What the hell is this guy doing? Why was he spouting such strange things? Could he have something wrong with his head?
Flying Dragon Sword Zhan Quan and White Crane Xue Taoren were somewhat startled, but when they saw that Hua Wu had actually stopped the final wave of Horned Demons despite shouting at the top of his lungs, their spirits lifted, and they charged toward the wormhole.
"Careful, it's right here."
Xue Taoren shouted, and his aged body suddenly became burly. Waves of heat rolled off him as he clearly activated some secret technique, causing his Qi and Blood to erupt a second time. He struck his palm toward the wormhole.
Pfft!
Just then, the ground trembled, and a blade of light suddenly emerged!
It was the Blade Demon!
This Heavenly Demon had actually been hiding underground. Now it leaped out, its torso resembling a human's, but both its legs and feet covered in blade-shaped exoskeletons. It looked savage and ferocious, and its speed was astonishing.
The Blade Demon's slash was aimed squarely at the path Xue Taoren's fleshly palm had to take.
Xue Taoren naturally wasn't about to hand over one of his arms for the Heavenly Demon to chop off.
With a long howl, he changed his fleshly palm from a strike into a grab. His other hand came together from the side, and he actually clamped the flash of the blade between his palms.
"Now!"
Beside him, Flying Dragon Sword Zhan Quan followed the coordination they had agreed upon long ago. The ironwood sword in his hand transformed into a shower of stars, stabbing straight toward the Blade Demon's vital point.
A Martial Artist like him specialized in weapons. With a sword in hand, he roamed the world unhindered.
At this moment, he even carried the