Sword Dao Martial Qi

"Then I'll deal with you first, before taking care of them!"

Seeing that Nie Yun's punch contained soul power and carried an overwhelming force that could not be evaded, the Civilization Demon King sneered and met it with a punch of his own.

Confucian, Daoist, demonic, monsterfolk... countless civilizations blended into a thick, chaotic mass beneath his fist, forming a pitch-black demonic shadow that collided viciously with the Great Mercy Great Compassion Immovable Wisdom King Fist.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Nie Yun and the Civilization Demon King both staggered back seven or eight steps, their faces flushing red.

"To possess such strength, you must be connected to the Spirit Realm, right?"

He had not expected that even with his three-thousand-gradient soul and peak Dantian Acupoint Realm combat power, he still could not kill this opponent in a single strike. Nie Yun's pupils contracted.

When he had come here in his previous life, he did not seem to have encountered this Demon King. Why was this life so much more dangerous than the last?

Could it be because of the Seven Swords?

In his previous life, he had not taken the Seven Swords, so although these trials had been dangerous, they had been relatively easy. Yet in this life, he had encountered such powerful opponents one after another. Had he met them in his previous life, he probably would not even have passed a single level before dying.

"The Spirit Realm? Heh heh, those fools of the Spirit Realm, driven only by their own selfish desires, cast aside the myriad worlds and destroyed countless civilizations. They should have died long ago!"

The Civilization Demon King's voice carried bone-deep resentment. With a cold shout, he threw another punch.

This punch held no form of civilization at all. It was indistinct and elusive,