I Can Devour Spirits

Pan Yong saw Chen Hu’s dagger coming at him, with a flick of his soft sword, there was a clinking sound, and the soft sword, like a twisting snake, sent Chen Hu’s dagger flying.

At this moment, Chen Hu’s Inner Breath was in disarray, and his dagger thrust lacked the infusion of Inner Breath, it was just a powerless empty move.

After sending Chen Hu’s dagger flying, Pan Yong’s soft sword maintained its momentum, still flickering like a spirit snake, twisting toward Chen Hu’s throat!

But at this moment, three Flying Sabers shot from Pan Yong’s side, silently and swiftly targeting his upper, middle, and lower paths.

Pan Yong suddenly turned, and the soft sword followed, fluttering in front of him!

Just as Pan Yong knocked away the Flying Sabers, Duan Rong leaped, flashing past Pan Yong, and the Minghong Saber in his hand, infused with Inner Breath, sliced across Chen Hu’s neck...

With a spray of blood, a headless corpse fell to the ground!

Duan Rong, holding Chen Hu’s head, gracefully landed beside the corpse.

Pan Yong, holding the soft sword, looked grim and sneered, ”It seems Junior Brother Duan Rong wants to kill me too!”

Duan Rong said, ”I hope Senior Brother understands! The three Flying Sabers were to push you back. It was not to steal the credit; I just didn’t want to be unfaithful to Master Shang!”

At the outbreak of this situation, Duan Rong noticed Pan Yong standing calmly beside Shang Xiangyu, unlike Chen Hu, who was suddenly tense.

At that moment, Duan Rong instantly understood that for some reason, Shang Xiangyu wanted to kill them, but not Pan Yong.

Duan Rong, holding Chen Hu’s head, walked not far from Shang Xiangyu, suddenly knelt, placed the head on the ground before him, and clasped his fists, saying, ”This head is offered to Master Shang, to demonstrate Duan Rong’s loyalty!”

Shang Xiangyu stood there, hands behind his back, his snow-white hair draping over his shoulders, showing a slight expression on his face.

Duan Rong remained kneeling on the ground, motionless.

Pan Yong looked at Shang Xiangyu, and seeing that Shang Xiangyu hadn’t spoken for a long time, suddenly his eyelids twitched, and with a flick of his soft sword, he stabbed toward Duan Rong’s temple. ”Duan Rong, do you think Master Shang can’t see through your hypocritical act?”

Duan Rong caught a glimpse of Pan Yong’s soft sword coming, but still remained kneeling, motionless.

He knew that Pan Yong was trying to force him to make a move.

Seeing the tip of the soft sword about to pierce into Duan Rong’s temple, Duan Rong remained kneeling before Shang Xiangyu, motionless.

He was gambling on an opportunity. The only opportunity!

At that moment, Shang Xiangyu suddenly flicked his hand, and with a snap of his finger, a shard of porcelain flew out, in a flash, hitting the base of Pan Yong’s soft sword with a bang.

The soft sword flew back, and Pan Yong’s wrist was shaken until it was covered in blood and flesh.

At the moment the soft sword flew out, Duan Rong trembled all over, knowing he had survived.

He had gambled correctly!

At the critical moment of the incident, both he and Chen Hu saw a glimmer of hope for survival!

And each tried their best to seize it!

But as Duan Rong saw it, Chen Hu chose wrongly from the start!

Shang Xiangyu was a Martial Artist at the Primordial Qi Realm Great Perfection, while they all had just entered the True Qi Realm, they had no chance of escaping from under Shang Xiangyu’s hand!

At that moment, Duan Rong decided to kill Chen Hu, offer the trophy, gain trust from Shang Xiangyu, and yet fight for a glimmer of hope in another direction!

Duan Rong felt that the reason this path wasn’t a dead end was that Pan Yong was standing beside Shang Xiangyu, and his expression was as usual, without fear.

Duan Rong didn’t know why Shang Xiangyu wanted to kill them, maybe because he used his own brother for Alchemy and didn’t want the matter to be leaked. There might be other reasons, as Shang Xiangyu’s actions were so bizarre and evil, they obviously couldn’t be rationalized with common sense.

Also, in the fleeting moment just now, Duan Rong had no time to think, his only thought was how to survive?

A blink between life and death!

At the moment when Shang Xiangyu flicked the porcelain shard, it already indicated the outcome of the matter.

Duan Rong’s head again heavily knocked to the ground, saying, ”Thank you, Master Shang!”

”No more acting!” Shang Xiangyu suddenly said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Duan Rong’s heart tensed, he raised his head again, looking deeply at Shang Xiangyu.

Shang Xiangyu looked at Duan Rong and said, ”Duan Rong, I spared your life, not because of your clever schemes.”

As Shang Xiangyu spoke, his gaze swept over the debris on Duan Rong’s forehead, from when he kowtowed hard to the ground.

”I have a connection with Shen Ping, and you also have some ties with him. I am considering his face and also because you are considered talented...” Shang Xiangyu paused slightly and said, ”It would be a pity to kill you!”

Duan Rong’s eyes flickered; Shen Ping’s notebook was still not returned to him by Shang Xiangyu.

Upon hearing Shang Xiangyu’s words, Pan Yong’s eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of hatred. He had been by Shang Xiangyu’s side for years, yet this was the first time he heard Shang Xiangyu praise anyone as talented.

Shang Xiangyu looked at Duan Rong and said, ”Stand up!”

Duan Rong rose with his hands clasped in salute, then put a hand to his temple, where a faint line of blood had been drawn by the soft sword tossed by Pan Yong.

Shang Xiangyu’s eyes were deep; although he said so, he was well aware that if it weren’t for Duan Rong’s performance, killing Chen Hu and offering the trophy, even with Duan Rong’s connection to Shen Ping, he wouldn’t have spared him.

Honestly, when he decided to kill them, he had completely forgotten about Duan Rong’s connection to Shen Ping.

Duan Rong’s continuous actions made him reassess and remember Shen Ping’s matters.

As for how much Shen Ping’s affairs influenced that decision, even he could not articulate.

Shang Xiangyu suddenly flipped his hand, tossing a small black porcelain bottle to Duan Rong.