How Many of My Swords Can You Block?

Buddhist Son Wuxin? Who cared whether he was some Buddhist son or demon brat!

Daring to openly wield magic power and Divine Abilities within the city, even intending harm against the Eldest Princess—whether a high official of the Human Race or a powerful figure of the Demon Race, none could be lightly spared under Su Bai's current code of conduct.

So long as it did not interfere with his ultimate goal of ascending to the Spirit Realm, the image Su Bai had crafted for himself within the Demon Suppression Division was that of an upright and unyielding "blade of the imperial court," one that slew demons and exterminated evil without fearing the powerful.

The more hardline his conduct, the more he appeared to "hate evil as though it were his mortal enemy," the more thoroughly he could conceal his true intentions and identity.

Who would suspect a pure military officer who took no part in the struggles of political factions and seemed only to bury himself in handling cases, slaying demons, and exterminating evil?

Such an identity was the best camouflage for him to lurk in the Blue Origin Realm, steadily gather resources, and increase his strength.

Thus, almost the instant Po Jun's words, laden with wariness and an attempt at mediation, fell—

Clang!

Su Bai raised his right hand. Spiritual light flashed in his palm, and a long sword, entirely black and ancient in design yet radiating a chilling Killing Intent, was already in his grasp.

Black mist seemed to coil around the blade, while vicious Yazi patterns were carved upon its guard. Merely holding it caused a cold killing intent to spread, as though lowering the temperature around them by several degrees.

This sword was called the Godslayer Sword, a high-grade Houtian Spirit Treasure. It had been personally