A Familiar Scene

Under this suicidal, sure-kill strike, a dull shattering sound rang out. The three-foot sword blade plunged precisely into the demon's chest. No matter how formidable its bones, they could not withstand the sword edge in the slightest.

A streak of Sword Dao sharpness violently burst through Xuan Cheng's back. In an instant, a massive bloody hole erupted across the demon's back.

By this point, Xu Lingtian, who had appeared so abruptly and fought with a death-seeking resolve, seemed to have exhausted his last shred of strength. The hilt that a swordsman should have gripped tightly slowly slipped from his hand.

His broken, blood-soaked body fell from the sky.

But in the next instant, ripples spread across heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, the falling shattered body disappeared without a trace into the night sky.

Xu Lingtian, this Sword Dao Nascent Soul, had been like an epiphyllum blooming for a single instant—his appearance incomparably brilliant, and his withering equally glorious.

That three-foot sword edge had already reversed the entire course of the battle.

One mid-Fourth Order Demon had fallen. Demon Xuan Cheng, the demon wielding the ancient treasure and possessing the greatest power, had clearly been heavily wounded by this death-seeking attack that sought mutual destruction.

Before him lay a vicious Sword Mark stretching from his head to his abdomen. The three-foot blade had plunged deep into his chest and pierced through his back, blasting open a gruesome bloody hole! At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent, and every gaze converged upon that blood-drenched Demon Body.

Though the sudden turn of events had come abruptly, it was not difficult to see that Xuan Cheng was the demons' leader within the Longevity Sect.

With cultivation comparable to the late Fourth Order and a Slaughter Ancient Treasure protecting him,