The scene the demons had imagined, of the demonic fist crushing the green sword, never appeared.
Instead—
With a crisp hiss—
The strange green sword pierced through the golden demonic fist with the force of rotten wood crumbling away, effortlessly splitting it down the middle and reducing it to specks of light.
As though it had pierced a block of tofu.
"How is that possible? How could a mere Grandmaster Realm cultivator break my divine fist?" Jin Chuan was stunned.
The other Heavenly Prodigy Ranks from Golden Tiger Mountain were equally astonished. They looked at one another, each seeing horror in the others' eyes.
This white-robed youth was actually this fierce.
"Jin Chuan, retreat! That sword is no ordinary weapon—do not take it head-on!" The two old monsters of the Golden Tiger clan, Jin Bao and Jin Xiu, both underwent drastic changes in expression.
The other Golden Tiger Mountain Heavenly Prodigy Ranks had only seen that sword pierce the golden demonic fist, but as Half-Emperors, Jin Bao and Jin Xiu saw far more.
A strand of profound and unfathomable law was wrapped around that sword light, so obscure that even they could not see through it.
"Impossible! There's no way I can't even withstand one sword strike from a puny Grandmaster Realm cultivator. I—" Jin Chuan was humiliated and enraged. He had just raised his arm and mobilized his Demon Essence, intending to shatter the sword light with another punch and prove his strength, when the strange green sword suddenly accelerated and pierced through his chest.
Scarlet demonic blood sprayed three meters into the air, then flowed forth in a gurgling stream like spring water.
"This... the sword can change speed too? I actually... lost to a Grandmaster..." Jin Chuan lowered his head and glanced at the bloody hole in