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Chapter 907: The Demiurge-Flawed Ten

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Are you all sick? How many times do we have to tell you that we are not these Raiders that you speak of! We’re not the Black and White Ruthless Duo!”

The yellow-gowned man was livid with rage.

“Do you not have eyes? I’m wearing a yellow robe! Does it even come close to being black? Don’t think that we don’t know what you idiots are thinking? You’re obviously intending to rob us, yet you try to accuse us of being the bandits! You wicked monster! Your greed is overwhelmingly blatant!”

There was a flash of complex emotions across the leader’s eyes of the Steel Castle group, but he hollered with determination, “You two are the Raiders of All But God! You are the Black and White Ruthless Duo! Do you think that we don’t recognize you just because you’ve changed your clothes? There is no doubt about this! Kneel down quickly and we shall end you easily later! Should you dare be stubborn and try to resist, you shall suffer!”

The man clad in yellow took in a deep breath, his gaze growing increasingly sharp. Finally, his entire being felt like a long saber that stood overlooking the heaven and earth. His clean right hand drifted slowly to touch his saber’s grip. He uttered with reluctance, “Brother Ren, it looks like this battle is bound to happen. We can’t avoid it.”

The man wearing white, who had been addressed as Brother Ren, looked cold and distant. He replied, “Brother Lan, I’ve told you earlier that these people are ill-intentioned since the beginning. Their goal of stopping us here isn’t to catch the Raiders of All But God, they’re here to rob us! You didn’t believe it, you insisted on reasoning with them. If we had just fought as I wished, and killed them all, the effort required would have been far less!”

He glanced around slightly and said, “Their eyes have been trained on the Yin Yang Jade you wear on your waist. I told you to keep it covered, but you never listen. Are you scared now?”

The man called Brother Lan smiled as he wielded his blade.

“Scared? Not yet! How can a man be cowardly and behave like a mouse given only one life in this world? I refuse to change my ways just for a group of vermin. Even if it’s more dangerous this way, I, Lan Ruojun, am not bothered by it.”

The one called Brother Ren grinned and said, “If so, I, Ren Qingkuang, shall clear this battle alongside Brother Ren. Let us kill them all.”

The Steel Castle men facing them shouted, “Recalcitrant resistance - let’s go, everyone! Kill the Raiders of All But God! Kill the Black and White Ruthless Duo!”

Thirty to forty people charged into the fray with whoops and hollering.

The sword energy and saber light soared in a split second, the murderous atmosphere lighting up the area all around.

As both parties began battling, Lan Ruojun’s saber began to glow! Wherever his saber light passed, blood spurted in copious amounts. Two heads had flown, rolling alongside the dazzling saber light.

Lan Ruojun’s saber light was like the snow while his fluttering yellow gown resembled a supple yellow chrysanthemum blossoming in the air. The color bloomed here and there; each time it opened out, at least two heads fell from their necks without exception.

Beside him, shards of light flowed freely. The cold flashes and glints did not lack in damaging power compared to the saber light. Each time there was a flicker, a person was stabbed right in the throat; blood would spurt in a thin stream, but it would achieve a distance dozens of feet away, like a spraying fountain.

As the scintillating light blinked more frequently, those who were stabbed in their throats increased as well. The intervening streams of blood in the air multiplied, growing denser.

The exceptional swordsmanship was truly intimidating, as it could make the wounds bleed in spurts despite already killing the victims!

Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang sprinted and dashed in the seemingly large net weaved by fresh blood to kill to their heart’s content, without any mercy. They flowed gracefully, moving in their unique rhythm, their respective yellow and white gowns pristine and clean.

It was awe-inspiring to see that they were not at all stained by even a single droplet of blood despite being in such a gory and brutal battle. The battle proceeded with the minority triumphing over the majority. Although the Steel Castle had more people, the yellow and white pair was fully taking the upper hand as their victory became one that resembled a landslide.

It had only been a moment but the thirty to forty Steel Castle men were left with only seven or eight people now, resisting in vain. Their loss was inevitable.

Yun Yang who was watching the fight from a hidden corner said, “These two men are quite interesting. They’re skilled.”

Shi Wuchen sighed and replied, “The Steel Castle men are seeking death… Didn’t we only rob a few carts of Ice Silk from them? Why are they so adamant about it and why would they get themselves tangled with these two killing gods?”

“Are these two men famous?” asked Yun Yang.

“Not only are they famous, but they’re also like me, belonging to the notable few of this younger generation. There were ten of them who shared this title back then… I wonder how many of them are left now.”

Yun Yang looked at Shi Wuchen with an amused glance and poked fun at him.

“How can you say that you’re one of the notable few of the younger generation with such a straight face? Why are you dragging them into this? I know that your cultivation base is proficient and you’re exceptionally gifted. No need to toot your own horn, you’re going over the line now!”

Shi Wuchen flushed and was momentarily stunned before he replied dejectedly, “I’m afraid I’m no longer considered as a peer to these two men. I’ve rested for three years due to the severe injury I suffered before. My cultivation base is probably far lacking compared to theirs.”

Yun Yang pursued the topic with interest, asking, “Tell me who the ten people are. Cultivation base and whatnot are only temporal judgments, they’re not finite.”

Reminiscence played in Shi Wuchen’s gaze as he mumbled, “The ten of us who share the title back then were all young prodigies who ascended to the Saint level before they turned thirty years old. The martial world had even made up rhymes to sing praises of us.”

“Of course, the reason the ten of us stood shoulder to shoulder is mainly due to the fact that everyone was no longer assisted by the Celestial Luck Banner. Some were either rogue cultivating prodigies who didn’t belong to sects that possess the Celestial Luck Banner, some were eliminated disciples who were chased out of their schools. There were even two lost disciples whose sects were entirely wiped out … Therefore, we were called the Demiurge-Flawed Ten.”

“Demiurge-Flawed Ten?” asked Yun Yang with a frown, “Are you all handicapped?”

“No, actually,” Shi Wuchen answered distantly, “The reason they call us this is to point out that while we’re geniuses and gifted, we aren’t disciples supported by the Celestial Luck Banner. Even if we’re prodigies, it’s destined that we can’t make it too far. The young unfortunate death of a prodigy is usually called flawed by the demiurge, heaven’s envy. That’s how the name Demiurge-Flawed Ten came about.”

During their conversation, the Steel Castle men had been killed, with no survivors to speak of. Before the leader died, he suddenly yelled out, “Remember your promise!”

Blood spurted as he succumbed to death.

In spite of this, Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang did not leave. They stood wielding their weapons and scanned the vicinity cautiously.

Lan Ruojun, who was clad in yellow, spoke up faintly, “May I ask who’s there? Why hide if you’ve been here long ago?”

Shi Wuchen was shocked and just as he was about to greet the pair, Yun Yang held him back.

“It’s not us whom the two men found.”

There was a sense of grimness in Yun Yang’s gaze.