Song Chi knelt on one knee, bracing himself with his sword in one hand while pressing the other hard against his forehead.
The Demon Venerable's power was scant, but its quality was absurdly high.
Even in its shattered state, it was beyond what he could control at his current cultivation realm.
Song Chi gritted his teeth and roared with difficulty:
"I... fucking... never asked you to give..."
No one answered him.
Cang Xuan was completely gone.
That "fuck you" had been the last thing he left in this world.
Song Chi had no time to savor those words now.
He was about to explode.
His cultivation had been forcibly raised to the peak of Tribulation Transcendence.
One hair's breadth away lay heavenly tribulation.
One hair's breadth away lay death.
He knew that in his current state, never mind transcending a tribulation-he couldn't withstand even a little bolt of lightning.
Inside him, everything was a pot of boiling chaos.
The first to react were actually the Nine Swords.
They had been sitting quietly within the tattoos, or rather, shutting themselves away in despair.
But now, they erupted.
Cang Xuan's aura.
The remnant spirits of the Nine Swords resisted as though they had gone mad.
The sword marks on Song Chi's chest, arms, and back lit up simultaneously.
They were bewildered too. Why had the Demon Venerable performed Liberation by Violence without a word?
And why had he burrowed into this swindler's body looking so blissful?
But they had no room to consider all that. Cang Xuan's aura was what they loathed most, their mortal enemy.
Many years ago, their master and this Demon Venerable had fought to mutual destruction.
Many years later, the Demon Venerable's remnants and they had burrowed into the same body.
What kind of fucking accursed fate