Sword Venerable Saves the Day

When had he arrived? How had he breached the Blood Sacrifice Array and the Nether Death Qi to appear atop the bone pillar without a sound? Not a single person had noticed!

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable's phantom whipped around, a grave look appearing in his pitch-black eyes for the first time. "Sword Venerable... Xuanyu!"

"Well, look at that—you still remember me?" Xuanyu wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and smiled at the Nine Nether Demon Venerable. "I cut off one of your arms a hundred years ago, and I guess you didn't learn your lesson. You still dare come prancing around Human Race territory?"

The Nine Nether Demon Venerable's phantom unleashed a surge of demonic might, his voice icy. "Today, I shall wash away the shame of my severed arm with your blood!"

"With nothing but this clone?" Xuanyu scoffed, giving his wine gourd a shake. "I didn't bring enough wine today, so I don't have time to play with you for long. Hao'er, you take care of the passage and those few little underlings. I'll put this old dog down for you."

With that, he casually hung the wine gourd from his waist and slowly rose to his feet.

The instant he stood—

The entire Nether Abyss lost its color!

Endless sword intent surged skyward from Xuanyu! It was nothing like Lin Hao's grand and righteous sword intent or his fierce, destructive sword intent. This was the "Origin Sword Intent," pure and concentrated to the utmost, as if it could sever cause and effect and cleave open the cycle of reincarnation!

The sword intent had neither form nor substance, yet every swordsman present—Lin Hao, Ye Guichen, Bai Li Jing Hong, and even the demonic weapons and fiendish artifacts in the enemies' hands—began to hum and