Legend of the Great Sage

enough to frighten cowards to death.
It even shook up the low-hanging clouds, making it drizzle.

The drizzle fell, but she did not move, standing with her head down and gripping her sword firmly.
Niu Juxia had once told her that as a person, she had to be decisive.
She could not afford to be soft-hearted.
She had never forgotten that.

He had also once said, “Violet is a colour of great respect, while the sword is the lord of all weapons.
With the propitious omen of violet qi from the east, a wise monarch sweeps through the world, kills millions, and unites the entire world under them, leading to eternal peace and becoming a figure of great virtue and benevolence.”

As a result, she raised her head, and her eyes shimmered with violet light, radiating with the spirit of a lord.

“The daemon has controlled everyone in the city.
If I want to save her, I need to kill them!”

The sea of people surged forth, but with a sweep of sword qi, several dozen heads flew into the air.
Their blood sprayed several metres into the air with wisps of black smoke.

A few droplets of blood splattered onto her fair face, which stood out dazzlingly.
She was unfazed.
She had to conserve every bit of her true qi.
She could not afford to do something so meaningless.

The crowd under the miasma daemon’s control did not fear death.
They stepped over the headless corpses as their knees popped and crackled, lunging over with a speed that regular people did not possess.

She rose up and crushed a head with her foot before landing gently on a tiled house by the side of the street.

The crowd immediately gushed over like the tide.
She twisted her body and split several people in half by the waist behind her.
Their organs rolled out and their blood sprayed everywhere, causing a few more plum blossoms to bloom on her violet clothes.

Within the turbulent howls, the roof she stood on was like a lone island as the “tide” constantly slammed against it.

She did not bother with any exquisite swordsmanship.
She did not even have the courage to use sword qi, purely relying on the sharpness of the Nine Yang sword to slash about, like it was a woodcutter.
Wherever the sword reached, flesh separated and bones broke.
Broken limbs filled the air, immediately dyeing her violet clothes red.

The house under her foot suddenly swayed, making her lose her footing.
From the pushing and shoving of countless people, the house was on the brink of collapse.
A middle-aged woman behind her used this opportunity to lunge at her.

Without even looking back, she leaned backwards after bracing herself.
A bang followed.
With the crackling of broken bones, the woman was knocked away, her organs ruptured and her bones shattered.
A wisp of black smoke emerged from her mouth.

Rumble! The house collapsed and dust filled the air.
She had already landed in the alleyway on the side.
From the corner of her eye, she took in everything in her surroundings before casually swinging her sword to kill a few more people.

Kicking off her toes, she flipped over a wall and landed in a small courtyard paved from tiles.
She loosened her body and caught her breath slightly.

By the time the tide of people had pushed over the brick wall and scrambled over, she used the opportunity to kill a few more, retreating to another courtyard before she was completely surrounded.

She fought and moved through the city, carrying out a massacre by relying on every single house and wall.
She made use of every single spare moment available to her to recover her spiritual qi.

Men, she killed.
Women, she killed.
Old people, she killed.
Children, she killed.

The small city turned into a slaughterhouse with corpses everywhere and blood flowing freely.

She was also soaked in blood, but her gaze was bright and clear, without any sympathy, without any hesitation.
Her actions were filled with a sense of order and efficiency.
She was neither cold and heartless nor was she brutal and bloodthirsty.
All of this was for the sake of saving someone, even if the only person she would save in the very end was Hua Chenglu.

Did she feel sorrow? Did she feel anger? Did she feel fear? Perhaps she did, but something else filled her mind and sword, manifesting a certain nature that had been hidden away extremely deeply.

This was the exact thing she relied on several years later when she faced the powerful Daemon General that had transformed from a Rock of Slaughter, Strongboulder.
It allowed her to remain immune to his innate ability without sinking into a mad massacre, yet it also left her courageous enough to swing her sword at Strongboulder, leaving Li Qingshan amazed.

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She had fallen into a depression for a very long time before that, where others thought she was filled with regret over the slaughter today—of course, she did feel that—but only she was aware that she was fearing the person she had become today.

Even Niu Juxia did not know about that.

Who knew how many lives her sword had claimed already.
Several hundred? Several thousand? She only remembered that she had butchered the entire city alone with her sword before finally slaying the miasma daemon.
That year, just how old had she been? And just how many people had she killed now?

Thinking up to there, she suddenly lowered her sword and ignored the surging sea of people, looking up at the sky and smiling.
“Niu Juxia, it’s not very nice to barge into someone’s dream without notice.”

Li Qingshan descended from above with his arms folded.
“Long time no see, Zijian, or perhaps I should refer to you respectfully as the master of the Sword Collection palace, or perhaps the Violet Clouds Sword Sovereign!”