Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality-Chapter 143 - 128: This Scholar Is a Bit Interesting

Chapter 143: Chapter 128: This Scholar Is a Bit Interesting

Atop the towering walls of the Great Wall of China.

A petite, barefoot girl in a short skirt that barely reached her knees sat leisurely on the shoulder of a giant who stood a full three zhang tall.

The girl’s delicate, petite frame formed an extremely sharp contrast with the giant’s huge, burly physique.

The girl chewed on a skewer of bright red tanghulu, her clear, almond-shaped eyes coldly scanning the area below the thousand-zhang-high wall.

The Demon Race army surged toward them like a black tide.

Her fair, delicate feet dangled in the air, swinging gently back and forth. Her posture was so leisurely, it was as if she were stirring the calm surface of a lake.

As for the giant beneath her, his muscles were corded like hard rock, and his dark skin had the sheen of forged black iron.

He gripped a massive Mountain-Cracking Axe in his hand.

In contrast to the almost indifferent calm in the girl’s eyes, the giant’s large, round eyes burned with a rage that seemed ready to erupt.

"Lord City Lord."

An old man with a white beard and hair hurried forward, bowing deeply in the direction of the giant’s shoulder with the utmost respect.

"I know already. Cut the crap."

The girl’s name was He Yeye. With a CRUNCH, she bit through the candied fruit in her mouth, then SPAT the hawthorn seed out.

Although He Yeye looked like a little girl, only 1.4 meters tall, she was actually five thousand years old—an Ascension Realm Cultivator and the City Lord of this Demon Suppression City.

"That old bastard Yue Kan finally couldn’t hold back, huh? And here I was, stuck in a staring contest with these brutes for so long."

He Yeye swallowed the last piece of candied fruit and carelessly tossed the bare bamboo skewer toward the battlefield.

"Relay my command as City Lord! Leave no one alive! Kill them all!"

"As you command, Lord City Lord!"

The old man acknowledged the command in a deep voice and immediately turned to relay the order.

"Big Guy, we’re up!" He Yeye patted the giant’s boulder-like head.

"ROOOAR!!!"

The giant let out an earth-shattering roar. He held his Giant Axe as his massive foot stomped down, shattering the hard bricks of the Great Wall of China on impact.

Then, his massive body leaped down from the thousand-zhang-high, towering city wall.

But just as the giant was about to land, the tanghulu skewer that He Yeye had carelessly tossed had already reached the battlefield ahead of him.

The seemingly unremarkable bamboo skewer, like a Flying Sword, precisely pierced the heads of one Demon Cultivator after another before embedding itself deep in the ground.

However, the other Demon Cultivators and Demon Beasts paid it no mind, continuing their frenzied charge over the not-yet-cold corpses of their kin, surging forward like a tide.

"BOOM!"

The giant crashed to the ground, forcefully carving out a massive crater.

With his long, gray hair flowing freely, he charged into the Demon Race army like a rampaging primordial beast.

On his shoulder, the girl merely tossed her waterfall of black hair back, her crimson eyes filled with contempt and disdain for the Demon Race.

Carrying his master, the giant fearlessly charged deep into the enemy ranks. Every ferocious swing of the massive Mountain-Cracking Axe in his hand brought a rain of blood and gore as severed limbs and chunks of flesh flew everywhere.

Big Guy was like a moving, towering mountain. With unmatched, brutal force, he smashed open a path paved with flesh and blood through the million-strong torrent of the Demon Race army.

"He Yeye, don’t get so arrogant!"

From deep within the army of the Demon Race’s World, a roar that was ancient yet contained a terrifying pressure boomed out.

He Yeye looked up at the sound, her gaze following the voice.

An Exotic Beast that resembled a leopard appeared, treading on the air. Its fur was crimson like flames, a sharp horn grew from its head, and it had five long tails trailing behind it. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

It was wreathed in swirling, scorching crimson clouds of flame, and the very air distorted wherever it passed.

The West Mountain Scripture states: "Two hundred and eighty li further west lies Zhang’e Mountain. It has no grass or trees but is rich in Fine Jade. Many strange things happen there. A beast dwells there that looks like a red leopard with five tails and a single horn. Its cry is like the sound of striking stone, and it is called the Zhen."

"Old bastard, I’m going to use your hide as a doormat!"

He Yeye grinned, revealing a set of small, white teeth. A three-zhang-long, pitch-black scythe had appeared in her hand at some unknown point.

She stomped her small foot on the giant’s shoulder and shot into the sky.

Her scythe tore through the sky, chopping down with a vicious force that seemed capable of ripping anything apart!

"ROAR!"

Yue Kan let out a roar, his horn meeting the descending black scythe head-on.

"BOOM!"

The two Ascension Realm Cultivators clashed head-on with no frills. A violent storm of Spiritual Power instantly erupted from the point of impact.

