Zhang Chao hurriedly circulated his cultivation formula to stop the wound on his severed arm from bleeding. Then he retreated at incredible speed, his face pale and his expression horrified, returning to Yu Qiudi's side. With a hint of guilt, he said, "Sorry for the trouble, Senior Brother Yu Qiudi. I let you down."
Yu Qiudi's expression remained calm. "Who could have expected such a lowly lower realm to give birth to a warrior of such extraordinary talent? But speaking of which, you just took out that sword to block Lin Bai's fatal strike. That sword is remarkably strange. How come I've never heard you mention it before?"
Zhang Chao's expression changed dramatically, and his eyes darted around. "I seized this sword from Lin Bai. It should be something from the Barren Ancient Continent. I thought someone with your discerning eye would look down on an object from such a lower realm, so I didn't report it to you. Please calm your anger, Senior Brother."
"Is that... the Demon Sword?" The Ninth Ancestor's eyes flickered as he looked at the sinister, wicked blade clutched in Zhang Chao's severed hand. He immediately spoke to the Sacred Emperor.
"I don't know either. I've never seen the Demon Sword before. However, the Central Sacred Nation's scouts reported earlier that the Demon Sword had indeed appeared in the Eastern Continent. I also sent people to search for it, but they discovered that the Demon Sword had mysteriously vanished within the Myriad Kingdoms Domain. It had never been seen again after that."
When the Demon Sword appeared in the Eastern Continent back then, it had attracted the attention of the peak experts of the Barren Ancient Continent. It was not only the Central Sacred Nation—even the Savage Soul Society and the Sword God Lineage had