The Steward Demonic Emperor

If not for time being an issue, he wouldn’t have wanted to waste a Bloodworm on a 1st level spiritual beast!

 

“What is that? So disgusting!” Xue Ningxiang frowned and took another step back.
The Burrowing Mouse also sensed the danger and hid in her chest.

 

Zhuo Fan was dead serious, “We have two ways we can tame the little guy fast.
Either let me train it for a day, or he eats this.”

 

Xue Ningxiang saw Zhuo Fan’s face and she knew if she refused, he’d use force.

 

Helpless, Xue Ningxiang took the Burrowing Mouse out and patted its head, “Little one, it’s better if you eat it.
Although its a tad disgusting, it’s better than landing in that guy’s hands!”

 

Xue Ningxiang said as she walked towards Zhuo Fan.

 

With a sinister smile, Zhuo Fan inched the bloodworm close to the Burrowing Mouse’s mouth.
The critter struggled but it was of no use.
The bloodworm was about to enter its mouth.

 

At that moment, however, a whoosh was heard.

 

Zhuo Fan pushed Xue Ningxiang away as he moved back himself, “Watch out!”

 

A cold light passed between them.
The freezing ray almost touched Zhuo Fan’s fingers as it cut the wiggling bloodworm clean in half.
He was aware of the killing intent the ray contained.

 

Zhuo Fan turned to see a tall youth not ten meters away.
He looked to be 20 years old and had a handsome visage.
His eyes flashed with coldness, like a pair of sharp blades, at the two of them.

 

The Burrowing Mouse shrieked a few times and ran from Xue Ningxiang’s hands and climbed up his body to his shoulder.

 

[It… has a master?] Zhuo Fan scowled.

 

The youth snorted at the two, “You both got some nerve eying my spirit animal!”

 

“Uh, sorry, it wasn’t on purpose…”

 

Zhuo Fan stopped Xue Ningxiang’s explanation with a wave and pushed her behind him, “It doesn’t matter if it has a master or not.
We need it today!”

 

“Ha-ha-ha, big words!”

 

The youth sneered, “One insect is in the 5th layer of Qi Condensation, while the other in the 4th.
Yet you still want to tame what is mine? Fine, guess I will have to end you!”

 

“Humph, we will see about that!”

 

Sneering, Zhuo Fan rushed at the youth as Savage Moon flashed in his hand.

 

“3rd-grade demonic treasure?”

 

Raising an eyebrow, the youth lost the contempt he had before.
This demonic treasure was a threat to his life, and in all his teachings he received, one needed to go all out regardless of the enemy!

 

His eyes gleamed as he dashed at Zhuo Fan, his hand flashed and it now held a longsword.

 

In an instant, the world seemed to freeze over.
The sky and the earth seemed to vanish as flickering lights spewed from the sword!

 

“Empty Net!”

 

Whoosh!

 

Zhuo Fan suddenly slowed down amid his charge.
Even his surroundings were sluggish while the only thing unaffected was the longsword.

 

“Profound ranked martial art, 7th layer of Bone Tempering Stage, and 4th-grade spiritual weapon!”

 

Squinting, Zhuo Fan started to take this seriously.

 

This youth wasn’t average.
It was hard enough reaching such cultivation at his age, but he had also grasped a profound ranked martial art and used a 4th-grade spiritual weapon!

 

In the Tianyu Empire, rare were those like him even in the Seven Noble Houses!

 

And exactly that was the answer.
This man could be a core disciple of the Seven Noble Houses, perhaps even an inheritor.
Today Zhuo Fan offended him and tomorrow trouble would come knocking.
The only choice was to kill him!

 

In an instant, Zhuo Fan’s eyes exploded with killing intent.

 

The youth was startled!

 

[Am I not the one holding the advantage? Why is this kid releasing such thick killing intent? Does he think he can actually kill me?]

 

The next moment, however, Zhuo Fan’s action left him pale.

 

Despite knowing that he was slowed down, Zhuo Fan only took a step and turned into five images of himself!

 

Sneering, the youth grinned, [Think you can act tough with such a base level killing move?]

 

The youth’s sword turned into five and struck each figure down.
But at that moment, Zhuo Fan’s voice came from behind him.

 

“Nice sword skill! Too bad you met me!”

 

The youth jumped in fright, [When did he get behind me?] In this moment of imminent danger, he stabbed backwards.

 

The sword art’s aim was perfect, targetting Zhuo Fan’s chest!

 

Zhuo Fan looked down calmly, with slight praise in his heart, [Too bad it’s over!]

 

Whoosh!

 

Zhuo Fan ignored the sword going for his chest and slashed at the youth’s waist.
If this continued it would end with Zhuo Fan being gravely wounded and the youth dead!

 

[A wound for a kill, worth it…]