Chapter 892: A total defeat Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations Behind him, Leng Shuang and others also came out. Their bodies bore traces of fierce fighting. Obviously, they had a battle with the people who had sneaked into the back of the mountain. “Master, the people at the back of the mountain are all settled.” Bai Xiao yelled. When he saw the demonic Nascent Soul cultivator took a step to retreat, he picked up the musical instrument in his hand and put it on his mouth. As the instrument sounded, the fierce beasts turned frantic and tore at those cultivators. Even without their participation in the fight, the demonic cultivators who could not lift their spirit energy were torn to pieces by the fierce beasts’ claws. Their shrill screams were followed by a pungent scent of blood. In less than the time it took a column of incense to burn, badly mutilated bodies were scattered on the ground. None of that dozens of the demonic cultivators survived... “Argh!” They heard a miserable scream. Bai Xiao and others saw the demonic Nascent Soul cultivator’s leg was chopped off by the Qingfeng sword while still flying in the air. He fell down to the ground, unable to stand. Feng Jiu stepped closer, looking at the demonic cultivator who was struggling and howling on the ground and was covered with blood. Her eyes were filled with killing intent. “Thinking about how to die?” The demonic cultivator’s hands and feet were chopped off, unable to dodge or escape. He could only slump to the ground and stared at Feng Jiu’s murderous look. “Who the hell are you? How can a Foundation Building peak level cultivator hurt me to this point? Who the hell are you! ” “Oh, dare to provoke me without knowing who I am?” She sneered and pointed toward his Dantian with the sharp sword in her hand. “Don’t think to escape using your Nascent Soul. Hardly any of those who I wanted to kill could escape.” The demonic Nascent Soul cultivator turned pale. Large beads of sweat seeped from his forehead. He stared at Feng Jiu in front of him and smiled with a cold calculation. He bit his teeth and wanted to explode himself. Unexpectedly, Feng Jiu, who had already seen his intention, shot several silver needles in her hand. He laid paralyzed as if losing consciousness. “Take him back and don’t let him die easily.” As she spoke in a cold voice, she took a glance at the dead demonic cultivators. “Clean up.” Finished giving this command, she stepped into the manor. She still couldn’t let go of her tension after killing those people. Xiang Hua wouldn’t return to life again. Even though he didn’t stay with her for long, his oath seemed to reverberate in her mind. But, such a person was already dead. She knew that it might be just the beginning. This matter was still unresolved. As long as she stayed on this road, people around her might face all this, being worn out and even die because of her. They watched her walk to the manor holding the Qingfeng sword. They couldn’t help sighing, not knowing what to say. They’d better listen to her command and deal with the matter at hand quickly. Xiang Hua’s death dealt them a blow. It also gave them a warning. If someone truly wanted their life and calculated them, they would either get slaughtered or preyed in their current strength. “Go back and bandage those who are seriously injured. Those with light wounds should clean up the site with me.” Du Fan ordered. He dealt with the corpses outside with the help of the men with slight injuries. Luo Yu, with the others’ help, moved the demonic Nascent Soul cultivator into the dungeon and then left. When he came up again, the two men gazed toward Feng Jiu’s courtyard and sighed. Then, they went back to their rooms to deal with the wounds.