If I Don't Enter Hell, Who Will?

The hole in the rooftop gave the diners in the little tavern a fright. Many instinctively scattered to take cover, while Ji Yuan simply snatched a handful of chopsticks from the holder on the table, flicked his arm, and hurled them at the falling woman.

"Clang... clang... dang... dang..."

The short blades in the woman's hands danced into a sheet of saber light, knocking away the chopstick hidden weapons flying at her. Then, cleanly and decisively, she slashed at Ji Yuan.

Bang...

After Ji Yuan dodged that cleaving strike, the table before him was split neatly in two. The bowls and dishes atop it tumbled to the floor and shattered, soup spilling everywhere.

"Ah! Murder!" "Run, run!"

"Go, go, go..."

The people in the little tavern fled in all directions in terror. The shopkeeper immediately grabbed his child and huddled with him behind the counter, while the three scholars also fled there and squeezed together with father and son.

The woman had landed near the main entrance. Her twin blades now whirled wildly, and no one dared flee outside; each person merely found a corner and shrank into it.

Ji Yuan, meanwhile, went straight into battle with the woman formed by the True Demon.

The True Demon's bearing was utterly different from when she had encountered Ji Yuan before. She was incomparably fierce, her twin blades lethal with every stroke as they attacked high and low in a desperate fight against him. The two exchanged blows at astonishing speed, but it was mostly the True Demon wildly launching saber attacks while Ji Yuan parried and retreated. To the onlookers, Ji Yuan appeared to be at a disadvantage.

"Aren't you so capable? Aren't you a true immortal? Weren't you chasing me? Today, either you die or I perish!"

The True