Ning Xiaochuan stood atop the Ghost Bat King, his black hair flying wildly. His feet pinned down the Ghost Bat King's shoulders, while his hand gripped the hilt of the Demon Sword.
The blood-red Demon Sword pierced through the Ghost Bat King's body. A scarlet fountain of blood gushed from his skull and was absorbed by the Demon Sword.
Vein-like blood vessels emerged across the Demon Sword's surface, drawing out the blood flowing from within the Ghost Bat King.
Clang! Clang!
After absorbing Martial Venerable Blood, the Demon Sword let out cheerful cries.
The Ghost Bat King released agonized howls, but the Demon Sword had already pierced through his crown, neck, chest, and abdomen, skewering his entire body as though he were a corpse roasted on an iron rack.
His body gradually shriveled. His white hair fell out, his skin yellowed and withered, his bones protruded, and in the end, he became a dried corpse utterly devoid of moisture!
A dried corpse of a Martial Venerable!
Had it been another Martial Venerable, even after death, their bones would have been as hard as black iron and could have been used to forge a mysterious weapon.
Yet the instant the Ghost Bat King's remains struck the ground, his bones turned into powder.
That was because the Demon Sword had completely absorbed the vital essence within the Ghost Bat King's martial body. Even his Martial Dao Essence Qi had become nourishment for the Demon Sword.
"Netherworld Demon Sword. You are the master of Netherworld Manor—Young Master Chuan."
The Ironclad Death God unfolded his movement technique and retreated at high speed. He stared fixedly at the Demon Sword in Ning Xiaochuan's hand, an ominous feeling rising in his heart.
Ning Xiaochuan cast him a sidelong glance. "Not bad. You have a good eye."