New Mission

When Xiang Yang exhausted the final form of the Slaughtering Demon Blade, a misty aura rose above his head. With every breath, it was as though blade glints hissed and sliced through the void. Within and without, he gradually became one, every saber technique and saber principle he had learned flowing through his heart.

At this moment, he was a blade—crystal-clear throughout, tempered through a thousand hammerings. His blade heart was pure and translucent. Only a swordsman with such a blade heart was worthy of matching a peerless divine weapon that had concealed its edge for three hundred years.

A snow-white ribbon of blade light suddenly flashed. The dark clouds above scattered, and a long line fell from the sky—or rather, descended with the momentum of the heavens.

With a crack, the tip of the long blade pierced the ground, stopping after sinking one inch deep. The blade trembled, and its cry swept through the valley. Within the dead forest, every withered tree was severed by an invisible blade qi and toppled over.

Que Xie's true form was identical to the long blade manifested by its blade spirit. It was three feet seven inches long, with a snowy-white blade, a narrow back of pale gold, a guard like a pair of wings poised to take flight, and a deep-blue jade-like hilt. It was seamless as one—truly a divine blade.

Yearning filled Xiang Yang's heart. He stepped forward and drew the blade. Surging Killing Intent, wrapped around spiritual qi, poured into his body, only to be repelled by his vast and boundless true qi. It also seemed as though a strange will had invaded his mind.

The demonic intent was icy and solemn, its evil nature incomparably fierce. Just as when his Demonic Nature had gone Out of Control, the brutality