Three days passed, and Sikong Jing and Golden Dragon Wuhai arrived at Heaven-Soaring Palace at just the right time.
With his memories interconnected with the Demonic-Form Spirit Shadow, he naturally already knew that Bu Nanfei had brought back seven Quasi-Emperors.
So he came. After waving at Everflow Quasi-Emperor, he walked straight over to Ling Yuyue's side.
Suddenly... Smack!
A heavy slap lashed across her face, sending Ling Yuyue flying on the spot.
The sight stunned Ling Liaoyuan, while the seven Quasi-Emperors, still baffled by everything, secretly felt a surge of delight.
Ling Yuyue clutched her face on the spot, dumbfounded.
"Y-you-you, who are you? You dare hit me? Do you know who I am?"
Ling Yuyue was so furious that she stomped her feet, but then she immediately shouted hatefully, "Demon Sword, hurry up and control me. Take him down."
Her bearing was imposing, and her confidence ran even deeper...
She had the Demon Sword, and so many powerful vicious beasts obeyed its commands. What did she have to fear?
I am one of those female leads from the storytellers' tales.
Their protagonists always obtain some ring or other, with an old, powerful grandpa living inside it.
From then on, they rise against the tide and become the strongest existence under heaven and earth...
And I, Ling Yuyue, am the savior chosen by the spirit of the Demon Sword. Whoever you are, if you dare hit me, you'll be crippled.
Ling Yuyue thought viciously.
But at that moment, with a hum, the Demonic-Form Spirit Shadow within the Demon Sword suddenly flashed out. Right before Ling Yuyue's eyes, it flashed to Sikong Jing's side.
Then, little by little, it merged into Sikong Jing's body.
This scene made Ling Yuyue's eyes widen. "The Demon Sword... was swallowed by this man?"
Ling Liaoyuan's