Above it, four Killing Swords silently rose and fell, shrouded in bloody light. Their edges radiated a heart-stopping sharpness, as though they could cleave apart the Six Combinations and Eight Desolations.
They were dark red from tip to hilt, their ancient simplicity steeped in peerless killing intent!
Even Ji Hao felt a prickling pain. These four Killing Swords had been stained with the blood of far too many living beings. As Emperor Weapons themselves, they were naturally terrifying beyond measure.
Plans never keep pace with change. It seems I won't need the fish I prepared after all!
Ji Hao recalled the contingencies he had planted in the Yaoguang Saint Son and the Heavenly Emperor's Son.
He had now transcended Ruthless's Great Dao and forged a path belonging to himself alone. He no longer needed to rely on the Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art or commit acts of the Devil Dao.
Hmm, Yaoguang is a ruthless one, but I should be able to bring him to heel! he thought, glancing at Yin Tiande, who was refining Heavenly Venerable Liquid.
As for the Heavenly Emperor's Son, before the Ancient Immortal era, someone raised phoenixes free-range like chickens. Perhaps I could follow that example? When the Heavenly Court holds a Flat Peach Banquet someday, we could even feast on dragon liver and phoenix marrow!
Nearby, Dragon Horse, who lay in a pool of Heavenly Venerable Liquid, felt a sudden chill. "What's going on? Why is it so cold?"
By rights, he had already cultivated a True Dragon's body and should have been impervious to heat and cold. He ought not to have felt such a chill. "Could it be that the Heavenly Venerable's killing aura hasn't been fully refined away? That must be it!" Dragon Horse nodded in agreement with himself.
*I no longer