It was enough to drive anyone mad. Even I found this temptation difficult to resist.
Blood mist filled the air, and a new enemy arrived. His figure was becoming clearer and clearer—a man dragging a gigantic blood sword in his hand. His terrifying killing intent made the space tremble. An unprecedented sense of crisis surged toward me. I gripped the Eight Tribulation Sword, and my body trembled slightly. But this wasn't a tremble of fear. It was the excitement of facing an opponent.
He dragged the enormous blood sword in his hand, carving a huge mark into the ground. Those blood-red eyes stared at me. Massive armor covered his body, and a blood-colored cloak, as red as blood itself, hung behind him. His crimson killing intent filled the air, making me extremely excited.
I narrowed my eyes, sensing that something was wrong. The man before me was filled with an evil aura, making me feel somewhat unnerved.
"You're Liang Fan, aren't you? Come to think of it, you're my senior." The man smiled faintly, his cold gaze fixed on me.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"You can call me the Demon Lord." The man smiled.
My expression changed slightly. I had heard Li Tongtian mention that a man called the Demon Lord had appeared recently. He had slaughtered countless people with ruthless methods and often wiped out entire households. His strength was formidable, and several seniors had already died at his hands.
But I didn't take it to heart. Five years ago, I had swept across the world as well.
I gripped the Eight Tribulation Sword and charged forward, sweeping it across. It collided with the blood sword in the Demon Lord's right hand. The heavy impact traveled through my right arm, making me even more excited. The Demon Lord's