Primeval Demonic Realm, Three Imperial Cities. The bright moon hung high. Beneath it, a plain-clothed figure danced with a sword, and heaven and earth fell silent.
There was no lightning-fast charge, no raging tempest. Having lost his cultivation, the sword had returned to its original simplicity; every stroke was plain and unadorned, without the slightest trace of splendor.
Not far away, Shi Yu and Shi Qing watched the figure wielding the sword, gradually losing themselves in the sight.
"His Highness is incredible."
After a long while, Shi Qing came back to her senses and said with feeling.
"You can understand it?"
Shi Yu asked curiously.
"I can't."
Shi Qing decisively shook her head.
"Then how do you know His Highness is incredible?"
Shi Yu asked helplessly.
"Precisely because I can't understand it, I think His Highness is incredible."
Shi Qing replied as though it were only natural.
Hearing this, Shi Yu laughed despite herself, not knowing what to say.
Just as the two women were speaking, a dark-red figure suddenly plunged from the heavens. A vast palm force descended, shaking heaven and earth.
"Hm?"
Within the estate, Ning Chen sensed it. Sword Qi surged from around him and shot into the sky.
Thunderous tremors rang throughout the Crown Prince's Estate. The reappearing Demonic Might was so familiar—so familiar that he wished he could destroy its owner at once.
"Xuan Luo!"
Seeing the newcomer, Ning Chen's expression turned cold as he said in a low voice.
"Kid, long time no see!"
Xuan Luo said blandly.
"Long time no see!"
As the words fell, the plain-clothed figure moved. Without the slightest mercy, the sword edge drove straight for his life.
"Good!"
A wild look appeared on Xuan Luo's face. With an angry roar, rolling demonic energy surged forth, Demonic Might assailing the