I have the face of a great demon.

Seeing Liu Xingchen slowly draw his sword, the leader's heart tightened, and he thought to himself:

"If this kid is a deity descended to earth, and wields divine weapons, then wouldn't we, this rabble, become lambs to the slaughter?"

But upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but chuckle. This was no god at all; he was just a good-for-nothing.

His steps were unsteady, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't even pull out a sword; he had to use both hands to do so.

waste!

When he saw his opponent draw his sword, he almost burst out laughing.

If you want to launch a sweeping attack, you need to choose the right time.

Even when the nearest enemy is a few steps away from you, or even more than ten steps away, you are about to sweep away the enemy.

Is your sword really that long?

This sweeping attack didn't even touch the hem of his clothes. By the time the sword move was finished, my men had just rushed up to him and chopped him into eight pieces.

The leader of the gang smirked and strode forward, eager to snatch the legendary divine sword.

What the leader didn't expect was that the black iron sword was indeed not very long, only six feet long, but a white light appeared on the sword, spitting out a sword beam ten feet long.

With a swing of Liu Xingchen's sword, the sword light swept across the area, covering all the men in black without exception.

The leader ran as fast as he could, his only thought being to snatch the divine sword as quickly as possible.

He pushed off with his foot, about to leap into the air and pounce on the rookie, when suddenly he felt his body become half as light and he flew even higher.

How can you jump so high? Are you about to ascend to heaven?

Before the leader could figure out what was going on, he fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string, feeling excruciating pain all over his body.

In his dazed state, he cried out in terror, "Where are my legs? Where's my butt?"

The leader finally understood what had happened; he had been cut in half at the waist.

Not only him, but the wails coming from all around him told him that all the members of the Sand Tiger Gang had been wiped out.

The leader was extremely frustrated. He had made the wrong bet; the other party was truly a god, wiping them all out with a single sword strike.

The intense pain caused the leader to wail, and he gradually fell silent amidst endless regret.

The scene before him completely stunned Liu Xingchen. He stood there, his lips twitching, muttering to himself.

"With just one swing of my sword, I wiped out this entire group of menacing men in black?"

This really is a divine sword!

He stroked the seemingly ordinary yet mysterious black sword with great affection, his mind replaying the heroic figure who had just won the battle with a single strike, his heart bubbling with joy.

"Let's try again, maybe we can get another shot!"

Liu Xingchen thought excitedly, and then swung his sword again with a flourish, but the sword remained calm as before, without even a ripple.

Undeterred, he continued to slash, but the sword's edge never appeared.

It turns out this divine sword doesn't work every time; otherwise, the man in white would have already killed the man in black.

Perhaps the divine sword has a cooldown period?

After thinking it over and over, this was the only explanation Liu Xingchen could come up with.

Let's try again tomorrow; maybe we can unleash the sword's edge again.

When the excitement of discovering the divine sword faded and his attention returned to reality, the bloody scene before him began to assault his senses, and the pervasive smell of blood made his stomach churn.

Finally, Liu Xingchen couldn't hold back any longer, bent over, and vomited with a "whoosh".

After vomiting up all the leftover food and only dry heaving remained, Liu Xingchen used his divine sword to support himself and straightened up.

He couldn't take it anymore and needed to leave this place immediately.

However, before leaving, he had to suppress his nausea and do one more thing: touch the corpse.

When he first arrived in this unfamiliar place, he was penniless. Even if he left the mountains and forests and went to a human settlement, he would find it difficult to move an inch without money.

We must find some valuables on these corpses.

But when he was about to take action, he found the corpses too gruesome and couldn't bring himself to do it.

The dozen or so men in black who had been sliced ​​in two by the divine sword suffered the worst; their intestines spilled out onto the ground. Liu Xingchen didn't even dare to get close, let alone touch their corpses.

The men in white were in slightly better shape, but they were mostly stabbed multiple times or decapitated, their clothes stained red with blood.

Liu Xingchen tried for a long time, but in the end he still didn't have the courage to put his hand into the blood-stained clothes to feel around.

After searching around, he finally found the body of a man in black in a relatively remote area. There wasn't much blood loss, so it was acceptable.

He searched the corpse and found a shrunken money bag containing fourteen copper coins.

There was another thing he didn't recognize. After studying it for a long time, he suddenly realized that it was a flint that would produce sparks when struck together.

This era seems quite backward; I wonder which dynasty it belongs to.

Liu Xingchen checked his belongings again.

Because they were in costume and acting, they didn't bring their phones or anything like that; they came empty-handed, with only the money bag and flint they had just found.

Oh, and the most important thing too, that dark, divine sword.

Liu Xingchen returned to the cliff face, found the scabbard of the divine sword, sheathed it, and carried it on his back, immediately feeling a great sense of security.

This divine sword must be cherished and not used lightly. So he picked up two more swords on the battlefield, hung them on his waist with one on each side, and left the place.

If he met someone, it means he was on the right track and that he was not far from a populated area.

Thinking of this, Liu Xingchen felt much better, and the road beneath his feet seemed lighter. Even the breeze seemed to smile as it gently swept by, causing the leaves to rustle as if applauding and cheering him on.

After another hour of trekking, the edge of the forest was still far out of reach.

Liu Xingchen's physical strength was nearing its limit.

His stomach was completely empty. The previous vomiting and the long walk had left him so hungry that his chest felt like it was glued to his back, and his legs felt like they were made of lead, making every step extremely difficult.

When he was starving, a patch of bright red in the distance caught his eye. He ran over and saw that the trees were covered with bright red fruit.

Liu Xingchen was overjoyed and grabbed the tree trunk, ready to climb up.

However, for a modern otaku, climbing a tree is still a bit of a challenge.

The tree was so tall and big that he tried his best but couldn't climb it.

Are we just supposed to starve to death while watching the trees laden with fruit that we can't eat?

Liu Xingchen sat under the tree, gazing at the fruit that was so close yet so far away, and fell into despair.

The spirit within him, witnessing this scene, felt even more desperate than he did.

I thought it was bad enough to have to accept a mortal as my master, but I never imagined it could be even worse.

The master is a mortal who lacks even the ability to survive. He can starve to death even with fruit right in front of him. Who could be more miserable than him with such a master?

The ghost sighed; in order to survive, he had no choice but to take action.