He cleaved through waves and split the surging tide, his qi carving out a vacuum—and this was merely a casual stroke from Su Hongtu. The force he used was no more than a negligible flick of the wrist; there was no exquisite swordsmanship, no abundant true qi.
"Such tremendous power! If it were bolstered by my true qi, who under heaven could stand against me? Hahahaha! Good sword, good sword—no, a divine sword!"
Su Hongtu was overjoyed, his eyes ablaze with excitement. Yet, unseen beneath it all, there was a faint shade of gray and crimson.
"With my current martial cultivation and the aid of this divine weapon, so-called Innates are nothing but earthen chickens and pottery dogs before me. Even Grandmasters would crumble at a single blow. What allies? What subordinates? They are all useless trash. With sword in hand and no one beside me, I can roam the Divine Land and subdue all beneath heaven.
Now that this divine weapon has emerged today, it must be fed with blood. I might as well slaughter every one of these eyesores around me, so they will not become trouble in the future."
Si Peng, Meng Zhao, and the others were still immersed in the astonishing sight of Su Hongtu's seemingly casual yet earth-shaking sword stroke. None of them knew that this Heavenly King Su had already decided to slaughter them all and use them to nourish the newly born evil weapon.
Yet just as that thought arose in Su Hongtu's mind, a cool current spread from his chest and flowed into the spiritual platform within his mind, dispelling the influence of a strange, evil force.
The gray and crimson in Su Hongtu's eyes briefly receded, and clarity returned to his mind. His expression, however, turned incomparably gloomy, utterly devoid of