Everyone had run far away. Only Grandma, Yun Bingxin, and I remained here, while Wan Songxiao had no idea where he had flown off to. Thus, when Li Taichong arrived and spoke, I heard every word clearly. He had called Master "Li the Sword Demon"—whether intentionally or not, I couldn't tell!
I looked toward the source of the voice. Three powerful auras soon arrived near me, two in front and one behind. The two at the front were Sword Saint Li Taichong, with a jade-green Qingping Sword floating behind him. The sword was dazzling, looking down upon all beneath heaven. Anyone who saw it would feel an inexplicable dread, as though they were about to bow down in worship! At the hilt, the sword disc found at the Nine Heavens Divine Sword Gate was clearly embedded there. That must be the key to temporarily sealing its power while helping it absorb the world's immortal spiritual energy. If the object were separated from the sword, the sword would surely unleash boundless might!
The terrifying World-Cleansing Qingping Sword!
Besides Li Taichong, a middle-aged man with a dragon's bearing and phoenix's posture stood behind him, a sword strapped to his back. This man actually possessed a divine godhead, his entire body wrapped in a faint golden light. Yet judging from the godhead owners I knew, he absolutely didn't resemble any of them. Whose godhead had he snatched, I wondered? After all, judging by the crow's-feet at the corners of his eyes, this middle-aged man was probably forty-five or forty-six. He looked weather-beaten, yet his features were strangely refined, making him seem like a young man—someone impossible to forget at a glance. What puzzled me even more was that he wasn't human. Demonic aura radiated from his body, and his bearing and strength were