With the Xuanyuan Sword's sharpness and Yuwen Tuo's own strength, he quickly broke through the Demon Lord's demonic arts and charged at him with sword in hand.
Before fighting the Demon Lord, Yuwen Tuo had thought he would be powerful. But after exchanging blows with him, Yuwen Tuo discovered that the Demon Lord, ruler of the Demon Realm, was not nearly as strong as he had imagined.
Weak.
Far too weak.
He had expected a fierce battle, yet the Xuanyuan Sword alone was enough to suppress the Demon Lord. Yuwen Tuo had not even needed to use the other divine artifacts.
Yuwen Tuo had no doubt that even without the Xuanyuan Sword, he might still be able to suppress the Demon Lord with his own strength.
With that thought in mind,
Yuwen Tuo put away the Xuanyuan Sword and fought the Demon Lord using only his own power.
Seeing that Yuwen Tuo had put away even the Xuanyuan Sword before fighting him, the Demon Lord was furious. As the Demon Lord, when had he ever been looked down upon like this? He had seen countless Earth Sovereigns, but this one before him was undoubtedly the most arrogant—and also the strongest.
Strong as hell.
No matter how furious the Demon Lord was, it was useless. His opponent truly was powerful, and he truly had the right to be arrogant.
As
the battle reached its climax, the Demon Lord from the Demon Realm was covered in wounds beneath Yuwen Tuo's attacks, long since stripped of the bearing a Demon Lord should possess.
At this moment, the Demon Lord looked as miserable as could be. Where was the dignity expected of the Demon Lord, ruler of the Demon Realm?
His hair hung loose and disheveled.
He no longer possessed a Demon Lord's regal