The Steward Demonic Emperor

Chapter 602: Ghost-chasing Shadow

contemporary romance

Bam!

A youth got flung through the air in the great hall before hitting the ground with a crunch.

Xie Wuyue and the rest watched in cold silence while the disciples felt their legs shaking.

“You call this an elite, Demon Scheming Sect? They can’t take one hit.” The old man with black hair sat in the guest seat with a cold eye and a snicker.

The youth next to him bore the same condescending look, “Third brother, are you sure he was from the Demon Scheming Sect?”

“Beyond a shadow of a doubt, second brother. I heard those little shits even calling him Steward Zhuo.” A vicious youth in the center of the hall shouted, “Where the hell is that punk? Stop hiding like a coward and fight my second brother!”

Venerable Shi held his nose, “Elder Mo, you may be from a middle three sect, but that’s no reason to force yourself in. I told you once, and I’ll say it again. This is a sect, not a clan to have stewards. Why don’t you pick from our extensive range of elders and venerables?”

“We came here for my disciple’s spar and to promote our sects’ friendship. How is that possible between elders? Some will take it as an act of war instead.”

All the elders and venerables there turned glum, with Xie Wuyue giving him a withering gaze.

The Demon Soul Sect might have status over them, but they were one of Tianyu’s three guardian sects.

[Not some thug they can intimidate.]

Xie Wuyue barked at the trembling disciples, “What are you standing around for and get in already! You’re elites for crying out loud. Act like it! Lose, and it’s your life on the line!”

The disciples felt like crying.

Oh, the humanity! What elites when the Labor Office stole all the good ones?

[We got nothing to fight Demon Soul Sect’s third young master with!]

With how Third Young Master Han wiped the floor with them, there was no way even if they took turns they could beat second young master Han.

Third Young Master Han sported a mocking smile, “So these are the peak talents Demon Scheming Sect has to offer. No wonder you were so lame in the last Double Dragon Gathering. I alone might even win it the next time around, ha-ha-ha…”

Xie Wuyue’s anger reached a boiling point. Last Double Dragon Gathering was the greatest pain for him, and now a damn punk was picking his scars.

Elder Mo and Second Young Master Han only sneered.

“You think you got what it takes to challenge the whole elite area?” Three people in rough clothes and holding a broom walked in.

Qi Changlong was in front, with Bai Lian and Lu Xie at his sides.

They were the best of the elite area, yet had to do menial tasks all the same after turning to the Elite Labor Office. That included the work attire and tools.

Third Young Master Han turned a skeptical eye over, finding them to be nothing more than a sect’s nobodies that butted in his affairs.

What was odd was how the elite area’s other disciples here relaxed at their coming.

“Senior brother Qi, you’re here. Any later and we’d be goners.”

“Yeah, they’re just too savage, always going for the kill.”

…

The elite area’s disciples complained in anger and fear. Qi Changlong grew enraged, while the third young master Han was dumbstruck.

[The hell? Why are young masters pleading with beggars for help? What is Demon Scheming Sect playing at?]

A single look at the slumped junior brother had Qi Changlong grasp the situation. The opponent was tough to even dispatch a 6th layer Radiant Stage expert in one blow.

He turned to Third Young Master Han and found him in the 8th layer and shouted, “I’ve long since wanted to meet you, Third Young Master Han, if you would.”

Hu~

Third Young Master Han squinted and said, “9th layer Radiant Stage? What is your name?”

“Labor Office’s Qi Changlong!” He snorted.

Third Young Master Han turned to Elder Mo.

[Laborer?]

[Since when do laborers achieve such cultivation? Demon Scheming Sect has no respect for talent to throw him into labor.]

But noticing the other two were of the same cultivation, he fell silent.

[Is that why the Demon Scheming Sect always came last, because it ruins its talents?]

Not that he cared. Since they came to die, he was most accommodating.

Third Young Master Han snickered, “9th layer Radiant Stage, this should be fun. Not that having one layer over me will be any damn good!”

“You’ll see soon enough!”

Qi Changlong attacked. Third Young Master Han replied with a palm strike.

Bam!

The two palms met, and Third Young Master Han trembled in his spot. Qi Changlong had to stagger ten feet back.

[How could this be?]

Qi Changlong was incredulous. [How am I the weaker one when I’m above him in cultivation?]

Third Young Master Han mocked, “Ha-ha-ha, oh, I saw alright. While a layer above me, your meridians are smaller than mine, all because of treatment. Do you have any idea how many pills I had to eat? And I started small too. How about you, did you get any even? This is the gap between our sect. And with the coming of Double Dragon Gathering, we’ll only get farther ahead. There’s no way a lower three sect will ever topple a middle three sect.”

All of the Demon Scheming Sect trembled in rage.

Third Young Master Han saw the hard and stubborn faces of the trio and grinned, “Don’t believe me? Then come at me, all of you. That should bring you down to earth!”

“You asked for it, so don’t come crying when you lose!” Qi Changlong knew he was the weaker one from that exchange and agreed.

Third Young Master Han snickered, “You three aren’t enough, even for a warm-up.”

“Bastard!”

Qi Changlong snapped, and the trio shot for him.

They exploded with power and unleashed devastating attacks that made all other elites hopeful.

[There’s no way Third Young Master Han can take the combined attack of all of them.]

Second Young Master Han and Elder Mo were calm as ever. Third Young Master Han even smirked.

“Fetid Flood!”

“Meteor Shower!”

“Earth Shatter!”

Green, white and yellow shone ever brighter, combining and bearing down on Third Young Master Han. His reply was to shimmer black and make a sign.

“Quasi-earth-ranked martial art, Ghost-chasing Shadow!”

Eerie black figures loomed around Third Young Master Han, wailing and shrieking as they lunged for the trio’s attack.

Pff!

The three were sent flying, yet the shadows pressed the advantage, grabbing their heads.

It was their turn to howl in pain from the agony. Third Young Master Han grinned in pride.

“He wants to crush their souls!” Venerable Bai cried out in worry.

Venerable Qi was the same.

Elder Mo saw them and chuckled in a most annoying way, “Should elders and venerable be interfering in a disciple’s fight? Or does the Demon Scheming Sect not understand this most basic rule?”

“Sect Leader…”

The two venerables pleaded to Xie Wuyue with their eyes, but he was silent. He took the sect’s reputation above anyone’s fate, even the disciples’.

The venerables were in pain seeing their kin about to lose their souls. Their nails cut into their palms and drew blood.

The more demonic the sect, the more strict the rules. Any violation would be met with swift demise. No one would save their kin now, not when both choices meant death all the same…

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