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The pitch-black sword domain of Sunless and Dark was like shattering glass, breaking apart inch by inch under the savage suppressive force of Boundless Demon Suppression.
Shattered fragments of light and shadow scattered in all directions, illuminating Shan Wei's slightly panting face as he neared exhaustion.
He split his mouth in his signature mischievous grin. Though the web between his thumb and forefinger had been numbed by the shock, his voice remained arrogant. "Nice move! You almost tricked me again!"
"But Fifth Child, this time I'm definitely going to beat you until you obediently call me big brother!"
Chen Mu's figure staggered half a step from the impact. The Seven Kill Sword hummed and trembled, but he forcefully suppressed it.
He spat a mouthful of nonexistent bloody foam onto the ground, his gaze as sharp as ever. "Bah! With just you, Little Broken Mountain Suppression Demon? In your next life, if you're born lucky, maybe you'll have a chance. In this life, obediently call me Brother Mu!"
The shadows of the vines swayed and coiled around them. In the tense atmosphere, there was a stubborn, simple-minded grit that outsiders could hardly understand.
These two had been born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, yet neither was willing to be the first to reveal the exact hour of his birth.
And so, from their first meeting at the Soul Sacrifice Grand Clan Tournament all those years ago, "settling seniority by the sword" had become the way this pair of rivals resolved the issue of what to call each other.
Chen Mu's Seven Kill Sword slanted upward, the tip trembling slightly like a snake's tongue as it pointed straight at the center of Shan Wei's brow.