. Their lifeforce was like a dying flame in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Cai Yuxiang’s mouth was dripping with blood, her beautiful eyes tired as she stared at the white figure she couldn’t quite recognize.

He was very young, with sword-like eyebrows, handsome, yet mysteriously determined eyes. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and a gourd hung from his waist, carrying a proud, noble aura.

It was him…

What was he coming back for?

Cai Yuxiang wondered with conflicting thoughts.

At this moment, Zhao Huai was surrounded by more than ten Demon Kings and many other beasts. Even if he were a powerful Rebirth Realm cultivator, he couldn’t resist so many Demon Kings and countless demon armies alone.

He would likely meet his end here too.

She had seen too many farewells that day, countless sect disciples dying tragically, her mind gradually numb.

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Cai Yuxiang didn’t want to see Zhao Huai become one of the corpses on the ground.

“Quickly leave… Western State… Anxi Prefecture has fallen … go to the Spiritual Mountains …”

Before she could finish her words, Cai Yuxiang coughed up more blood, her slender, delicate body stained with it.

However, Zhao Huai didn’t listen to their advice to run away but continued walking deeper into Anxi Prefecture.

He ignored the growing number of Demon Kings and beasts gathering around him.

A python-looking blue Demon King with half human, half snake features glared at Zhao Huai, eager to kill him as it said coldly: “Let’s all gang up on him, dismember him, and share a piece among our tribes.”

The surrounding beast hordes all pounced on Zhao Huai, including dozens of huge pythons, black scorpions, and giant ants the size of adult men.

Their ferocious appearance was enough to make one’s scalp tingle with just one glance.

The surviving human cultivators sighed, some even closing their eyes, not wanting to witness the upcoming brutality.

Zhao Huai’s footsteps paused as he silently turned his palm upwards.

The next moment, the rich sword intent from his Qi Sea spread out, forming an invisible powerful pressure emanating in all directions.

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Then, he pushed forward.

Bang! Bang!

The hundreds of demonic beasts leaping into the air all let out miserable wails: scorpion shells, giant ant mandibles, snake tails – all cut into several segments and then their bodies exploded open, turning into a vast bloody mist.

They were all killed within seconds.

Witnessing this scene, the surviving human cultivators who had given up hope reopened their eyes, showing surprise.

The Demon Kings present hesitated briefly.

Then, they all roared furiously. The Barbarian Bull Demon King stomped the ground unceasingly, the Green Locust Demon King jumped down from the city wall, and a seven- or eight-meter tall Fire Sparrow Demon King burst into flames, spewing a torrent of red flame from its beak.

Now that the demon army had invaded the human kingdom and was about to become the ruler of the Western State, advancing towards Central State, how could a mere human kill so many of their own kind?

How dare he!

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

A large group of furious Demon Kings, including the Scorpion Clan, the Snake Clan, and the Bloodthirsty Bird Clan … charged towards Zhao Huai with a thousand demonic beasts behind them. The yellow sand stirred up, turning into a rolling cloud of black smoke.

With so many gargantuan demonic beasts charging forward, the momentum was truly magnificent, causing the spiritual qi of Heaven and Earth in this area to shake violently.

It wasn’t just a cultivator, even a mountain would be trampled flat in just a moment.

Zhao Huai’s face remained calm as he took a slight breath.

All the destinies in his consciousness bloomed with dazzling light.

Demon Slaying, Sword Cultivator, Dragon-shaking Heavenly Mandate, Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, Sword Skill Grandmaster, Human Immortal Form, Battle King…

He slowly took a step forward.

Suddenly, the sky changed, and even the black demon clouds trembled.

Above the yellow soil, thousands of sword qi condensed, forming a line that spanned several dozen miles.

It was the overwhelming momentum of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Sect.

As Zhao Huai walked forward, the sword qi made “whizzing” sounds, like a giant sword qi wave in a sword qi river, rushing forward, relentlessly reaping the lives of thousands of demons in the army.