Sprint

Demon Calculator looked at his two junior brothers, who had died such miserable deaths, and was horrified beyond measure!

After all, he was not some backwater bumpkin from the Far Western Lands. He could recognize that what Aaron had displayed was vaguely the famed Formless Sword divine ability of the Book Mountain Sword Pavilion!

The reason Aaron had not been recognized all these years was that the cultivators of the Far Western Lands had limited knowledge.

Besides, every cultivator who had seen him use the Formless Needle was dead...

The feeling of killing small fry really is different from killing opponents of the same rank... Is this what it feels like to be a sword cultivator? With a flick of the finger, life and death are decided; nothing is indestructible, and with me present, none can stand against me... Truly... sharp enough!

Aaron stood with his hands clasped behind his back, fully putting on the air of a master.

Though both his Formless Needle and sword art were cheap knockoff monkey versions, Demon Calculator did not know that.

There seemed to be something he could make use of here?

Even the watered-down version is this formidable. What sort of might would the true Formless Sword possess when paired with the Supreme Clarity Formless Sword Art, or even the spirit treasure Formless Sword?

A trace of longing surfaced in his heart before he proudly declared, "That's right... I am a true disciple of the Book Mountain Sword Pavilion. Your Black Demon Sect is already expanding its influence—aren't you afraid of violating the thousand-year oath?"

There were still a hundred years until the thousand-year oath expired!

"Wasn't the thousand-year oath personally revoked by your Pavilion Master when he came to our door? My Black Demon Sect... Huh... no, that's not right. If