novelraw Chapter 45 - Show Me Your Trump Cards—I’ll Kill Them One by One
Chapter 45 - Show Me Your Trump Cards—I’ll Kill Them One by One
Chapter 45: Show Me Your Trump Cards—I’ll Kill Them One by One
It was the Zhuxian Demon Sword, obtained through a system reward!
This sword, once the lifebound weapon of an ancient demonic sovereign, was currently only of medium-grade spiritual quality.
This was the first time Wang Xuan had revealed this utterly evil sword in this world.
The moment he summoned it from his Niwan Palace¹, the night seemed to grow darker. Everyone present felt a bone-deep chill.
“Please! Don’t kill me! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!” A-San collapsed and kowtowed before Wang Xuan.
Seeing this, Crutch Pen Weng and the others followed suit, banging their heads on the ground in desperation.
They were all top-tier fighters in the martial world, but now they had discarded all dignity!
What’s the point of dignity when you’re about to die?
Wang Xuan sneered coldly. Without a word, he stabbed A-San through the chest.
The others were stunned.
Then they witnessed something even more horrifying—A-San’s entire body quickly shriveled as his flesh, bones, and blood liquefied and were absorbed by the sword!
Wang Xuan could feel the sword’s hunger.
This small amount isn’t even enough to fill the gap between its teeth!
Back then, the demonic sovereign must have slaughtered countless lives to reach enlightenment!
Wang Xuan estimated that even if he fed this world’s entire population to the sword, it would still be a drop in the ocean.
Frankly, this wicked artifact shouldn’t even exist in this world!
“Are they your trump cards?” Wang Xuan asked Zhao Min without looking back.
Then, with another swipe, he killed Crutch Pen Weng.
Too terrified to even consider fleeing, the others stared in utter despair.
Zhao Min collapsed to the ground, watching as Wang Xuan finished off her followers one by one.
Suddenly, she laughed.
Thinking of all her past machinations, she found herself utterly ridiculous!
Like a frog in a well, only now seeing the vast sky above…
In her eyes, Wang Xuan no longer looked terrifying.
Instead, a deep, almost religious admiration bloomed within her.
If Wang Xuan is a demon, then I willingly offer him my blood and life!
Just like a fervent believer, she was ready to sacrifice everything for the god she worshipped.
Wang Xuan noticed the change in Zhao Min’s expression.
He was surprised.
Stockholm Syndrome? This woman must’ve been scared out of her mind!
At that moment, Huang Rong spoke up.
“Good thing you got back in time, or this Princess here would’ve taken me away to be her brother’s concubine!”
Wang Xuan’s brow furrowed.
Zhao Min’s heart skipped a beat. She turned and glared at Huang Rong.
She’s doing this on purpose! she realized.
The clever Zhao Min immediately picked up the subtext.
Is there something between them?
Why else would she say something that sounds like she’s pouting?
Wang Xuan understood Huang Rong was pretending to be jealous.
He looked down at Zhao Min, still groveling on the floor, and smiled:
“Tell me—what other trump cards do you have? I’ll kill them one by one!”
So dominant!
That was Zhao Min’s first thought.
She had never dreamed of marrying anyone.
Her entire strategy around Xiangyang had been to earn enough merit to cancel her engagement to the Little Prince.
But now, for the first time, she was glad she was born a woman!
Because it meant she could marry the man before her!
No—Even if I can’t marry him, I’ll gladly follow him. That alone would fulfill me.
At that moment, Zhao Min made a decision:
No matter how he treated her—even if he didn’t regard her as human—she would cling to him like glue!
And with that, she suddenly lunged forward and hugged Wang Xuan tightly, as if trying to merge into him.
Huang Rong watched the two and sighed.
She could understand Zhao Min’s transformation.
What woman wouldn’t fall for a man with such a heavenly appearance and terrifying power?
Even she, Huang Rong, felt proud.
Look—that’s my man. Amazing, isn’t he?
She recalled what Li Mochou had said to Little Dragon Girl in the ancient tomb:
“If Wang Xuan likes you, it’s your destiny!”
Thinking of this, Huang Rong felt fortunate that she had encountered Wang Xuan at that ruined temple a month ago.
If I had missed that chance, I’d definitely regret it now!
Seeing the two clinging to each other, she quietly turned away.
Though having a beauty in his arms was pleasant, Wang Xuan said:
“Go take a bath and change your clothes first.”
Zhao Min immediately let go, her face flushing in embarrassment. She murmured:
“It’s your fault for scaring me like that…”
Huang Rong had anticipated this and had already instructed the maids to prepare hot water.
After Zhao Min left to bathe, Wang Xuan used the Zhuxian Demon Sword to clean the courtyard.
After all, the servants might die of fright if they saw this mess at night!
Not long after, Guo Jing returned.
He explained that he had been stopped by a Mongol Imperial Master.
“That monk has deep internal energy—no less than mine. But he’s honorable. When he saw I didn’t want to fight, he let me go.”