But there were always some necessary matters that required him to act.
For instance, killing!
That day, dressed in fitted blue robes, his hair tied in a high ponytail and the Azure Shadow Sword on his back, he flew out of the cult.
He had only just reached the foot of the mountain.
A cold glint flashed through his eyes, which were like a cold pool.
Immediately afterward.
Clang!
With a ringing sword cry, the Azure Shadow Sword left its sheath.
Like cool, pale moonlight.
It had barely spilled forth when its tip reached a man's throat.
Just as it was about to pierce his throat.
Ye Liangchen hurriedly shouted.
"Wait! I came because of that demon!"
The moonlight died away, and black hair rippled.
Ye Qinghong stared coldly at the man before him without a word.
He had sensed an unfriendly gaze just now and instantly struck, intending to stab the other man to death, just as he had always done before.
Unmoved by anything external.
He was nothing but a pure sword.
He did as he pleased, and anyone who barred his path would die. No words could hope to sway him in the slightest.
But now, upon hearing the Demon Venerable mentioned.
For the first time, he hesitated a little.
"Speak!"
He uttered only a single word, his voice clear and cold.
His murderous aura did weaken slightly.
This made Ye Liangchen let out a long breath of relief. The stone hanging in his heart finally dropped, and he was no longer as tense as before.
Inwardly, he sighed with emotion.
Sure enough, this was worthy of Ye Qinghong of the God-Shocking Sword.
Below the Dharmakaya Realm, he was practically invincible.
And he acted decisively and coldly.
He had nearly slain Ye Liangchen with a single stroke