Xu Taiping frowned.
He could feel that this single bracelet weighed more than all the ship-ballast iron he had originally worn on his body.
And the Blond Demon Cultivator wore an identical ring on each of his four arms and around each of his two ankles.
In other words, this Blond Demon Cultivator was tempering his physique under six times the force Xu Taiping had endured.
Bang!
Boom!
When the Blond Demon Cultivator threw the last iron ring to the ground, his already tall, burly body suddenly doubled in size.
Waves of aura stirred by sheer qi and blood swept across the wasteland like ripples across water.
From a distance, the Blond Demon Cultivator now looked like a giant from the legends of Ancient Times.
"I never expected This Lord would remove this Mountain-Suppressing Iron here. But fighting you Human Race cultivators is far more entertaining than fighting those wooden Corpse Wraiths."
The Blond Demon Cultivator grinned at Xu Taiping, his eyes filled with fervor.
He had long since stopped caring about orders from above. All he could think about now was how to pound the young man before him into a puddle of minced flesh, one punch at a time.
This demon should be one of the martial demons mentioned in Elder Duan's Blade Manual.
As this thought passed through his mind, Xu Taiping bound his hand to the Spring Tiger Saber with a strip of cloth woven from blood spider silk.
In Elder Duan's Demon-Slaying Blade, demonic cultivators obsessed with the Martial Dao, such as this Blond Demon Cultivator, were called disciples of the Demonic Path, or martial demons. Before becoming demons, most of them had been Martial Dao fanatics who spent their entire lives pursuing its pinnacle. Only when they could no longer advance in their cultivation