Zhu Jianhao spoke indifferently, "Demons are naturally good demons, but an upright demon ape like you can hardly be called a good ape."
He had quite striking features, with a layer of silver light wreathing his body—a divine ring woven of Dao rhythms and sword light, making him appear truly extraordinary.
Qin Ming opened his Eye of the Newborn, peering through the creature's true form to discern its essence. A silver mutant porcupine was actually putting on airs before him.
Tong spoke up, "Why waste words on him? Sever his head. He looks brimming with spirituality and ought to contain 'immortal blood'—a fine tonic."
Whenever the demon race and humanity laid eyes on seed-tier figures, both regarded each other as targets for harvesting medicine.
Having assumed human form, Tong appeared as a callous youth. The pair of bronze wings at his back gleamed with a frigid sheen, his entire being exuding razor-sharp edges as sword qi vented from every pore.
An ordinary person merely looking at him would feel a piercing ache in their eyes; he was thoroughly glaring, his sword intent terrifying from head to toe.
Qin Ming remarked, "Give you an inch and you take a mile. A pig and a bird actually managing to become sword immortals? Let me see what makes you two so-called 'pig-birds' so extraordinary."
Neither demon sword immortal showed the slightest ripple of emotion. Clearly, their confidence ran deep, rooted primarily in their genuine strength—they had previously slain super-species tainted with dragon and phoenix lineages.
Perhaps this was what was meant by attaining true mastery and possessing innate divine splendor; both demons possessed immense backing.
"You are an upright demon ape with quite some personality. I truly want to keep one as a pet," Zhu Jianhao said.
Qin Ming glanced to his left and right. Having entered this battlefield, this was his first brief exchange with the demon race. Were these divergent creatures truly all so full of themselves?
He found it utterly absurd. Each and every one on the opposing side had turned the world upside down, daring to fantasize about keeping human prodigies as tame beasts. Where did such overweening confidence come from?
Tong remarked coldly, "Rebellion is born into their bones; they are unfit to keep by one's side. Years ago, I kept an upright demon ape as a sword attendant. He accompanied me in sword practice for ten years, yet in the end he still rebelled. However, his meat is something I deeply miss. Sword intent permeated his entire body, so his flesh was remarkably firm and delightfully chewy."
Zhu Jianhao nodded and said, "Is that so? Then in a moment, I must savor his flav—"
Qin Ming cut them off. "Drop the bravado in front of me. You two truly don't know how the word 'death' is written!"
*Clang!* Zhu Jianhao unsheathed a silver longsword. "Among the tens of millions of cultivators in the world, demon sword immortals alone claim two-tenths of all Dao rhythm. Ape-demon youth, step forward and accept your death!"
Tong cautioned him, "Be careful not to capsize in an unremarkable gutter. If you end up wounded by this wild ape, it will be a disgrace."
Qin Ming said in a deep voice, "I really gave you too much face, didn't I? Did you truly think a pig and a bird slapped together made you a Vermilion Bird? Crawl over here and die."
Ignoring him, Zhu Jianhao turned his head toward Wei Jian and asked, "How many moves could you withstand from him?"
"Thirty moves at the limit," Wei Jian replied.
He lagged several paces behind. Aside from showing deference to the two demon sword immortals, he stood prepared at any moment to sunder the night mist with his sword and flee into the distance.
If things went awry, he would turn tail and leave without hesitation.
Zhu Jianhao nodded. "Then he is decent enough. I shall use him to hone my sword first."
Were he to battle Wei Jian, he would not even need twenty moves.
Even so, he still cast a glance at Tong, signaling for him to hold the formation. If any unexpected turn arose, Tong would step in at once, and the two would join forces to slaughter this upright demon ape youth.
Over the years, the pair had developed flawless coordination; a single glance was all it took. Wherever their sword edges swept, carnage followed and bones piled high—they had slain a great many formidable beings.
Zhu Jianhao strode forward, sword qi billowing from his body in wisps and streams that illuminated the night sky in brilliant clarity.
His footfalls carried a distinct cadence, an invisible sword intent already beginning to unfurl.
Qin Ming gave him no time to build momentum. Gliding across the air, he had long found this demon an eyesore, and stomped his foot directly toward the creature's face.
"A Single Sword Clears the Boundless Sea!" Zhu Jianhao burst with sword light, his bearing solemn and austere, carrying the aura of an apex human swordsman. His robes fluttered as his silver longsword pointed diagonally toward the sky, aimed right at Qin Ming.
