"Shocked? Isn't it only natural for this sword to be in my hands?" the demon cultivator said.
Chen Yang's deep eyes fixed on the demon cultivator, whose body was wreathed in Great Sun flames, as though he were a Golden Crow. "So that's how it is... You're from the Crow Clan? It is said that after Dijun and Taiyi self-destructed, their essence blood scattered across the Primordial World and transformed into the Crow Clan. For a crow like you to cultivate to this point is no simple feat."
Chen Yang's profound gaze saw through the demon cultivator's true form. His true form was, unexpectedly, a member of the Crow Clan. After Dijun and Taiyi self-destructed, their essence blood had scattered throughout the Primordial World. Much of it transformed into the Crow Clan. Many races of the Primordial World had observed the Crow Clan as well. Most crows possessed no intelligence and were merely ordinary birds. Yet a handful of exceptional crows seemed to gradually awaken and evolve toward Golden Crows.
The crow before him cultivated Dijun's method and seemed to have inherited Dijun's legacy, attaining his current cultivation.
The Crow Demon Saint said, "I was able to come this far only because of the Demon Race's legacy. That is why I came here—to avenge the Demon Race. After all, because of you, Chen Yang, the Demon Race lost the great war and nearly perished."
Chen Yang's expression was cold. "The defeated are still defeated. You came seeking revenge, but I think you came to die."
With that, Chen Yang charged forward to kill.
The Crow Demon Saint wielded the Witch-Slaying Sword and rushed at Chen Yang. "Come to die? Not necessarily. This sword is the bane of the Wu Tribe, and the bane of your Human Clan as well."
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