Land Sword Immortal: Eighty Years as the Guardian of the Sword Pavilion Chapter 318 – You disturbed me, so, die

ng Fan had just fought with this Flood Dragon and knew its strength exceeded the fourth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm.

And yet, a cultivator at the fourth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm was the master of this Flood Dragon?

Even thinking with his toes, he knew this wasn't simple!

He didn't believe ng Fan was strong enough to crush this Flood Dragon; he assud ng Fan had a powerful background.

This Flood Dragon must have been subdued by one of ng Fan's elders.

The black-robed cultivator squinted his eyes. Killing soone with such a deep background could cause trouble.

But missing out on such a prized Flood Dragon pet, he couldn't bear it!

While he hesitated, ng Fan spoke first.

A portrait appeared in ng Fan's hand.

"Have you seen the person in this portrait?"

Since the other party was from the Fengyun Demon Sect, ng Fan naturally wanted to ask if he had seen Elder Lin.

The black-robed cultivator looked at ng Fan as if he were a fool. He was contemplating whether to kill ng Fan and seize the Flood Dragon pet, and ng Fan was asking him for information...

Is he stupid?

In an instant, the black-robed cultivator made up his mind.

Kill!

Rob!!

Even if ng Fan had so status, he wasn't afraid.

Although the Fengyun Demon Sect had weakened after recent turmoil, it was still a renowned demonic sect. What was there to fear?

"Want to know? Ask the King of Hell when you get to the underworld!"

The black-robed cultivator raised his hand and slashed at ng Fan with his blade.

A terrifying aura erupted instantly, the blade light and intent ravaging wildly, pressing towards ng Fan, intending to devour and crush him in one blow!

This strike was stronger and more vicious than the previous ones aid at Xiao Qing.

When attacking Xiao Qing, the black-robed cultivator had held back, afraid of killing it, as his goal was to subdue, not kill.

But facing ng Fan, he had no such concerns and attacked with full force, aiming to kill ng Fan in one decisive blow.

ng Fan stood there, facing the strike, his expression calm and unflinching.

"Fool! Scared stiff already, what a waste. This kind of waste dares to be the master of a Flood Dragon?"

The black-robed cultivator thought, looking down on ng Fan even more.

But in the next second, ng Fan raised a finger.

In an instant, dozens of Sword Qi ravaged the Lu Mansion.

The black-robed cultivator sneered inwardly. As expected, a waste. What use are so many flashy Sword Qi?

At the fourth level of the Condensing Elixir Realm, and he hadn't even cultivated a single Sword Intent.

But in the next second, his sneer froze.

Because the first strand of Sword Qi ng Fan unleashed shattered his blade intent.

Sword Qi!

Shattering blade intent?

What kind of monstrous scene was this?

But that wasn't important.

What was important was that just one strand of Sword Qi had shattered his blade intent. What about the remaining dozens of Sword Qi?

He couldn't unleash dozens of blade intents in an instant!

"Thud..." The black-robed cultivator decisively knelt, burying his head on the ground, kowtowing to ng Fan.

He realized he had kicked an iron plate, encountered a big shot!

No wonder he could subdue the Flood Dragon. It wasn't about background or elders; he had the strength.

ng Fan's face showed a mont of surprise.

To be honest, he hadn't expected the black-robed cultivator to react this way.

They said demonic cultivators were treacherous and evil, but he hadn't expected such flexibility.

But even though the other party knelt, ng Fan didn't retract his Sword Qi.

Dozens of Sword Qi struck the black-robed cultivator, leaving him battered and bloodied.

But at the last mont, ng Fan weakened the Sword Qi, so the black-robed cultivator, though extrely miserable, wasn't killed and still had so breath left.

"Now, have you seen the person in this portrait?" ng Fan asked again.

The black-robed cultivator, lying on the ground, weakly trembled and said, "Senior Brother, I truly haven't seen the person in this portrait."

With this kneel, his posture was extrely low, not daring to offend ng Fan in the slightest, trembling with fear.

ng Fan sighed helplessly and put away the portrait.

The answer was within his expectations. Not seeing was normal; if he had really seen, it would be strange!

If Elder Lin had really gotten involved with the Fengyun Demon Sect, he wouldn't show his true appearance, surely he would disguise himself.

"Are you from the Fengyun Demon Sect? What's your na? What's your status? Why are you here?" ng Fan continued to ask from above.

He ca here to find soone, not to kill, so he wanted to gather as much information as possible.

"My na is Shen Ming, a deacon of the Fengyun Demon Sect. The reason I'm here is..." Shen Ming stuttered, nervously looking at ng Fan.

"Speak clearly!" ng Fan shouted sternly.

"I raised a wolf demon pet. It sneaked out to slaughter civilians while I wasn't looking, and I was chasing it," Shen Ming said, trembling with fear.

The person before him, dressed in white, looked extrely otherworldly, clearly not a demonic cultivator, but a typical righteous figure.

So he didn't dare say his demon pet was harming people, fearing ng Fan would slay demons and eliminate evil, killing him directly.

ng Fan coldly said, "Did it sneak out to slaughter civilians, or did you instruct it to?"

Demonic cultivators often slaughtered civilians to cultivate demonic arts.

Letting demon pets slaughter civilians to enhance their abilities wasn't impossible either.

"Absolutely not, it sneaked out behind my back," Shen Ming shouted loudly, as if the louder he spoke, the more convincing he was.

ng Fan frowned.

"You're disturbing !"

With that, a strand of Sword Qi appeared out of thin air, slashing into Shen Ming's forehead.

Originally, ng Fan intended to keep Shen Ming for information, but this guy didn't know his place and dared to speak loudly...

He deserved to die!

"Xiao Qing, ti to eat," ng Fan said coldly.

His deanor lacked the righteous aura of a proper sect, instead carrying a hint of evil nature.

Then his figure turned into a stream of light, disappearing from the Lu Mansion.

In an instant, he returned to his room at the inn.

Before that, Xiao Qing had crawled out of ng Fan's pocket, staying behind at the Lu Mansion.

It had long wanted to devour Shen Ming, but lacked the strength. Now, it finally got its wish.

Monts later, Xiao Qing returned to the inn, its belly round and full, looking satisfied.

Evil must be dealt with by evil. Shen Ming was a typical demonic cultivator, and ng Fan wouldn't show rcy at such a ti!

ng Fan didn't deny that there could be good people among demonic cultivators.