The power of this blade was probably no weaker than the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword... Guang Chengzi sighed inwardly. With the Tiger Soul Demonic Blade appearing, there was no longer any hope of luck in this battle.
All the immortals urged their Immortal Power, and their magical treasures rose into the air one after another. Spiritual light wove together like a net, their auras surging like a tide. The vast pressure swept in all directions, faintly condensing into an ancient ferocious beast poised to devour anyone it chose!
Chi You gripped the Demonic Blade and looked down arrogantly upon Heaven and Earth, his heroic spirit soaring into the heavens. These vast mountains and rivers had originally belonged to the Witch Clan. Today, they had returned to rightful rule in his hands. The Three Realms would bow their heads, and only the Witch Clan would reign supreme!
He flicked his wrist, angling the Tiger Soul Demonic Blade toward the vault of Heaven. His voice rang out like clashing metal: "I spared you just now because you were disciples of Saints. I'll give you one more chance. If you withdraw immediately and never again aid Gongsun Xuanyuan, I'll let you leave here unharmed!"
True Man Huang Long let out a scornful laugh, swept back his sleeve, and called out in a clear voice, "Chi You, you're also a great sorcerer who once dominated the ancient world. How can you say such foolish things? Since we came down the mountain at our master's command, how could we turn back halfway? Even if our teacher doesn't punish us, if we retreat out of fear of you, wouldn't that disgrace our sect's reputation? Could we still call ourselves disciples of Saints?"
Zhao Gongming stepped forward and answered loudly, "Exactly! We disciples of the Interception Sect would