In a flash, surging silver waves manifested, rushing into midair accompanied by boundless sword qi.
*Rumble!*
As the sword light pierced the air, it produced a sound like a surging tsunami, shaking the surroundings with immense grandeur.
Beneath Qin Ming's feet, five-colored divine light coiled. With Five Elements heavenly light as its bones and conscious spiritual light as its skin, it materialized into a Five Elements Mountain that crashed down like thunder.
The Five Elements Mountain took vivid, concrete form, warding off every wisp of sword qi before plummeting like Feixian Mountain crushing down from above, smashing straight into the demon sword immortal.
With a whoosh, Zhu Jianhao shifted laterally and then soared skyward. The snow-white blade in his grip unleashed a radiant discharge, slicing down with a fourfold sword intent that brought the four seasons—spring, summer, autumn, and winter—into simultaneous existence.
He was indeed substantially stronger than Wei Jian, his sword intent extraordinary.
The sword intent of spring: all things bursting forth in vigorous contention, endlessly renewed. The sword intent of summer: a blazing sun astride the heavens, sublimated to the absolute peak. The sword intent of autumn: boundless falling leaves rustling down, sweeping across the horizon in desolate ruin that left one's spirit flagging and dispirited. The sword intent of winter: fluttering snow blanketing the firmament, sealing the void to bind Qin Ming's body and spirit alike.
Zhu Jianhao was indeed a formidable warrior, worthy of being faced in earnest.
Qin Ming always accorded capable opponents due respect. With a resounding clang, he drew his saber. Imbued with the Sky-Severing Saber Intent, the mutton-fat jade iron saber cleaved downward as if to sever the long heavens in two.
Zhu Jianhao's expression shifted slightly. He had intended to establish dominance from the very start, crushing his foe beneath the fourfold sword intent so that he plummeted into the dust. Never did he anticipate that all four seasonal intents would be cleaved apart by the other side.
In an instant, the profound conceptions reflected within the brilliant sword light altered violently: spring blossoms withered, the summer sun dimmed to twilight dusk, autumn winds fell into dead silence, and the frozen expanse of winter shattered.
A dazzling snowy saber light slashed into the four-season spacetime, severing the wondrous scenes within the sword light from root to branch, crushing them with unstoppable force.
Zhu Jianhao shook his wide sleeves, his body floating like a feather as he retreated at top speed.
Qin Ming gave chase across the air. Wherever the mutton-fat jade iron saber pointed, the blade light shone resplendent as a blazing sun; nothing in the world seemed beyond its severance.
Zhu Jianhao unleashed nine consecutive sword strikes. Sword light laden with Dao rhythm surged continuously, displaying the terrifying prowess of a demon sword immortal as sword qi shot skyward, setting the night ablaze with splendor.
Behind them, the human cultivators from Yezhou were struck with astonishment. The strength of this demon, who did not even hail from an illustrious pedigree, was overwhelmingly formidable.
In their eyes, even if placed among Third Realm immortal seeds or divine seeds, this demon would rank among the most formidable of figures.
As sword light and saber radiance collided, they bloomed like fireworks—gorgeous and mesmerizing, yet fraught with lethal peril. The mere scattering ripples of the aftershocks decimated a vast expanse of woodland.
Landing on the ground, Qin Ming advanced with his saber, covering twenty meters in a single stride. Overwhelmingly aggressive, he pursued the demon sword immortal with relentless chops.
Zhu Jianhao's true fury was ignited as well. Normally, it was he who aggressively executed other opponents. Yet today, someone acted with such overbearing arrogance, hacking down upon his head with the most unadorned, straightforward saber strikes—boundlessly tyrannical.
With a cold expression, he channeled his formidable sword intent to parry the incoming saber light while waiting for his opponent to draw near, retreating no longer.
"Hmm?"
Coming face to face with him to strike down the demon sword immortal, Qin Ming discovered that the opponent's sword light had suddenly erupted in a total blowout, shooting forth in vast sheets.
Moreover, as if triggered by something, it even incorporated a portion of Qin Ming's own saber light, reflecting it straight back.
In an instant, Qin Ming understood.
This demon sword immortal's true form was a porcupine. Every sharp quill on his body functioned as a sword. Whenever struck or brushed against, the quills would automatically eject, burying themselves into the foe's flesh.
Zhu Jianhao had achieved great mastery with the sword, not only capitalizing on his species' innate advantage, but also evolving a divine technique that turned an opponent's own arts back upon them.
