The demon qi of the Demon Sword carried an ancient aura, as though it had been passed down for millions, tens of millions of years. Its power was incomparably sharp, seemingly capable of cleaving apart everything in the world.
Although Ning Xiaochuan had yet to cultivate the Nine Dao of World Extinction Qi, his body seemed to have fused as one with the Demon Sword. Death qi surged around him, making him resemble an unrivaled demon lord.
The White Fox Young Master's body had been hacked open with dozens of enormous holes. Ning Xiaochuan continuously burst out from within its body, only to charge back in and slaughter his way through, battering the massive stone body until it was riddled with ruin.
"Whoosh!"
Ning Xiaochuan flew out through the eighty-seventh hole, soared into the air, gripped the Demon Sword in both hands, and brought it down with an icy gaze. "Go die!"
This was a fatal strike! "Rumble!"
The White Fox Young Master's enormous body immediately shattered, like a mountain collapsing, turning into a vast heap of rubble that crashed onto the ground.
Holding the Demon Sword, Ning Xiaochuan floated in the air and indifferently watched the White Fox Young Master shatter into stones. He took a deep breath, swallowed a bottle of Nine Colors Profound Water, and began swiftly replenishing the essence qi in his body.
Just now, he had struck at least a thousand times before carving eighty-seven holes into the White Fox Young Master's massive body and utterly destroying it.
Ning Xiaochuan had expended an enormous amount of Martial Dao Essence Qi, so he had to recover immediately.
"Did the White Fox Young Master really die just like that?"
Nie Lanxin stood in the distance, staring at Ning Xiaochuan, whose demon qi soared to the heavens. Her