The Steward Demonic Emperor – Chapter 1278, Mystery Expert

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“Who said that?” He Haodong barked.

 

Boom!

 

A violent sword wave came crashing down from the heavens above, laying the fine room to ruins and disintegrating everything in its path. The mighty sword energy surged and He Haodong with his attendants were sent flying in the explosion.

 

Once the dust settled, everything was leveled, with no one in sight.

 

He Haodong shuddered, looking stiffly at the sky.

 

[A t-true expert has come!]

 

Whoosh~

 

The Sacred Mountains experts rushed at the commotion, only to see He Haodong, “Mountain Lord, what happened? Are you alright?”

 

“I-I’m fine.”

 

He Haodong found it hard to speak, still out of it. Then he panicked and rummaged through the rubble, “Where’s Chu Qingcheng?”

 

The two attendants bowed, “Mountain Lord, wasn’t she killed?”

 

“No, the attack was to blind us and not to kill us. We wouldn’t have survived otherwise.” He Haodong was solemn.

 

The others bowed, “Mountain Lord, what happened?”

 

“Someone came to save Chu Qingcheng!”  He Haodong gnashed his teeth, his voice shaking from rage and fear.

 

The others gasped, roaring, “No way! We’ve guarded the 6th Sacred Mountain all these years. Not even other mountain’s Saints can slip in. How could he just come in and slip out unnoticed after attacking the Mountain Lord?”

 

“He must be terrifying!”

 

He Haodong wiped his brow, “He can come and go as he pleases and toyed with our lives. His strength must be monstrous. Did he kill my son? Was he after the thing in the girl?” 

 

The others were stunned, “Mountain Lord, does that mean getting revenge for young lord…”

 

“What revenge?”

 

He Haodong shook his head, “The problem is, can we take the thing back when such a mystery expert holds it? When did the Sacred Domain have such a monstrous figure? It’s horrible!”

 

He Haodong sighed, while the others were deep in thought about their future.

 

They had been after Chu Qingcheng for a hundred years now, only for another to take her from them. All their effort was in vain…

 

In the secret room, Luo Yunhai was hanging by a thread on the cross.

 

Bam!

 

The thick steel door was kicked open. Luo Yunhai cheered, “Big brother Zhuo, you came!”

 

“Hush, we came to save you.”

 

Zhuo Fan and Sword Child got close and took out the rods before giving him a healing pill, “Where’s Qingcheng?”

 

Luo Yunhai shook his head, “I don’t know. I’ve been locked up since we arrived. But I don’t think they’ll try anything with her.”

 

“I know they have plans for Qingcheng and won’t touch her.” Zhuo Fan patted his shoulder, his eyes fierce, “You’ve been through a lot, brother, but now I’m taking revenge, ten times over!”

 

Luo Yunhai nodded.

 

Zhuo Fan was talking big. This was the Sacred Mountains, filled with experts and he wanted to run amok? What about finding you out and making it worse? 

 

Luo Yunhai had unflinching belief in his big brother. When he said something, he’d do it.

 

Putting the wounded Luo Yunhai on his back, Zhuo Fan had Sword Child scout ahead, “Be quiet and don’t alert them. We’ll get at these fools after we find Qingcheng and she’s safe.”

 

“I know, dad. I know your style. I won’t let them get any upper hands on us.” Sword Child nodded.

 

Luo Yunhai was curious, “Big brother Zhuo, didn’t you make a scene two hours ago? Aren’t they alerted already? I think they are.”

 

“Two hours ago?”

 

Zhuo Fan raised an eyebrow, “We only just arrived. We were still far away two hours ago to have done anything.”

 

“It wasn’t you who made such a loud noise.”

 

“Of course not, I’m not that reckless. Going in head first will get them to hang you two over my head.” Zhuo Fan gasped, “Oh, right, who else made a scene on the Sacred Mountains besides us? Is it inner conflict?”

 

Zhuo Fan turned to Sword Child.

 

He shook his head, “Inner conflict with no guards around? Expecting no defensive array from the great Sacred Mountains is far fetched. They think no one would attack this place? So it was because someone struck already. He-he-he, dad, our luck is great. Someone took the brunt while we saw no patrols.”

 

“But who did it?”

 

Zhuo Fan was doubtful, “There are hardly any with the strength and nerve to strike at the Sacred Mountains.”

 

“Who the hell cares? With the Sacred Mountains in panic, we have an easy time moving.”

 

Zhuo Fan nodded, “Right. Let’s get Qingcheng and then we’ll be free to act. The 6th Sacred Mountain is going to disappear from the Sacred Domain!”

 

Zhuo Fan smirked and left with Luo Yunhai on his back and Sword Child guarding them.

 

Two steps out the door and someone shouted, “Who are you? Where are you taking the prisoner?”

 

“It’s an Emperor.”

 

“And at peak.”

 

Zhuo Fan and Sword Child shared a look and a devious grin. Sword Child flashed and ran through the man, exploding him to pieces.

 

Sword Child dusted his hands in disdain, “Emperors are now beneath me and he dared block us? Idiot.”

 

“How dare you!”

 

Another shout came and hundreds of auras appeared in front.

 

Zhuo Fan was grave, “Curses, they’re all Saints. The Sacred Mountains are filled with experts.”

 

“What now, dad? Get past them or kill them?” Sword Child whispered.

 

Zhuo Fan paused, “I came here to kill them and earn a name. But they have Qingcheng and we can’t attack. Should we just get through first?”

 

“Then use your Sacred Body and my strength. They can’t stop you.”

 

Zhuo Fan nodded and black energy spilled out of him, forming his Sacred Body.

 

Fighting Saints would be taxing, especially if he were killing every one of them. But carving a bloody path wasn’t hard.

 

One man stood out shouting, sealing the fate of the 6th Sacred Mountain, “Who are you? Were you the ones who took Chu Qingcheng? Talk!” 

 

“Qingcheng isn’t here?”

 

Zhuo Fan caught his meaning. 

 

[Someone has come ahead and rescued her. I don’t know who or why, but one thing is certain— Qingcheng isn’t here.] 

 

He could let loose.

 

Zhuo Fan snickered, “Hey you, was that the truth?”

 

“I am the 6th Mountain Lord, He Haodong!”

 

He Haodong barked, “A sword wave fell on Chu Qingcheng’s room and leveled it. Since then, she’s been missing, did you take her? Do you know what that was? Speak!”

 

Zhuo Fan smiled in realization, “Sorry, but we don’t know who that was. We only came for our Clan Head.”

 

“Clan Head?”

 

He Haodong then noticed Luo Yunhai on his back, “I see now. You’re from the Luo clan. Humph, you have some nerve, Eight Emperors’ lands’ bugs showing up here on the Sacred Mountains trying to take someone. Your entire clan is dead?”

 

“Dead? Humph…”

 

Zhuo Fan laughed, “You should worry about your 6th Sacred Mountain first…” 

 

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