Though a demon, his path adhered purely to orthodox immortal methods.
Now, with his racial trait fully unleashed in concert with his sword intent, layer upon layer of sword light manifested. Countless longswords flew forth, interspersed with portions of reflected saber light, thrusting toward Qin Ming from every angle.
In a split second, five-colored divine light erupted around Qin Ming's form, surging like a torrential flood before revolving rapidly about him to erect a protective spirit field.
To onlookers, of course, this appeared as pure yang consciousness splitting into the Five Elements, forming a pure land of its own that seemed completely impervious to all dharmas.
Amidst ringing metallic clangs, the demon sword immortal's offensive was dismantled, every ray of sword light ground to dust by the Five Elements divine radiance.
Not stopping there, Qin Ming pressed forward, intending to use the Five Elements spirit field to pluck the porcupine's quills and rip all those sharp blades right off his body.
Zhu Jianhao's face darkened with gravity. He began to suspect Wei Jian had been boasting earlier—could Wei Jian truly withstand thirty moves from this man?
Without a shred of hesitation, he unleashed his killing art.
Several quills upon his body were distinct from the rest. Through rigorous refinement, he had continuously compressed them until they were exceptionally short, resembling small, inconspicuous nails, yet ideally suited for surprise assassinations.
These three-inch nails were steeped in dense blood baleful aura that specialized in puncturing conscious spiritual light!
Sure enough, concealed within the torrent of sword light, the nail-like quills crept forward without a sound, piercing straight through the thick five-colored radiance.
Yet his pupils suddenly shrank.
Those compressed quills, painstakingly refined for over a decade, produced a crisp cracking sound inside the five-colored divine light before being crushed into oblivion.
In truth, that was no mere conscious spiritual light. With heavenly light as its bones, how terrifying was the force Qin Ming had cultivated through the silk book method? Even rare treasures would be shattered to pieces upon entering.
Zhu Jianhao realized the gravity of the crisis. He was facing a terrifying arch-nemesis. If such a figure fought with all his might, how could Wei Jian have possibly endured thirty moves?
With a sharp cry, he poured every ounce of strength into his trump card.
At the same time, this served as a signal to his longtime partner, Tong, warning him to act so they could combine forces and slay this foe who defied all expectations.
Instantly, the night mist above Zhu Jianhao's head blew apart. A demonic sword coalesced of sword intent manifested, accompanied by an anomalous phenomenon—as if a blurry field of meteors was swooping down alongside it.
All of this was naturally composed of sword light blended with Dao rhythm, not physical objects.
Since childhood, he had revered a legendary beast sword immortal, though that figure had long ascended to immortality and vanished.
It was said that the flying sword refined by that beast sword immortal hung perpetually above the dense cloud layer, absorbing spiritual light from beyond the mundane world to nourish the blade while remaining in sympathetic resonance with his body.
Whenever that beast sword immortal struck, the might of a single sword descended like heavenly majesty, dragging vast swarms of extraterrestrial meteors behind the falling blade. Annihilating a sprawling city or wiping out an entire region with one strike was child's play—an earth-shattering marvel.
What Zhu Jianhao displayed now was the embryonic form of that very sword intent.
The miraculous spectacle descended from the night sky. The grim flying sword proved even more terrifying than a physical blade—dazzling, intimidating, surrounded by boundless sword qi as the Dao-rhythm meteors boomed with thunderous roars.
"Not bad!" Qin Ming praised.
The roars of a dragon and a tiger echoed from within his body as a great dragon and a fierce tiger surged upward. He channeled the Dragon-Tiger Dao Scripture, bearing his terrifying heavenly light force as it boomed across the night sky.
The dragon and tiger contested for supremacy, a lethal strike laden with the forces of yin and yang that collided against the flying sword and the meteor cluster, setting off a blinding explosion of brilliance.
At that exact instant, a bone-chilling cold erupted behind Qin Ming as a razor-sharp demonic sword struck out.
The other demon sword immortal had acted, launching a lethal ambush at the critical juncture.
Tong's wings beat behind him like streaks of streaming light. The bronze longsword in his hand unleashed dozens of sword beams, thoroughly enveloping Qin Ming's back and head.
Yet Qin Ming neither turned around nor dodged. Raising his left hand with his back turned to his foe, he casually flicked his finger!
*Boom!*
The sword light rippled out like faint ripples at first, but swiftly expanded into an ocean, detonating like thunder as it swept outward with Qin Ming at its center.
