Lin Wuyou Forms His Golden Core

A thought had barely arisen.

The glow of Wei Wushuang's Golden Core visibly dimmed.

Around the Golden Core, dense black mist churned, releasing even more terrifying Demonic Qi.

Within the mist, nearly half the ancient sword's blade emerged majestically.

Three streaks of sword light flickered in and out of view.

Invisible sword qi crisscrossed the air, its razor-sharp killing intent spreading without cease as the atmosphere in the arena climbed to another peak!!!

Facing Lin Wuyou's killing blow, Wei Wushuang was furious—and even more covetous of the demonic cultivation technique Lin Wuyou practiced.

At this moment, even at the cost of damaging his Golden Core, he had made up his mind to seize Lin Wuyou. ??

As long as he could severely injure him, then use his Golden Core to possess his body and obtain that demonic cultivation technique he had long dreamed of, every loss would be acceptable.

"Martial Brother Wushuang certainly has sharp eyes! But whether it is a demonic cultivation technique or an evil cultivation technique, none of that matters!"

"What matters is that Martial Brother has a smooth journey down the road to the Yellow Springs!"

The corners of Lin Wuyou's lips lifted slightly as he spoke calmly. Faced with the unceasing pressure crashing toward him, his expression barely rippled.

As he spoke, he stood upon his flying sword, one step for each word, one word for each step. With every step he took, the flying sword beneath him closed another step's distance toward Wei Wushuang.

The killing intent in the air remained. The Demonic Qi sustaining the sword lights, drawn by some inexplicable attraction, rushed straight toward Lin Wuyou.

The Demonic Qi gathered before Lin Wuyou, then was swallowed into his abdomen in a single gulp.

Without the Demonic Qi to sustain them, the three