Stealing the Demon Suppressing Tower

The pitch-black Demonic Hall stood dozens of zhang tall, exuding eerie demonic clouds.

Clatter!

Two iron chains as thick as water buckets flew out from within the two Demon Sect gates, their metallic collisions booming loudly enough to make eardrums ache.

Each iron chain carried the force of tens of millions of jin. Once it struck a cultivator's body, it would undoubtedly smash them to pieces.

When experts fought, not even the slightest mistake could be made.

Rumble!

Ning Xiaochuan's God-Demon Supreme Body contained Sword Dao Supreme Power. The sword qi he unleashed was incomparably sharp, like streaks of aurora across the heavens, severing the iron chains into segment after segment.

He let out a roar and slashed down with his sword, cleaving the Demonic Hall apart.

It split into two halves.

A blast of frigid air rushed out from within the Demonic Hall. Pfft!

A flying sword shot out of the cold air like lightning, piercing straight through Ning Xiaochuan's body.

The blood-red tip of the sword protruded from Ning Xiaochuan's back.

"Haha! Ning Xiaochuan, you actually dared to contend in magic with me? Did you really think that you were invincible within the God Spirit Secret Realm?" Profound Mystery Dharma King sat atop an iron chair, his entire body encased in metal, with only his eyes exposed.

He looked less like a human and more like a mass of black metal forged into the iron chair.

That flying sword was a Low-Grade Supreme Weapon, and it had pierced through Ning Xiaochuan's chest.

The flying sword emitted a demonic glow and trembled constantly, trying to tear Ning Xiaochuan's body apart with sword qi.

"Refine for me!"

Ning Xiaochuan gritted his teeth. An even more terrifying demonic aura erupted from within him, and the blood throughout his body began to