The Nine Wrath Spirit Sword was extraordinarily valuable. Offering it was already a tremendous show of sincerity.
Originally, he would take the Calamity Hound's blood, the youth before him would take the sword, and the matter would be settled, with neither owing the other anything.
Who could have expected this youth from Demon Heaven to be so ungrateful and obstinate, insisting on opposing him?
"As a disciple of Demon Heaven, I dare not disobey my sect's orders!" Xiao Chen said.
According to the rules, the Calamity Hound's corpse had to be handed over intact. Before all these people, he naturally could not say he wanted to keep its blood for himself.
"And what if I insist on keeping your Calamity Hound blood here today?" Crimson sword radiance swirled around Wang Jiunu, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
Throughout his life, he had hated Demon Gate disciples above all else.
Had Xiao Chen not been different, passionate about slaying monsters and demons and championing justice, he would already have struck and killed him on the spot.
Out in these barren mountains, killing someone and leaving not a trace of their remains was almost effortless for a sword emperor.
Given the Demon Heaven Sect's disposition, it probably would not mobilize its forces to investigate a mere new disciple's death to the bitter end.
Originally, he had thought Xiao Chen had entered the Demon Gate through a moment's carelessness, taking a wrong turn, and that his nature was still good enough to save.
Who could have imagined that demonic roots had already sunk so deep within him that he would disregard even life and death for his demonic sect?
"If that is truly the case, then despite my meager cultivation, I have no choice but to seek instruction from your superior skills!"