NOVPUBLan Chen’s demon art was of the offensive type; previously, when facing Lu Ya and the other two Innate Martial Artists, a wave of his folding fan would force them back and injure them. And now, Lan Chen was unleashing his demon art with full force without reservation, which was truly terrifying.
Demon winds swept through, slicing the ground with countless fierce cracks; rocks were pulverized as if they had been strangled. If it were a body of flesh and blood, facing this overwhelming demon wind, the only outcome would be to be torn to shreds!
But facing this overwhelming demon wind, Su Changkong’s expression did not change in the slightest. With the Iron-Cutting Sword in hand, he delivered a Splitting Cut that was a force in itself, causing the forces of heaven and earth to move with it—wind force, fire force, all at his command!
"Hiss!"
The demon wind sweeping toward him seemed to be pulled away by this single cut, naturally avoiding and blowing past Su Changkong.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
The demon wind swept through, pulverizing any protruding rocks and boulders within a radius of more than ten yards around Su Changkong.
"How... is this possible?" Lan Chen’s eyelids twitched. As the demon wind dissipated, Su Changkong stood in place, holding his sword. The ground around him was ground to dust, yet the area of one meter around where he stood was completely undamaged!
Blade Force is about going with the flow.
When Su Changkong reached the realm of Blade Intent, Blade Force was compressed into his body. He himself became a force; his casual cut was an unstoppable force. Lan Chen’s demon art was strong, but it hadn’t reached the extent of moving against the force. With a single cut, Su Changkong could break it!
"No... not good!"
Lan Chen’s eyelids twitched; in the next second, Su Changkong’s figure dragged a shadow behind him, becoming one with the sword. As he delivered the cut, he instantly appeared in front of Lan Chen, bringing the sword down in a Splitting Cut.
Irresistible, inevitable! This cut united Essence Qi Spirit, leaving Lan Chen with no way to respond, only to watch helplessly as the sword fell, ready for slaughter.
"Puchi!"
Amid the sound of tearing, Lan Chen’s eyes were filled with terror. A line of blood appeared on the top of his head, and his body split open on both sides, with blood and viscera spilling out, the pungent smell of blood pervading the air.
"The Monster Man... is dead? A Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon... could it be that he is holding a Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon in his hand?"
Nangong Ming exclaimed in shock at the scene before him.
As if destroying rotten wood! In just a few breaths, two capable Monster Warriors lay dead, their bodies tougher than steel as fragile as paper, and their feared Immortal Bodies proved utterly useless!
This left Nangong Ming with eyes wide open; could it be that Su Changkong had crafted a Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon before him? A real Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon!
"But this sword... is far too plain."
Lu Ya, Nangong Ming, and others were puzzled upon seeing the blood-dripping Iron-Cutting Sword in Su Changkong’s hand.
A Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon, forged with Monster Crystal Cores combined with top-grade metals and infused with the forces of Heaven and Earth Nature, should have an extraordinary appearance at first glance.
Yet, the ’Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon’ in Su Changkong’s hand was of a dark silver color, and although the material was exceptional, it lacked the visible divinity of a real Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon!
Effortlessly slaughtering two Monster Warriors, Su Changkong’s calm eyes turned towards the woman in purple. "Your turn."
These three Monster Warriors had considerable strength within the Innate Realm, not much weaker than the previously encountered Zhong Yue. Yet in front of Su Changkong, who had ascended to Innate and condensed Blade Intent, and considering that their Immortal Bodies were useless against him, killing them really posed no difficulty.
"Young… hero, this woman was coerced by them. I am willing to serve you like an ox or a horse, I beg you, please spare this woman’s life!"
Her two companions had lost their lives under Su Changkong’s blade without any power to resist, which terrified Zi Mei immensely. She swallowed hard, her face full of pleading, speaking gently and pitifully.
"Soul Strike!"
But suddenly, a hint of malice appeared on Zi Mei’s lovely face, her eyes radiating a strange purple light, as an invisible force aimed straight for Su Changkong’s brain!
Among the three Monster Warriors, the most terrifying was actually this harmless-looking Zi Mei. Her mastered Demon Art was the most insidious, able to transform her spirit into a spikelike attack, directly targeting the enemy’s mind and soul.
Even the mentally strong and resolute Nangong Ming had previously been intimidated by Zi Mei’s Demon Art, subsequently getting severely injured with ease. An ordinary Martial Artist facing Zi Mei’s Demon Art would suffer brain death on the spot.
An invisible force aimed straight for Su Changkong’s brain, intent on destroying his spirit and consciousness.
"Ah!"
However, at that moment, Zi Mei let out a piercing scream. She felt that her spirit, upon touching Su Changkong, encountered an illusory yet real broadsword within his Sea of Consciousness, which unleashed an edge sharp enough to sever everything, instantly annihilating her invasive spirit!
"Ah, ah, ah!"
Zi Mei cried out in agony, clutching her head, her expression distorted with pain. She felt as if her brain were being violently stirred by a sharp blade, blood dripping from her eyes, nose, and mouth, making her wish she could crush her head to pieces.
Zi Mei’s Demon Art was indeed extraordinary, capable of attacking an enemy’s mind and thoughts. However, having broken through to the tenth realm of Blade Technique, Su Changkong’s Blade Gang and Blade Qi fused into his Sea of Consciousness, metamorphosed into Blade Intent, and presided over his Sea of Consciousness.
Zi Mei daring to touch it with her spirit was akin to throwing herself onto his blade!
Seeing Zi Mei’s face, once beautiful, now filled with pain and twisted by her shrill cries, Su Changkong sighed, feeling an overwhelming sense of pity. "I shall release you from your suffering."
"Pfft!"
Swinging the Iron-Cutting Sword in his hand, a fine head detached from the neck, blood spurting up to two meters high from the stump. Zi Mei’s body slumped to the ground, her screams abruptly silenced.
The three formidable Monster Warriors, nearly within the span of a few dozen breaths’ time, had lost their lives to Su Changkong’s blade.
To Su Changkong today, such Monster Demons or Monster Warriors, weaker than him, were as fragile as cutting vegetables when faced with his mastered Blade Intent; the troublesome Immortal Body posed no challenge whatsoever!
"They... are dead? All killed by Su Tailai?"
Nangong Ming, Lu Ya, and the others were somewhat dazedly staring at the scene before them.
The three vicious and arrogant Monster Warriors, who had appeared at Divine Weapon Villa to seize the Demon-Slicing Divine Weapon, had easily defeated even the strongest Nangong Ming.
Yet, there was Su Tailai, who had always been working on forging weapons in peace at Divine Weapon Villa, so low-key, killing these three Monster Warriors as effortlessly as if he were squashing three ants – all falling to his blade in just a few strokes!
