Yun Che glanced at him, his tone carrying a hint of mockery. "My sword is naturally mine to command."
Before he had finished speaking, his fingertips twitched, and an invisible force completely purified the lingering demonic aura around Cui Bing.
Cui Bing felt his insides churn. The blood essence he had expended summoning the demon showed signs of flowing backward, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
Watching this, Gan Shuyu grew even more wary of Yun Che. Not only was this man's strength unfathomable, but his methods were also unpredictable and uncanny. Even the Demon Hall's demon-controlling techniques were so easily undone by him.
Taking advantage of Cui Bing's injury, Cui Zhongfa made the silver sword in his hand blaze even brighter. His Sword Force surged like a rainbow, driving straight toward Cui Bing's heart. This strike gathered all his fury and resolve, the sword wind howling with the momentum of someone who had burned his bridges.
Though shocked and furious, Cui Bing was no amateur. He forcibly mustered his divine power and held his divine sword across his chest, trying to block.
But how could he easily withstand the edge of a Spirit God Treasure in his current state?
With a sharp clang, the divine sword in Cui Bing's hand shattered into pieces under the silver sword, its fragments scattering in every direction.
The silver sword continued unchecked, instantly piercing Cui Bing's chest and drawing a spray of blood.
"Aah!" Cui Bing let out an agonized scream and staggered backward, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror.
He had never imagined that the strength he took such pride in would prove so utterly vulnerable before Cui Zhongfa and that silver sword.
Cui Zhongfa did not pause or relent. He followed Cui Bing like a shadow and swung the