Pfft!
Lord Longevity spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt a terrifying force rapidly eating away at his body.
The Demonic Blade was too overbearing. His highly refined spiritual energy, the laws of the world he controlled, even his perfected spells were like a sheet of paper before it, pierced with the lightest touch.
He could not stop it. No matter what ability he used, he could not stop the Demonic Blade's power from running rampant inside him.
Am I going to die?
Lord Longevity fell from the sky and slammed heavily into the ground.
Not far away, the middle-aged instructor and the youths watched in horror. They realized things had gone terribly wrong.
Chen Yidao descended from the sky and landed beside Lord Longevity. "You went down before I even put my strength into it. It seems... you really haven't improved at all."
With that, he drove his blade into Lord Longevity's throat. Lord Longevity's eyes widened, as if he could not rest in peace.
But Chen Yidao was not fooled by the act. "I'm disappointed. Wouldn't a dignified exit have been better? Mere death is enough to make you throw away your pride?"
From anyone else, those words might have sounded hypocritical.
But coming from Chen Yidao, they rang true. He was a blade fanatic who genuinely feared no death. When he had conquered territory for the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, he had encountered his share of traps, yet every time, he had fought to the death without retreating. He had often traded life for life, killing until his enemies' hearts and livers trembled.
The next moment, Chen Yidao plunged his blade into Lord Longevity's chest. Lord Longevity's soul let out a shriek.
This time, he no longer found any novelty in it. All that remained was