"I don't believe it. You can't be Duan Tianya!"
The Demon Cultivator swallowed a blood-red Vermilion Fruit. A surge of demonic qi erupted from within him and swiftly gathered at his severed arm.
In the blink of an eye, his arm had grown back.
"Once someone is refined into a Corpse Wraith, they can never regain the memories of their life. Who exactly are you?"
The Demon Cultivator held his blade as the demonic qi around him grew denser and denser. His body began to change as well, his charcoal-black skin suddenly giving off the cold gleam of black iron.
"You'll believe it soon."
Duan Tianya raised the Firewood Cleaver in his hand.
The instant he raised it, the rust on the blade flaked away bit by bit, revealing steel as clear and bright as autumn waters. Its nick-riddled edge gradually sharpened as well.
In moments, the Firewood Cleaver shed its lead dross and revealed its true form.
"Even if you really are Duan Tianya, I don't believe you still have your former strength."
The Demon Cultivator stuffed another Vermilion Fruit into his mouth, then closed his other hand around the hilt of his Black long blade.
Boom!
The instant he gripped the blade-
Xu Taiping suddenly had the illusion that he had grasped this stretch of heaven and earth in his hands as well.
Having practiced the blade for two or three years, Xu Taiping knew full well that what the Demon Cultivator had grasped was the Heavens' Force.
Turning the Heavens' Force into one's own force was among every cultivator's highest pursuits in mastering force.
Faced with the Demon Cultivator's blade force, Duan Tianya merely gave the blade he held upright a gentle push forward.
Boom! Howling gang wind slammed into the Demon Cultivator like bolts bursting from