The Demon Sword's Terrifying Might

"This Demon Sword is an Evil Emperor Relic Weapon. Many years ago, a predecessor of my Sword Emperor Sect came across it by chance and brought it back to the sect," Li Jiuzhou said, looking at the crowd.

"Over the years, countless members of my Sword Emperor Sect have tried to master this Demon Sword, but without exception, they all failed. The demonic will contained within it is tremendously powerful, and the sword has a spirit of its own. Even a Human Emperor cannot forcibly control it."

Everyone was secretly shocked. Even a Human Emperor Realm expert couldn't forcibly master this Demon Sword?

"And now, the Evil Emperor Inheritance has appeared. Thus, I believe it is time for this Demon Sword to see the light of day as well. Since no one in my Sword Emperor Sect can subdue it, we have no affinity with the sword, so we may as well bring it out. If anyone can make it acknowledge them as its master, they may take it away."

The moment Li Jiuzhou said this, an uproar swept through the crowd.

That was the demonic weapon left behind by the Evil Emperor Xuantian, a supreme treasure rarely seen in the world. Yet Li Jiuzhou was willing to bring it out and declare that whoever could make it acknowledge them as its master could take it away.

As expected of a Sword Emperor, his breadth of mind was beyond the reach of ordinary people. And what a grand gesture it was.

In an instant, everyone's gazes turned heated. They weren't worried that the Sword Emperor Sect would go back on its word once the Demon Sword acknowledged a master. A Human Emperor's word was law. With Li Jiuzhou's promise, they could take it away openly and without misgivings.

Ning Xuanyuan stared at the Demon Sword. It was an Evil Emperor Relic Weapon; he would have been lying if he said he wasn't tempted. But Li Jiuzhou had said that over the years, countless top figures of the Sword Emperor Sect had tried to subdue it, only to fail. One could well imagine how difficult it was.

If he couldn't make the Demon Sword acknowledge him as its master, how could he even speak of taking it away?

"Everyone, if any of you are interested, you may go and try," Li Jiuzhou said, smiling at the crowd. "This time, obtaining the Evil Emperor Relic Weapon has nothing to do with luck."

The crowd fell silent for the moment. In fact, according to Li Jiuzhou, there were no restrictions at all. Everyone present could try, including the disciples around the square and the others who had accompanied the various prodigies.

But everyone knew that only the most outstanding among them, such as Ning Xuanyuan, Yun Lou, and Su Mo, were truly qualified. The rest simply lacked the strength.

"Su Ting," Su Mo said in a deep voice, staring at the Demon Sword below. "You go and try first."

Though the two brothers did not cultivate the sword path, the Evil Emperor Relic Weapon was a supreme treasure. Why give it up? If they could truly make the Demon Sword acknowledge a master, the trip would not have been in vain.

"All right." Su Ting took a deep breath, then stepped out and landed in the square.

At once, everyone's eyes fell on Su Ting. This young expert, whose fame was on the rise and who was known as the Innate Thunder Venerable, possessed extraordinary talent and was a truly deserving pride of Heaven's Gate Palace.

Yet the journey to the Thousand Mysteries Secret Realm had damaged his reputation. Faced with Ning Xuanyuan, he had abandoned the fight outright. Su Mo's decision to send him out first was perhaps also meant to help restore his reputation.

But in any case, Su Ting was still an exceptionally outstanding figure.

Could he make the Demon Sword acknowledge him as its master?

In the square, brilliant lightning radiance burst forth from Su Ting's body. Heaven and Earth Realm rumbled as the Thunder Rule merged with him. The lightning that lit up the sky was dazzling and resplendent. He stepped straight into the Demon Sword Domain and walked toward it.

In an instant, strands of terrifying demonic will flowed from the Demon Sword and descended to suppress Su Ting. At that moment, Su Ting felt a dreadful demonic might envelop him, and a peerless demonic god appeared in his mind. Countless demonic figures emerged, throwing his mind into disorder and shaking his spirit.

In his eyes, everything around him had vanished, as though he had been placed in a terrifying demonic realm.

Even the figure of the peerless demonic god before him stepped forward, intent on suppressing him for ten thousand ages.

Crack! Su Ting clenched his fists. Deafening thunder from the great path erupted around him as he continued forward. The demonic god in his eyes transformed into a boundlessly vast Demon Sword and came crashing down at him.

Su Ting's entire body blazed with lightning as he threw a punch. But a peerless demonic might surged toward him, and the violent demonic will was simply impossible to withstand. Savage power erupted in an instant, blasting Su Ting away. He spat out a spray of blood and fell into the dust.

"He failed!"

Everyone's eyes flickered. Powerful as Su Ting was, he had held out for only a brief moment. He hadn't even reached the Demon Sword before he was blasted away.

The Demon Sword's might was simply terrifying!

Su Ting stood up, blood at the corner of his mouth. His face was ashen, his expression grim. He looked ahead. The Demon Sword was still embedded at an angle in the ground; what he had seen before seemed like a dream.

He shook his head and returned to his seat. His figure looked somewhat dispirited, his former vigor gone.

Su Mo frowned, a trace of disappointment appearing in his eyes. But after glancing at Su Ting, he held back the words he had wanted to say.

Rising to his feet, Su Mo walked straight toward the square below. Before he had even landed, he had stepped into the Demon Sword Domain.

The intent of the great path of thunder roared out from Su Mo's body, his bearing several times more powerful than Su Ting's.

Su Ting had entered the Heavenly Thunder Pool to temper his body and comprehend Thunder True Meaning and the rules of the great path. Together with his cultivation at the Late Life Palace Realm, there was naturally no aspect in which Su Ting could compare with him.

Violent lightning radiance swept out, tearing madly at the power of the demonic will bearing down on him. He stepped forward, approaching the Demon Sword one pace at a time, until he finally reached the sword standing in the ground.

Everyone held their breath and watched Su Mo intently.

Whether or not he could make the Demon Sword acknowledge him as its master, the mere fact that he had reached it was already extraordinary.

Lightning flashed in Su Mo's eyes. He reached out and gripped the Demon Sword. In an instant, a sword's howl, like the sound of a demon, suddenly rang through the skies. Like the roar of a heavenly demon, it shook the heavens.

A terrible lightning storm swirled around Su Mo, its radiance blotting out the sky. His hand gripped the blade of the Demon Sword tightly as he tried to pull it free.

But an even more savage demonic presence swept forth. Countless sword beams shot out wildly, demonic light flaring as it obliterated the heavens.

At that moment, Su Mo felt that his very spirit and will were about to be crushed by the boundless demonic might. Even the lightning radiance on his body was suppressed. Unwilling to accept it, he still refused to let go.

Finally, with a muffled thud, Su Mo staggered backward, retreating all the way out of the Demon Sword Domain. His feet scraped across the ground for some distance before he came to a stop.

Su Mo had failed as well, but he was clearly far stronger than Su Ting.

"Hmph!"

His face ashen, Su Mo gave a cold snort. His figure flickered as he returned to his seat.