"That is the ultimate art of our immortal path—the conscious sword wave!" many exclaimed in wonder from behind.
Clearly, they were deceived by that layer of "immortal skin." The true spectacle was a heavenly light sword wave merely draped in a coating of conscious spiritual light.
Tong swung his bronze demonic sword repeatedly, unleashing sword intent and falling back before finally halting the surging sword wave.
The insect-race heavenly demon seed who had previously fought Luo Jingxiao felt his head throb. The two demon sword immortals had joined forces without warning, yet were forcefully neutralized and repelled like this. Just what kind of monster was this?
He had originally thought the advantage lay with the demon race, but now he could no longer be so certain.
Turning sideways, Qin Ming cast an indifferent gaze upon the two demon sword immortals.
The youth Tong flapped the wings at his back, executing his prized extreme-speed sword. Like a bolt of lightning streaking through the night sky, he produced terrifying sonic booms as the air shattered around him, circling Qin Ming and thrusting repeatedly.
In the span of a breath, dozens upon hundreds of sword beams rained down.
Had anyone else been inundated by such dense, high-speed strikes, even if they avoided decapitation, they would be thrown into disarray and inevitably wounded, unable to evade completely.
Qin Ming stood firm as a mountain, without moving his feet in the slightest. He circulated the Geomagnetic Scripture, a method naturally aligned with his spirit field. With conscious spiritual light serving as the outer shell, lines of magnetic force seemed to materialize, enveloping him and warping the local space to detonate every incoming ray of sword light.
At this moment, Zhu Jianhao, who had charged forward to strike, halted in his tracks. His pupils contracted. The opponent had repelled over a hundred strikes of the extreme-speed sword without breaking a sweat? This was truly... terrifying!
Tong was exceedingly arrogant. In an instant, his sword intent shifted and Dao rhythms boiled as he unleashed the "transcendent sword." This technique appeared sluggish, almost painfully slow.
Yet as it drew close, it induced a spiritual trance. The so-called transcendent sword defied common sense, ultimately disregarding distance altogether to pierce straight into the heart.
*Boom!*
Qin Ming merely threw a punch. Golden radiance surged as he channeled the Vajra Scripture, materializing a precious pestle that smashed the sword intent—which seemed slow yet sought to pierce the heart—to utter pieces.
He possessed many ways to neutralize it, but chose the simplest, most brutal method: overpowering ten subtleties with sheer might, a naked display of deterrence.
The two demon sword immortals felt their hearts sink. Today, they had crossed paths with an exceptionally perilous opponent, an apex predator among immortal seeds of the same realm.
Heavenly light surged furiously within Qin Ming's body, condensing upon the mutton-fat jade iron saber in peerless brilliance. With Vajra force as its bone, he swept through the ranks.
Simultaneously, his body flickered like dreams and phantoms, manifesting and vanishing across the battlefield. Moving at blinding speed, he swung his blade in rapid succession.
In an instant, Tong and Zhu Jianhao bore boundless pressure, as if Feixian Mountain were crashing down upon them repeatedly, each saber strike bearing irresistible might.
*Pfft! Pfft!*
Unable to dodge them all, the two demons were forced to parry with their demonic swords. After taking over a dozen chops each, both were sent flying backward, blood leaking continuously from the corners of their mouths.
This was an unadorned, head-on clash of strength. Clearly, they were thoroughly outmatched.
*Rumble!*
Swept by Qin Ming's mutton-fat jade iron saber once more, both coughed up mouthfuls of blood.
Tong was forced to shoot into the night sky, lingering fear gripping his heart. After such a brief exchange, his arms were numb, and the saber qi threatened to tear into his flesh—it was nearly more than he could bear.
In the distance, Luo Jingxiao could not calm the turmoil in his heart. This Qin Ming was vastly stronger than he had ever imagined!
The young maiden transformed from the purple lightning beast opened her red mouth into an "O" shape, profoundly shaken to her core.
It was not that she was unaware of Qin Ming's prowess; after all, they had fought side by side before. But could it truly be this absurd? To battle two demon sword immortals simultaneously and still maintain such dominant, absolute superiority?
One had to realize that she had been stationed in Huai'an Town for quite some time. When the local immortal seeds and divine seeds clashed with heavenly demon seeds, which of them did not fight with every shred of strength they possessed?
Even so, several immortal seeds and divine seeds had fallen one after another. Though they had taken their opponents with them to the grave, the battles had been dreadfully tragic!
