The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1289: Master

Chapter 1289: Master

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The silence was deafening.

The sudden event overwhelmed everyone. The mighty Dragon Sovereign died just like that, his tough body unable to block the eight swords at all.

The dragons were filled with rage and vengeance, only clenching their fists. 

While He Yunshan beamed with joy at the turn around. Experts came from above to save them. 

[Heaven’s mercy and ancestors’ blessings are upon us!]

The elders rushed over with respect, “Senior, may we know your great name? We are ever grateful to you for saving Sacred Mountains…”

“Wretched thing, you killed our Dragon Sovereign. We won’t let you get away with this! Kill them!”  A roar came from below and the crowd howled in rage.

The dragons turned into their main form and charged at the eight, all million of them.

The eight didn’t care, looking over with a flat expression.

Zhuo Fan’s brow shook, shouting, “Stop, stop this instant! This isn’t right!”

The dragons had gone mad at the loss of Dragon Sovereign and couldn’t hear him. 

Boom!

A sword wave came cras.h.i.+ng down and the dragon army was reduced to slag, raining down as blood and gore. 

The huge dragons were cut down to an inch-sized chunks, those same tough bodies…

Zhuo Fan’s face shook from shock. Everyone paled and shuddered.

Even the Sacred Mountains people gaped. A million dragons, dead just like that…

They all looked stiffly at a middle-aged man missing a left hand.

The eight half Sovereigns bowed at once.

“Another half Sovereign!”

Zhuo Fan gulped, looking grave, “Even scarier than the eight, an entire level above!”

Danqing Shen gazed at the one-armed man with a heavy heart.

The eight were like Invincible Sword yet this man was actually stronger than the freaks.

Unlike the eight, he had a sword that was related to the eight’s but different. This left Danqing Shen and the others contemplating.

Sword Child stared hard, “Father, I find his aura even more familiar.”

“I feel the same, but why?” Zhuo Fan muttered, “They inherited the five sword paths, but he doesn’t look like it. He feels independent, yet not…”

Zhuo Fan winced just then, regaining his calm the next moment.

[No way! Did I just meet him? I must be overreacting..]

Everyone looked at the newcomer with shock, joy, fear.

No one noticed that his eyes were cold, “Stop fighting. Both sides are at peace.”

Both parties eased a breath.

He Yunshan rejoiced, someone had helped stop their Sacred Mountains from being destroyed.

Zhuo Fan sighed, but at least they weren’t on the Sacred Mountains’ side, or his side would’ve been finished.

The eight Invincible-Sword-like people were already a pain, but now this guy showed up. It was better not to fight. 

[A shame for Dragon Sovereign’s wasted death.]

[We’ll think about avenging him later.]

Alas, not all were as sensible as him, with some on his side oblivious and ready to bring disaster on all.

“Who are you? We almost had Sacred Mountains and you just want us to stop?” A shout came from the human-dragon alliance.

Zhuo Fan turned to look at an Emperor from the Emperor lands talking big. He saw there were only nine enemies while they had millions so he felt superior. He wanted the Sacred Mountains’ stuff and to do that, he needed them dead.

Zhuo Fan got his meaning but wanted to wring his neck.

[Why? Because of power! We can’t do anything with them here. Can’t you just leave it well enough alone? Go die alone for all we care and not drag us into this!]

[Fighting the Sacred Mountains had nothing to do with you either. You’re so weak you’re not even in the frontlines.]

“Someone get him out of my sight. I don’t want to see him ever again!”

Zhuo Fan shouted and a Luo clansman dragged him like a dog. But the guy kept shouting, “Steward Zhuo Fan, what did I do? Why are you doing this to me?”

“Even more reason for you to die, for your ignorance. Make sure to burn him to ashes!”

“Yes!”

The Luo clansmen obeyed and dragged the poor devil to his doom.

[What did I do?]

The lone-armed man smirked, “I am Sword Heart, Sir Shui Jing’s close aide. Any objections?”

“Sir Shui Jing?”

Sacred Mountains’ elders and Zhuo Fan cried out. The rest were stumped at who that was.

[Who is that? I never heard of him. Is he strong?]

Everyone whispered, pointing at the nine. They didn’t know Shui Jing but from their strength, they were sure he had to be incredible.

He Yunshan came to Sword Heart and cupped their hands, “We thank Sir Shui Jing for his a.s.sistance. The Six Sacred Mountains won’t ever forget this.”

Sword Heart didn’t even look at him.

“Uh, Steward Zhuo, do you know Shui Jing?”

Danqing Shen saw Zhuo Fan’s gaze and the crowd’s oblivious looks and asked, “No senior of Sacred Domain seems to know this man.”

Zhuo Fan nodded, squinting, “Yeah, Sir Shui Jing’s great name has been forgotten by the Sacred Domain, for he does not seek fame and fortune.” 

“How do you know him?”

“How can I not?”

Zhuo Fan continued with a sigh, “Since he is sort of my master…”

[What?!]

Danqing Shen gapped, “Steward Zhuo’s master?”

He Yunshan gasped when he heard that, about to have a meltdown.

[Sir Shui Jing is his master? Then are these experts here to help us or them? What do we do if they will help the brat?]

He Yunshan and the elders looked between Sword Heart and Zhuo Fan, unable to come up with an answer. Sword Heart smiled.

This only confused the six elders.

[Sir Shui Jing, you’re still on that million years old issue? You first give us hope only to plunge us in despair?]