So damn despicable! This wasn't just Bing Tianxue's impression—everyone felt it. The spirit of Night Demon's Divine Metal was simply a superlative bastard! The sword's carefree ringing as it fought, as though enjoying itself immensely, was just like a Flower Picking Thief in the middle of scoring...
Lewd, shameless, and despicable!
"Xiao Han, is this Night Demon's influence, or the sword's divine nature displaying an independent personality?" Bi Yunyan asked. "I can't quite tell."
Yan Beihan's face darkened. "Maybe... Night Demon himself is just a bastard."
On one hand, with all eyes watching, there was no way to help you cover it up. On the other hand, once the reputation of being a bastard spread, Bi Yunyan and the others would... Ahem, ahem? So, because, therefore—understand?
On the arena.
Shi Changjian's entire body flashed with red light, heat waves soaring skyward. He had already changed swords, and as his cultivation technique circulated, the entire sword turned red as well.
Rolling waves of heat erupted across the arena like a volcano.
The Burning Star Art and Slaughtering Spirit Swordplay—the two supreme arts of the Stupa Sect.
The reason Patriarch Qu Changkong of the Stupa Sect could contend with Bing Tianxue while falling only slightly behind was precisely because this cultivation method countered hers!
Heat could resist cold! Everyone knew that the two great geniuses on the arena were about to decide the victor.
Across from him, a sword beam suddenly shot into the sky from Night Demon. It circled through the air, and all at once, an injustice and hatred that filled heaven and earth spread boundlessly! That hatred erupted into the sky, vast and mighty enough to fill the blue void!
The weapon in Night Demon's hand had already changed into a saber.
"Hate!"
A voice filled with hatred to