Across the Yezhou ranks, everyone's blood surged in exhilaration. With such a formidable youth present, a profound sense of security washed over them.
"Absolute kill!" Tong and Zhu Jianhao communicated via consciousness, preparing to join forces and unleash their ultimate lethal art.
"Agreed!"
The two demon sword immortals—one in the night sky and one upon the ground—tensed their bodies. Then, as if ignited, they erupted with blinding, incandescent radiance.
At this moment, faint outlines of their true forms emerged.
Instantly, ten thousand feathers shot forth, lighting the night sky in brilliant splendor.
Tong opened with a life-or-death gamble, employing a supreme art of mutual slaughter. Merciless to his foes, he was equally ruthless to himself, firing off nearly every feather on his body in a concentrated barrage toward his opponent.
Down on the ground, Zhu Jianhao made the exact same choice. The sharp quills across his entire body fired out, turning into sharp blades, stripping him completely bald in a single breath.
Above and below, sword light filled heaven and earth. This was their joint-killing ultimate art, renowned as the Inescapable Net where sword light was everywhere!
Relying on this coordinated strike, they had slain countless formidable enemies without fail. Once the void sword net was cast, their opponents were invariably eradicated.
Yet at the center of the field, Qin Ming stood firm as bedrock. Invisible ripples expanded around him as his spirit field was activated to its fullest extent.
Others lacked the requisite realm to perceive the true reality.
Had someone trained a specialized divine eye, they would have been thoroughly shocked. Even the rumored Sumeru field or Celestial Demon force field could hardly surpass this.
Qin Ming felt a substantial drain on his energy. The spirit field ripples were truly extraordinary; no matter how boundless the incoming sword light was, he stood completely unscathed in his original spot, steady as Mount Tai.
"Ah..." Tong shrieked piteously, driving his sword intent unceasingly. He had exhausted every measure, shooting forth every last plume until he was stripped bare—how could he still fail to pierce this opponent?
Zhu Jianhao roared as well, partially revealing his true form, his body flushed crimson. As his quills flew out, his flesh congested with blood; driving his sword intent to its absolute limit imposed a massive toll on him.
Yet seeing his opponent standing so calm and composed at the heart of the battlefield, gazing at them with cold detachment, he was gripped by sudden panic.
Refusing to accept defeat, the two demon sword immortals pushed their power further, desperate to kill him.
Every feather Tong had fired was translucent and dazzling, imbued with sword intent like dense, burning meteors crashing down from the world beyond.
Zhu Jianhao's blooming swords formed a veritable storm of flying blades, striking terror into the soul.
Yet both the feather sword intent and the flying blade storm were bizarrely decelerated outside Qin Ming's spirit field, grinding to a complete halt until they froze motionless in midair.
Then, amidst crisp snaps, they fractured inch by inch before being crushed into fine powder. Every plume and quill shattered into dust outside Qin Ming's body.
"Heavens, what a terrifying upright ape demon king!" In the demon ranks, an uproar of shock erupted. The demons retreated involuntarily, gasping cold night mist.
"How is this possible!" Tong and Zhu Jianhao's hairs stood on end. What manner of terrifying sight was this? Their all-out killing technique had been met head-on and forcefully shattered!
Tong plummeted to the ground, incapable of maintaining flight now that all his feathers were gone. In this state, not a trace of his transcendent grace remained.
Without looking closely, he resembled nothing more than a plucked rooster.
He reassumed human form, leaning on his sword.
Wei Jian was chilled from head to toe. These were two "formidable heavenly demon seeds" he had personally invited, renowned figures among the Third Realm demon sword immortals. Yet even united, they could not kill that youth?
He realized that great undertakings could no longer be pursued today; he had to retreat to preserve his useful life, biding his time to rise again and avenge his two demon sword immortal friends.
Though the outcome was not yet final, he had already reached his conclusion.
*Whoosh!* Executing an earth-escape technique, he sank beneath the ground to flee the area.
*Awooo!* The very next moment, he let out a shrieking wail and burst right back out.
A thick, earth-yellow blade of stone shot up from beneath the ground, nearly impaling him and thrusting him into the open.
Last time, Wei Jian had escaped using an earth-escape art. Qin Ming had kept a close eye on him today; how could he allow this prize medicine to leave the field? He had been marked long ago.
Qin Ming commanded the Five Elements sacred baleful aura; an earth dragon lurking beneath transformed into a massive earthen sword, nearly skewering Wei Jian and forcing him back to the surface.
