The Demon Lords

Chapter 826 181: It Really Hurts (Part 4)

This seems like an unimaginable thing,

but it indeed happened.

It was the Sword Saint who suggested wanting to see the Barbarian King,

and the Sword Saint's request had to be unconditionally met by Xue Three, even though he was now a cripple.

The Jin State is gone,

and the grand ambitions of the Barbarian King are also gone,

due to the chaos caused by the wild people, many Jin people died, and most of the wild people who entered the pass were killed. The few who survived are now laboring outside the Snow Sea Pass, being exploited for their sweat and blood.

After finishing the persimmon cake, the Barbarian King sat on the ground, his tongue licking the residue at the corner of his mouth,

and said:

"I didn't expect you would want to see me."

"What harm is there in seeing you?"

"Sigh, I just thought someone as esteemed as you, the Sword Saint, wouldn't do such a thing."

"The Sword Saint is still human, it's a title given by the street people, besides, where in this world is there a real saint?"

"Indeed."

Letting go of hatred,

forgiving all with a smile,

that's simply impossible,

the more people die, the deeper the grudge, the less likely it is to dissolve.

Xue Three occasionally looked up at the sky, then lowered his head to survey the situation below, and yawned from time to time; he wasn't interested in the conversation between the two below.

The Barbarian King looked at the Sword Saint, as if appreciating a famous sword, even if the Sword Saint was now crippled, the Barbarian King knew that a major reason for his downfall was this man before him who had, with one sword, slain Geremu in front of the Snow Sea Pass.

If Geremu were still around, whether Shengle's army could hold the Snow Sea Pass was indeed uncertain.

The most torturous thing in life is "if," because if things went well, there'd be no need for "if," would there?

"You should speak," the Barbarian King asked.

Did you bring me out of the dungeon just to sit like this?

The Sword Saint seemed a bit tired, and said:

"I can't kill you, so I don't know what would be appropriate to say."

"You can kill me."

The Barbarian King looked up, glanced at Xue Three sitting on the eaves, and continued:

"They value you highly, take one more step back, promise them more conditions in exchange for killing me, they probably wouldn't hesitate much."

"Heh."

The Sword Saint laughed.

"Don't believe it?" the Barbarian King asked.

The Sword Saint closed his eyes, then slowly shook his head, and said:

"I believe it."

The Yan Earl named Zheng Fan seems to have more confidence in me than I do myself.

He believes I can recover;

"We can't piss in the same pot, talking to each other is the smell of a bloody battlefield, too heavy, choking."

"Indeed." The Sword Saint agreed.

"But look, the weather today is really nice, I should thank you for letting me out to see the sun, so, are you really not going to say anything?"

"I'm thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"Thinking about what I should say to you, it has to be both satisfying and not too much, lest I fall short and you see through me."

Bringing you here is intended to tease you, to play a bit, but I don't want it to be too simple, or it would be boring.

"Tsk, I really can't imagine you having such thoughts, this really doesn't fit the legendary image of the Sword Saint."

"The Sword Saint... what should he be like?"

"A sword, once unsheathed, a head should fall, always carrying a bit of celestial air, untouched by dust."

"That was the old me."

"So, you've changed?"

"Changed, people, they do change."

"A sword, however, is rigid and unbending."

"But it's people who wield the sword, a sword without people is nothing."

The Barbarian King nodded thoughtfully and said:

"I've learned, just as I'm nothing without my loyal troops."

The Sword Saint suddenly propped himself up on the bed, sat straight, and called out:

"Miss Ke, bring over the clothes that Zheng prepared for me."

Miss Ke, following the order, brought over several sets of neatly folded clothes.

The Sword Saint pointed at these clothes,

and said:

"Before in Shengle City, I had a sweetheart who had a child and a mother-in-law, and I heard that I was paralyzed but she didn't mind, said she would take care of me for the rest of my life.

Seeing that in three or two days, she will arrive.

Since you're no outsider, help me pick an outfit. I want to look good when I meet her, so help me choose something that looks spirited."

The Barbarian King opened his mouth,

smiled briefly and stopped, stopped and then smiled again, amidst the smiling and stopping,

the Barbarian King let out a long sigh,

with shackled hands, poked his chest,

and slowly said:

"Indeed worthy of the Sword Saint, this sword really hurts."

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That's all for tonight, good night, everyone, sweet dreams.