"Su Yuan, are you going to use that strange demonic sword?"
As one of the people who had witnessed the Blood Sacrifice Ritual, Qi Hanyua immediately realized which demonic sword Su Yuan meant.
But it was precisely because she understood that she felt even more nervous.
After all, the moment that demonic sword appeared, it had overpowered three Foundation Establishment Peaks and nearly wiped them all out.
Could Su Yuan really control such a vicious demonic sword without being devoured by it?
Su Yuan smiled faintly at Qi Hanyua and said,
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
Then Su Yuan looked at Chi Lean.
"Classmate Chi, hold Yan He off for three seconds. I need some time to activate the demonic sword."
"You sure know how to boss people around."
Chi Lean frowned, but didn't refuse.
Before the words had even left his mouth, he shot toward Yan He.
Perhaps part of it was to buy Su Yuan some time, but more than anything, he wanted to face this False Core Sword Demon himself.
He raised the purple demonic sword in his hand once more. The Heavenly Heart Sword Dao—Replace Heaven's Heart with One's Own Heart—gathered its strength again, and he brought the sword down.
But to Chi Lean's surprise, Yan He neither dodged nor tried to block the strike. He simply let the sword hack into his head.
Clang—
The sharp ring of metal striking metal rang out across the battlefield. Yan He's scalp split open, revealing a skull that was completely unharmed.
The blade wouldn't go any farther.
Yan He casually reached out and slapped Chi Lean flying. Then, without pausing for even a moment, he charged toward Su Yuan—or, more precisely, Qi Hanyua behind him.
Chi Lean had promised to buy them three seconds, but in