Ink Lord

West of the imperial city, above the wilderness, the demon opened his eyes. A grim, murderous aura flowed around him. He looked back once, utterly devoid of emotion.

The demon turned and swung his sword. The icy sword light was blinding beyond compare.

Ning Chen raised two fingers and caught the demonic sword with a clang. Looking at the man before him, he said, "My friend, can you not even trust me?"

"It has been a long time, Marquis of Knowing Fate," the demon said as he sheathed his sword, his tone without the slightest ripple.

"It has indeed been a long time," Ning Chen said with a sigh.

"I will remember today's debt of rescue. If fate permits, we shall meet again."

With that, Xia Ziyi stepped forward and walked straight ahead without a trace of reluctance.

"Where is Consort Luo? Where is she now?"

Behind him, Ning Chen looked at the former's back and asked calmly.

At his words, Xia Ziyi's body trembled. Killing intent surged around him as he said coldly, "I do not know. Perhaps she is dead."

Ning Chen clenched his hands tight. His figure flashed, and his sword edge pressed for life.

With a resounding clash, the two swords met. White Rainbow and Apocalyptic Fury collided, sword currents raging as they instantly destroyed the wilderness in every direction.

"If she is dead, why are you still alive?" Ning Chen asked in a voice as cold as ice.

The demon turned his palm, gathering demonic essence, and struck out with a vast palm blow that shook the heavens.

Ning Chen gathered Phoenix Essence and met it with his own palm, forcibly clashing with the Demonic Might.

With a bang, the battle parted. The demon's expression remained frigid as he said, "Because the one who should