A terrifying shockwave swept out in all directions. Some of the weaker Demon Beasts that were too close didn’t even have time to scream before they were blasted away by the force, exploding into a mist of blood in midair.

The formless wind from the scythe’s swing passed through the Zhen’s massive phantom, continuing with undiminished force to strike the ground behind it, instantly tearing open a bottomless abyss.

Any Demon Beast so much as grazed by the edge of this sharp gale from the scythe was instantly annihilated, body and soul, leaving not even dust behind.

At the same time, the massive, heavy gates of the Great Wall of China swung open.

An army of hundreds of thousands of Human Race Cultivators, who had long been waiting in formation, charged out of the gates with a roar, like a flood bursting from a dam.

These were the well-trained regular troops of Demon Suppression City.

Most of the Cultivators in the army came from the various Major Sects of the World of Ten Thousand Laws.

With the Demon Race’s World stirring restlessly and a great war on the verge of erupting, the Human Race Alliance had recently sent a large number of Cultivators as emergency reinforcements.

Under He Yeye’s iron-fisted training, every Cultivator had been fully integrated into the army, following orders to the letter and coordinating with seamless precision.

On the city wall, Xiao Mo watched the Purgatory below—a dense, dark mass of bodies where flesh and blood flew and the light of Magic spells clashed wildly. Without a trace of hesitation in his eyes, he moved, plunging unhesitatingly into the battlefield.

With every Demon Cultivator Xiao Mo killed, the Battle Merit Token hanging at his waist would automatically absorb a wisp of their pure Blood Qi, accurately recording his achievements in battle.

「Four hours passed.」

Xiao Mo had long since lost track of time, even forgetting who he was.

All he could see were the Human Race Cultivators around him falling one by one, turning into cold corpses.

All he could do was swing the sword in his hand, killing the Demons in front of him.

The deafening sounds of slaughter, agonized screams, and explosions of Magic filled his ears, seemingly without end.

In this massive meat grinder, life seemed as cheap as dirt.

"BOOM!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering boom from high in the clouds, a petite figure fell like a shooting star, ultimately landing steadily on the giant’s broad, platform-like shoulders.

He Yeye raised a hand to wipe away a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth.

’That old bastard is in no better shape, though.’

"TWANG!"

A Profound Ice Arrow radiating a bone-chilling cold shot silently from somewhere on the chaotic battlefield, aimed straight at He Yeye.

Just as He Yeye was about to casually block it, a long, ink-black dragon suddenly roared out from the side. It opened its mouth and, with perfect precision, shattered the deadly Profound Ice Arrow with a single bite.

The ink-black dragon then circled around and swiftly returned to the side of a scholar in green robes, continuing to guard him as he charged through the surrounding Demon Beasts.

A hint of surprise in her eyes, He Yeye looked in the direction the ink-black dragon had flown.

She saw a young scholar in green robes, steadily advancing step by step.

The ink-black dragon coiled nimbly around him, forming a solid barrier.

The scholar held a longsword he seemed to have picked up from somewhere.

Every flash of his sword was guaranteed to make a Demon Cultivator or a Demon Beast explode into a mist of blood.

Likewise, Xiao Mo had also attracted the attention of the Demon Race commanders on the other side of the battlefield.

Genius Cultivators like him were always the targets of "special attention" on the battlefield.

After all, who could predict the terrifying heights a genius might reach after being tempered by the crucible of war?

In an instant, several Nascent Soul Realm Demon Cultivators lunged at Xiao Mo from different directions.

Faced with a siege by several powerful enemies of the same Realm, Xiao Mo’s face showed no sign of panic.

He wielded his longsword with steady Sword Techniques, fighting them to a standstill in a back-and-forth exchange.

He Yeye was just about to intervene and break the stalemate for him.

Just then, in the heat of battle, Xiao Mo deliberately revealed a seemingly fatal opening.

He completely ignored a longsword stabbing at his heart from the side, as if intending to trade life for life, focusing all his strength on cutting off the head of the Tiger Demon in front of him.

With a swift motion, Xiao Mo’s sword fell. The Nascent Soul Realm Tiger Demon didn’t even have time to scream before its massive head flew into the air.

However, the longsword stabbing at his heart, carrying a sharp Sword Qi, arrived at almost the same instant.

He Yeye’s heart tightened, certain that the scholar would be run through in the next second.

But in the end, the force of the Sword Qi only made him cough up blood.

The tip of the longsword had failed to actually pierce his body!

"ROAR!" The ink-black dragon, which had been waiting for an opportunity, seized the fleeting moment. Its body coiled and instantly crushed that Demon Cultivator to death.

Watching Xiao Mo, He Yeye swung her little feet as the corners of her mouth curved up.

"This scholar... he’s pretty interesting."