With a flash, Qin Ming charged in person to deliver the fatal strike.
"Kill!"
The other two demon sword immortals knew that against his speed, escape was impossible. Their only path forward was to seize this chance and join the fray.
The insect-race heavenly demon seed moved as well, gritting his teeth and charging alongside them.
*Clang! Clang! Clang!*
Sparks flew in all directions. The mutton-fat jade iron saber in Qin Ming's hand unleashed dazzling blade light, slashing over a dozen times in succession. Wei Jian could not hold out at all; violently rattled, he coughed up mouthfuls of blood before his right arm was severed with a sickening squelch.
Last time, he had used a sword intent incarnation as a scapegoat, but today Qin Ming saw right through it, rendering the trick useless.
*Splurt!*
Wei Jian was cleaved vertically in two, dying with eyes wide open. He had believed that under the most extreme conditions he could endure thirty moves from Qin Ming; in the end, he had lasted only thirteen!
"Fine medicine!" Qin Ming swiftly extracted a mass of shimmering purple precious blood.
Throughout the process, his spirit field compressed to its limit, clinging almost flush to his skin as it absorbed the strikes of the other three heavenly demon seeds, warding them all off.
Once Qin Ming freed his hands, he launched his counterattack. Within moments, the insect-race heavenly demon seed was decapitated, golden insect blood spilling from its carcass.
"You..." The two demon sword immortals turned pale as ghosts. The tide had turned far too fast. They had arrived brimming with confidence, yet in how short a time had two of their companions already been slain?
Tong let out a roaring bellow and briefly took flight once more. He did not seek to flee, but rather to fight to the bitter end. Reverting to his true form, he swooped down from the heights.
He was executing the ultimate art of Breaking All Dharmas with a Single Sword!
His beak blazed with extraordinary brilliance, transforming into a sword's edge, while his body served as the blade. The most primal demon sword immortals often employed their true forms to display the invincible essence of the sword Dao.
Qin Ming took on a grave expression. This sword intent was indeed exceedingly sharp, carrying the momentum to sever all matter and break through every dharma under heaven.
However, the opponent had only comprehended a fragment of that sword intent; he was far from truly breaking all dharmas with a single sword.
Raising his jade iron saber, Qin Ming pushed his spirit and vitality to their absolute zenith and slashed outward with a resounding hiss.
*Pfft!*
Amidst a burst of blood, Tong's sword tip snapped. He screamed in agony as his beak broke off, tumbling sideways at the razor's edge of life and death to evade the fatal follow-up strike.
His mouth was filled with bloody froth, half his tongue severed.
"I'll... take you down with me!" he slurred, charging forward once more.
Simultaneously, Zhu Jianhao launched his own assault.
They came fast, but were repelled even faster, both blasted back by the mutton-fat jade iron saber, their bodies riddled with dense fissures and coated in blood.
"You have reason to be proud, surviving so many of my strikes without dying. But it is time for you to be on your way!" Qin Ming said calmly.
Even on the Yezhou side, people were privately thinking in the midst of their shock: *What kind of arch-villain monologue is that?*
Tong was unyielding. Even now, he refused to concede or yield, leaping high into the sky once more. He let out a sorrowful roar, "Ultimate Sword Wheel Shines Across a Thousand Autumns!"
He was putting his life on the line. The Dao rhythms throughout his body ignited, turning into a blazing sun that swooped down toward Qin Ming, firing off endless sword light!
"Never mind shining across a thousand autumns—even if Cao Qianqiu returned to his youth and came here in person, it would be useless," Qin Ming watched him calmly.
Tong's body blazed with blinding brilliance, resembling a burning sun in truth as he unleashed a tempest of sword light, diving right before his eyes.
*Splurt!*
Qin Ming erupted with full might, sweeping his blade through the void to cleave the demon sword immortal Tong in two at the waist. A rain of blood showered down, dyeing the earth crimson!
Zhu Jianhao had closed the distance silently. With a fierce roar, he charged with a nine-toothed rake in his grip—he was actually a body cultivator as well.
All demon sword immortals were "formidable heavenly demon seeds" blessed with battle-hardened bodies.
Yet the moment Qin Ming turned his head, a single saber strike blasted the rake into scrap.
Immediately following, he drove a punch forward. A horrifying fist-sized hole pierced clean through the demon sword immortal's forehead, visible from front to back!
Chapter 332