The resplendent Immortal Light gradually faded. Before long, Jiang Chuan and the Yellow Springs Demonic Immortal reappeared in Qu Shi's sight.
The Seven-Colored Immortal Sword manifested from Jiang Chuan's left hand had vanished at some point.
His left hand and arm had nearly been cleaved apart, flesh clinging to the bones scattering in all directions.
Across from him, the Yellow Springs Demonic Immortal was in an even more miserable state.
His body was riddled with dense sword holes like a winnowing basket. Yet strangely, no blood flowed from them—only yellow ripples of water.
"It was not that my demonic saber was inferior to Biluò's swordsmanship, but that I had not recovered to my peak!"
The Yellow Springs Demonic Immortal was filled with unwillingness. His demonic saber had roamed the Ancient Era without a single defeat, yet today, it had unexpectedly been defeated by Jiang Chuan.
"It truly is a fine saber. But with your current strength, even with an immortal saber, you probably still couldn't kill the Azure Martial King."
Jiang Chuan spoke as he sensed the Demonic Saber Intent within his left arm, intent on annihilating all things.
"You haven't recovered to your peak. Logically speaking, even if the descending Immortal Light truly contained an Immortal Realm Treasure, you shouldn't have fought over it. Someone must have plotted against you. I'm also going to deal with the person who plotted against you. Are you really not going to tell me?"
"Do you think I couldn't see through the schemes of Black Tide, Immortal Slayer, and the successors of the others?"
The Yellow Springs Demonic Immortal smiled disdainfully. "I only chose to take the risk because I saw the Azure Martial King use an Immortal Treasure to suppress the Immortal Soul within the Immortal Light, along with the Immortal Realm