The sudden voice of an old man made Li Zhōujūn pause in slight surprise.
Immediately afterward, beside Zhong Chan, an old man dressed in black robes walked out with an indifferent expression.
Li Zhōujūn glanced at the black-robed old man and chuckled. "How should I address you?"
"Cheng Yuan," the black-robed old man replied.
"How do you know I can't take the Demonic Sword from Zhong Chan's body?" Li Zhōujūn asked.
"My master is a Half-step Heavenly Venerate, and his attainments in formations are exceedingly high. Even he was helpless against the Demonic Sword inside the young lady's body. Although the Azure Emperor is a Ninth-Rank Saint, I'm afraid he has no means of taking the Demonic Sword from my young lady's body either, does he?" Although Cheng Yuan's voice carried a smile, his aged eyes remained wary as he watched Li Zhōujūn.
At this moment, Cheng Yuan believed that the Azure Emperor was fundamentally incapable of helping his young lady remove the Demonic Sword from her body. The reason he had said that was probably because he had some ulterior motive.
After all, although the Azure Emperor was powerful, he was no more than a Ninth-Rank Saint, just like Cheng Yuan himself.
To take a Heavenly Venerate Artifact out of his young lady's body, one would at least need the cultivation of a Heavenly Venerate, right?
So how could this Azure Emperor possibly do it?
"Would you let this Emperor give it a try? But let me make my position clear first: if the Demonic Sword comes out, it belongs to this Emperor." Li Zhōujūn smiled.
"If something happens to my young lady, can the Azure Emperor bear the responsibility?" Cheng Yuan snorted. "Besides, if this Demonic Sword emerges and no one can restrain it, the whole world will