Volume One

The Healing Blade That Defied All Reason in Battle Ethics. In an instant, the empty clearing fell silent. Then Tang San looked at Zhao Wuji and said somewhat mockingly, "Teacher Zhao, that incense stick is already two-thirds burned. I don't think there's any need to continue, right? It shouldn't be very realistic for you to defeat all of us in this final bit of time, should it?" Tang San slowly said, "I'll fight you again by myself. If I can last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, then all of us will pass the test. What do you think?" Zhao Wuji's face darkened as he stared stiffly at Su Xing. "..." Tang San had instinctively seized that brief respite, stepping through the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dodge Zhao Wuji's Vajra Palm. "Hmph!" Dai Mubai was displeased by this, his evil eyes narrowing as he snorted coldly. Zhao Wuji knew that even if he attacked again, with Ning Rongrong's support, it would be far too easy for Tang San and the others to last through the final third of the incense stick. The next second, Zhao Wuji shot forward and arrived directly before Tang San. His second soul ring lit up at the same time, and he raised his enormous bear paw. As Soul Power poured into it, his palm actually turned golden, and then he struck at Tang San. Tang San shook his head. "Xiao Wu, even though we have healing abilities on our side, I still don't want to see you get hurt again." "Brother, I think I'm fine now. My whole body feels warm, and I suddenly woke up." But the biggest problem was that Zhao Wuji did not dare beat Tang San and the others to death or cripple them. If he hit too hard, Flender would definitely give him a thorough scolding when he returned. "Second Soul Skill, Vajra Palm!" Tang San stared blankly at Xiao Wu, unable to believe it as he asked skeptically, "Xiao Wu, you... you're really all right?" Although Zhao Wuji's two attacks just now had not been especially heavy, they had certainly not been light either. Xiao Wu had been injured one after another, yet she had recovered in such a short time. Tang San could hardly believe it. "Wait, Teacher Zhao, do you dare make a bet with me?" Tang San suddenly spoke with a gloomy expression. In the distance, Ning Rongrong stared blankly at Su Xing with her little mouth open. She had thought the battle was already lost, but who would have expected that after Su Xing slashed their teammate once, she would revive at full health? Whenever Tang San saw Xiao Wu injured, his heart ached terribly. He always felt that he had failed to protect her. Over the past few years, Su Xing had liked to recite the Shaolin Buddhist scripture, the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, while meditating to calm his mind. As a result, the evil aura clinging to the Judgment Demon Scythe had gradually been stripped away by Buddhist teachings. "Very good, it's actually a bewilderment-type soul skill. Too bad you forgot that my martial soul is the Vajra Bear. Charm has no effect on me whatsoever!" It was somewhat like the effect of a healing divine artifact. "..." Zhao Wuji was speechless. The next second, Xiao Wu, who was in Tang San's arms, suddenly opened her eyes and said, "This is Zhao Wuji's true strength." "Don't worry. She's fine. Since her Soul Power Level is vastly lower than mine, she merely suffered backlash from her own bewilderment-type soul skill. Let her sleep well for one night, and she should recover completely tomorrow." "What? Are you planning to admit defeat?" Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San. Unless Zhao Wuji directly crippled or killed Tang San and the others, these people would soon be back to full health after Su Xing slashed them once. With his seventy-sixth-level Soul Power, Zhao Wuji had merely used his first soul skill, yet Tang San and the others' offensive had been instantly shattered. "Brother, stop staring at me stupidly. I'm really fine." Xiao Wu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, flipped herself out of Tang San's embrace, and said with a grin, "I feel full of strength again." According to ancient legends, everyone except Su Xing was stunned upon hearing that. Zhao Wuji could not understand why this brat's martial soul was not an auxiliary-type martial soul, yet it possessed healing abilities. This completely defied all reason in battle ethics. Dai Mubai had just been about to move to save Zhu Zhuqing when someone beat him to it. Su Xing's speed was unbelievably fast; he instantly appeared beneath Zhu Zhuqing and caught her in his arms. Damn it, if you keep doing this, when will it ever end? At the same time, Su Xing, who was holding Zhu Zhuqing nearby, also looked somewhat gloomy. Clearly, Zhu Zhuqing had fainted as well. Because his Blue Silver Grass had been instantly shattered, Tang San's blood and qi surged within him and his organs felt as though they were burning. Yet he hurriedly released Blue Silver Grass again, rescuing Xiao Wu and catching her in his arms. "Why wait until tomorrow? I can restore her right now. Oh, and you can keep attacking. If there's a problem, I'll keep healing you!" Su Xing glanced at everyone and said with a smile. "Sure enough, this brat is the hardest one to deal with." Almost instantly, Xiao Wu did not even have time to groan before she fainted. It could only be said that the Judgment Demon Scythe was not originally an object of this world. It was like Tang San's Guanyin Tear—Qian Renxue in the original story had never imagined that such a tiny thing could pierce through a god's heart. Before Zhao Wuji could finish speaking, a purple blade of light suddenly flew over and landed directly on Tang San and Xiao Wu. The blade of light carried no killing intent and no power whatsoever. Tang San froze for a moment, unable to react to what had happened. The current Judgment Demon Scythe could both cut down enemies and save people. Tang San was slightly stunned. He had not expected Zhao Wuji to be so stubborn that he still wanted to continue after things had reached this point. "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu." Tang San called out anxiously several times. "Brat, I really did underestimate you. But since this match has begun, we have to fight until the very last moment no matter what." Zhao Wuji looked at Su Xing and said in a deep voice. At the critical moment, Xiao Wu, who retained only a faint trace of consciousness, suddenly opened her eyes. Her second soul ring lit up, and a flash of red light passed through her eyes as she stared straight at Zhao Wuji. "I don't think I need to keep attacking. Even if you add that little brat with the scythe and that little girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you still won't be able to last..." Zhao Wuji turned his gaze toward Tang San and said. "Why does his scythe have the ability to heal injuries too? What kind of martial soul is that? This is way too outrageous!" The Judgment Demon Scythe had been forged from a healing blade that could not cut anything in the mortal world. At first, a gentle wave of that healing blade could mend wounds and save lives. Only after it was corrupted by evil energy did it become a blade of slaughter. Seeing this, Zhao Wuji felt too embarrassed to continue attacking and stood there foolishly. After all, he had never intended to harm these children. After a while, Tang San finally realized that the damage to his organs from the shattered Blue Silver Grass, which had caused his blood and qi to churn, had already fully healed as well. He had simply failed to notice it earlier because he had been too worried about Xiao Wu. Zhao Wuji paused slightly, but instead of being alarmed, he was delighted. Golden light flashed in his eyes as he directly met the red light in Xiao Wu's gaze. "Brother, are you stupid? We have the advantage in numbers. Why do you want to fight him one-on-one?" Xiao Wu reminded him.