"What?!"
Disbelief flashed through the Demon Scion's scarlet eyes.
Someone had crushed the Sword Qi unleashed by the Demon Sword with a bare hand.
That sword was a peerless weapon of calamity, forged from a Sun Warrior's spine and Demon Gold. Even Grandmasters of the Fifth Realm dared not face its scarlet Killing Intent head-on; the slightest misstep would let it corrode their meridians and taint their Dao Foundation.
Yet the sword's radiance, sharp enough to cleave metal and jade and defile the soul, crumbled like powder before that withered hand.
Guo Bingfu gave the Demon Scion no chance to catch his breath or think. He watched him now without towering bloodlust or blazing anger. His eyes held only the calm of someone who had weathered all the world's vicissitudes.
"In cultivation, true power belongs to oneself. You rely on an object to commit violence. That puts you on an inferior path."
He looked at the Demon Scion as though he were a pitiful creature who had lost his true self and become a slave to a weapon.
"We're both at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm. Neither of us stands above the other."
The Demon Scion refused to believe it. The demon core in his chest throbbed wildly, pumping pitch-black demon blood into the Demon Sword like boiling lava.
"Die!!!"
The Demon Scion let out an inhuman roar.
The Demon Sword swept through an enormous arc. Its blade whipped the scarlet Killing Intent filling the air into blood-colored sword beams several yards long.
The beams crisscrossed the void with a low, rending rumble, like the shrieks of countless souls slaughtered on an ancient battlefield. They descended upon Guo Bingfu from every direction.
So fierce was their power that even the defensive Formation Runes laid down by the Grandmasters together