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The Black Iron Sword looked crude and, at first glance, utterly ordinary—just like a sword blank that could be bought wholesale for Ten taels of silver at any roadside blacksmith's shop.

But Jintong and He Yuluo did not think so. The sword case was a magical treasure, absorbing demonic thoughts like a giant whale sucking in water. The iron sword hidden inside definitely had something extraordinary about it.

At Jintong's transmitted command, He Yuluo raised the token again.

The black tide surged even more violently. As the Demonic Statue Phantom threw back its head and roared, demonic thoughts transformed into a sky-shrouding ghostly shadow, and a thousand-zhang demonic claw pressed down from above.

The palm struck the mountains, sending demonic qi racing in all directions.

In the next second, the black vortex rolled and swept forth, gathering the boundless demonic thoughts without the slightest effort until not a trace remained.

The Demonic Statue Phantom looked as if its body had been hollowed out. It weakly arched backward before vanishing into the void, while a row of black-robed men collapsed to the ground and could no longer rise, as though they had suffered a crushing blow.

Before Lu Bei, Chang Qingyu returned to her senses. Her cherry lips formed an O, and her eyes shone as she stared at the white-bearded old Daoist.

As expected, she had guessed right.

Small Thousand Mountain was home to many once-renowned great sects. Though their glory had become a thing of the past, their former foundations could not be erased. After searching through them, she had truly found an otherworldly expert.

The only problem was that he seemed a little off—crazy and foolish, with even his cultivation realm having fallen away.

Wait a moment. Wasn't being crazy a good thing?

Chang Qingyu sucked in a