Even before the Heart Demon spoke, Demon Sword had already sensed that something was wrong. The Green Steel Sword in his hand was no divine weapon, but it had been tempered and honed by the Sword Tower's sword qi day after day, year after year. Calling it capable of cutting through anything would not have been an exaggeration. Yet now it was mottled with rust. Something had indeed changed.
With a twist of his wrist, he forcefully pulled out the rusted sword. Before Demon Sword could strike again, he felt a fierce and oppressive force erupt from Xiang Yang. It lacked the sharp tyranny of saber qi, yet it was as boundless as heaven and earth, irresistible in its might.
Demon Sword unleashed protective sword qi around himself. When it collided with that force, however, it proved utterly useless. Instead, he was driven back dozens of yards by the violent energy, finally landing before Earth Demon Lord and the other two, his expression grave.
The four members of the Demonic Sect stood one ahead and three behind. Their thoughts differed, yet their faces bore the same expression. Though their auras were linked together to oppose Xiang Yang, they were like a tiny boat upon the sea, rising and falling beneath an unmatched presence, liable to capsize at any moment.
"Xiang Yang has already used our pressure to break through. Once the True Qi Divine Treasury is opened, the three gates will connect. From then on, he will shed his mortal frame and exchange his bones. In this vast world, only two people will be worthy of being his opponents. It seems we will all die here today."
Seeing this, Demon Sword felt bitterness and grief well up in his heart. How could he not know what had happened to Xiang