"That skin..."
The moment he saw Chen Changming turn into a black man, the Ancient Demon was startled as well. His bright eyes fixed on those mysterious patterns, and the longer he looked, the more shocked he became.
These patterns seemed to carry a certain "demonic" charm.
They gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity.
"Could it be that the Ancient Human Clan and the Ancient Demons of the Spirit Realm joined forces to improve the Heavenly Furnace Body-Forging Art?"
Such a thought flashed through his mind.
Then he gave a bitter smile.
He had died many years ago. Now, he was merely lingering on through the remnant will of the Undying Demon Heart. The affairs of the Spirit Realm were no longer for him to worry about.
What mattered most to him now was passing on his legacy.
"Take my sword!"
The Ancient Demon's expression turned cold as he charged forward with his sword.
In an instant, dense sword light filled the void, and an icy aura of slaughter spread through the valley.
"What fierce killing intent!"
Chen Changming took a deep breath, secretly alarmed.
Had he not undergone the Nine Baleful Body Tempering in the Ten Thousand Demons Tomb, he definitely would not have been able to defeat this Ancient Demon.
Boom!
Chen Changming threw a punch without any flourish.
Part of the sword light shattered with a crash.
Yet some of the sword light still shot toward him with hissing sounds like a torrential downpour, striking his body.
Chen Changming remained unmoved.
This sword light was no more than a scratch to him; it could not harm him in the slightest.
To fight him fairly, this Ancient Demon had deliberately suppressed his cultivation to the sixth level of the Nascent Soul Realm. There was simply no way