Old Servant

"What... what was wrong with this little devil?!"

The evil sword formed from his natal White Bone had been crushed as easily as tofu?

Was this... really a "human"?!

The old Demon Cultivator was shocked and bewildered.

But he was unwilling to wait helplessly for death.

This little devil might be a formidable enemy, but after centuries of plotting and painstaking effort, he had finally transformed into an Evil Spirit Sword Demon. He was no ant to be kneaded at another's whim!

Without smashing the cauldrons and sinking the boats, without fighting to the death, who could know who would be the last one standing?

If he did not make an effort, how would he know he could not win?

"Fine..."

The old Demon Cultivator, whose body was White Bone and whose limbs were sword remains, revealed intense battle intent in his savage eyes. The Bone Sword was steeped in Demonic Qi like venom, his aura rose without end, his skeletal body gradually expanded, and bloodthirsty Sword Qi coiled around him.

"Today, I will test you and let you know the terror of the Sword Demon Body!"

The old Demon Cultivator's gaze sharpened. In an instant, he went from stillness to motion, drove the power of the Demon Specter, and slashed with the momentum.

The enormous Bone Sword, condensed with surging Demonic Qi, hacked toward Mo Hua in an instant with terrifying force.

This Bone Sword was enormous.

Mo Hua's body was not even as tall as the Bone Sword.

Yet his expression remained calm as he simply threw a punch.

A small fist met the massive White Bone Demon Sword.

In a single instant, Mo Hua's fist blasted the White Bone Demon Sword into pieces.

The old Demon Cultivator's expression was filled with terror, but he remained unwilling to