Li Hanqiu's so-called eight inner demons were something Zhang Yang could not cut down, because they seemed to have a special explanation, one related to the realm of cultivators defying the heavens.
No matter how conceited Zhang Yang was, he did not possess the ability to destroy Li Hanqiu's remaining eight inner demons.
"Strange beings, prodigies, inner demons, and madmen—these are the most troublesome and unfathomable existences under the heavens. Strange beings have some connection to Ghostly Beings, while prodigies are special weapons of war created by the Demon Race. Inner demons rank third. From that, one can see how terrifying they are to cultivators like us."
"What are madmen?" Zhang Yang asked.
"Madmen are naturally a kind of strange existence that appears among our human race for various reasons. They are extremely rare, able to transcend cause and effect and cross the laws of heaven and earth. They act without restraint. Often, a single madman can slaughter a million members of the Devil Race, Ghostly Beings, Demon Race, and even the human race, while still remaining free and at ease."
"All right. Let's refine the sword artifact first."
Zhang Yang no longer wanted to hear these secrets. Besides, he and Li Hanqiu had already wandered far too far from the subject.
"Does this demonic flame of mine count as a proper yin flame?"
He flipped up his right hand, and a mass of black flame floated in his palm out of thin air.
Li Hanqiu's expression became rather strange. Only after a long while did he sigh. "Sect Master, you must never casually display such abilities in the future. The cultivation world loathes demonic cultivators with a passion. This time, I know your background, and our fates are connected. Otherwise, no matter what, I would have drawn my sword