697 Leaving the Southern Demon

"Over the past ten-odd days, many Spirit Transformation cultivators have spoken of taking Gray Egg away. But I have yet to see anyone seize the sacred relic from my hands! You may not necessarily have the strength to take this item from me."

Ye Qin put away the Gray Egg in his hand and spoke slowly.

"Then let us try."

After Divine Lord Eryu said this coldly, his expression turned utterly indifferent. Both hands gripped the hilt of the gray sword as he raised it.

In the immortal cultivation world, very few cultivators directly held their artifacts to fight other cultivators. Doing so meant they had to engage in close combat, which was far more dangerous than controlling artifacts to attack from afar.

Divine Lord Eryu did not possess any particularly formidable aura. Instead, he appeared calm and unruffled.

Ye Qin's eyelids twitched as his gaze locked onto the gray sword, sensing an incomparably intense danger. In all his previous battles against numerous Spirit Transformation cultivators, he had never felt such a suffocating threat. Most of that danger came from that mysterious gray sword.

Divine Lord Eryu shifted slightly and brought down the raised gray sword in a single slash.

The several-hundred-zhang space within the Bloodthirsty Forest was not large, leaving little room to maneuver. Once they left this range, they would be ensnared by the Blood-Devouring Ancient Demon Vine.

"Hah!"

A chill flashed through Ye Qin's eyes. With a wave of his hand, the Eight Trigrams Sword Array shot out in unison to block with all its strength. He spat a mouthful of pure vital essence onto the sword array, wildly amplifying the power of the Eight Trigrams Sword Array.

Boom!

The gray sword struck the Eight Trigrams Sword Array.

In that instant, the terrifying might of the gray