"What? Zhou Buyu, are you going back on your word?"
When Zhou Buyu remained silent, Xiao Chen's swordlike brows drew together slightly.
Zhou Buyu was Azure Spirit's First Sword Immortal, standing proudly above the clouds. His word should have carried the weight of nine sacred cauldrons, yet now he actually intended to swallow his promise.
Xiao Chen had already found Zhou Buyu shameless, but he had never imagined he could sink to such depths!
"Ye Hongmei is mine. In life, she belongs to me; in death, her ghost belongs to me!"
Zhou Buyu exhaled a turbid breath, his gaze gradually sharpening. A divine sword hung high above his head, and divine radiance surged from his flesh. It was as though the Nether Sea hung suspended in the air, its divine waves rolling outward. An overwhelming murderous aura spread, sending chills through every living creature present.
"What terrifying killing intent! Is he going to... break his promise?"
"It looks like it!"
"Azure Spirit's First Sword Immortal, Mad Sword's peerless Divine Seed, actually stooped so low!"
Within the Demon Forest, the demons were shaken.
Cultivators valued their promises. As the saying went, words spoken became law. The higher their cultivation, the less lightly they could speak, lest they gather cause and effect and nurture karmic burdens.
They might feel nothing when they spoke, but once they broke their promise, retribution would follow.
In mild cases, it affected their fortune.
In severe cases, it could obstruct their cultivation and sever the road ahead.
A young sword immortal like Zhou Buyu could not possibly be ignorant of such a simple principle.
Yet he persisted in his own course, bordering on madness.
"Zhou Buyu, aren't you afraid word of this will spread and destroy your reputation?" Ke Hei's eyes brimmed with anger.
He could not