After hearing Sound Demon's words, Baleful Heavenly Venerable's brow twitched slightly. He rubbed the back of his waist and said, "If we're comparing them, Sword Twenty-Nine is even stronger than the fellow who appeared that day!"
He paused, his gaze darkening as he said, "Sword Twenty-Nine's swordsmanship is truly meant for killing!"
Sound Demon's eyes shifted at those words, and he immediately asked, "Then the man that day wasn't Sword Twenty-Nine?"
Baleful Heavenly Venerable frowned. "Most likely not! But... I don't know why I still feel it was him!"
Puzzled, Sound Demon asked, "Senior Brother, haven't you fought him? How can you not be sure?"
Baleful Heavenly Venerable gave a bitter smile. "I really did fight him. Sword Twenty-Nine nearly killed me!"
Hearing this, Sound Demon said helplessly, "Tsk! No wonder the patriarch wanted to deal with him personally! Too bad he got away!"
He paused, then slapped his forehead as though something had occurred to him. "Right! Senior Brother! Could it be because Sword Twenty-Nine was injured?"
Baleful Heavenly Venerable froze, then smiled bitterly. "Now that you mention it, that really is the only possibility!"
"That fellow was already injured, yet he was still so powerful. How terrifying!"
"Exactly!"
"By the way, Senior Brother, how is your cultivation of that technique going? I feel like I'm about to break through!"
"So soon? What level have you reached?"
"I'm about to break through to the fourth layer!"
"The fourth layer?! Senior Brother, how did you get there so quickly?"
"It's simple! Sacrifice mortals!"
"Is that so? Good! I'll try it too!"
Golden Soil!
Yin-Yang Mountain!
Two immense mountains stood amid the surrounding peaks like pillars piercing the heavens. They formed a wondrous sight: one constantly billowed with scorching heat, molten lava spilling and flowing all across its slopes...
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