The instant that blood sword slowly left its sheath, a terrifying aura of coldness, freezing, and slaughtering all things beneath heaven and earth spread in every direction.
Everyone felt as though they were about to freeze stiff, intense fear rising in their hearts.
It was as if they were facing the enemy of all living beings.
"Kill!" Demon Mountain roared.
He could no longer endure the increasingly terrifying pressure and took the initiative to charge forward.
He stood as tall as a mountain, his entire body formed from pitch-black demonic stone. Faint runes covered him, Demonic Intent thick and sinister, as though a demonic mountain peak between heaven and earth had awakened. He smashed down with terrifyingly savage killing intent, wild and violent energy spreading outward.
Demon Mountain had clearly begun to risk his life.
From Flame Liu Imperial Son's slightly contracted pupils, it was apparent that Demon Mountain was far stronger now than usual.
"Demon Mountain, you are too weak."
Clang! Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed down.
A streak of blood red sword light flashed past, seeming to perceive space, karma, and the Dao of life itself, striking at the most vulnerable point of a living being.
Demon Mountain's mountain-like body stiffened.
Boom! Demon Mountain's black rock body froze for a moment before crashing down. Countless fragments of stone burst in all directions, his aura continuously plummeting. In the end, only a house-sized head fell to the ground, staring at the Blood Robe Daoist before him in terror, his soul trembling without end.
One sword.
Only one sword.
This old rival of so many years had been beheaded by him, utterly unable to withstand a single blow.
Recalling their past enmity and battles, Demon Mountain could not help breaking out in a cold sweat.
"You are far