The Demon Lord burst out laughing and patted Jian Changming on the shoulder. "That's right, Yue Mingsha. If you obediently hand over the Heaven-Mending Pearl and cripple your own cultivation, I can still leave your corpse intact. After all, we've been fighting for decades. I don't want to wipe you out completely."
Yue Mingsha sneered and turned sideways, shielding Yun Che behind her. "You wicked scum think you can take the Heaven-Mending Pearl? Today, I'll purge my sect and bury you, traitor, and these Demon Cultivators right here in the Heaven-Mending Palace!"
The moment she finished speaking, Yue Mingsha raised her hand and unleashed a streak of sword qi like a dazzling rainbow, driving straight toward the Demon Lord's heart. Prepared for it, the Demon Lord raised his poisoned blade to block. The deafening clash of metal made the entire underground palace tremble slightly, and fragments of stone showered down from the walls.
Rather than stepping forward to help, Jian Changming glanced aside and lunged toward the Heaven-Mending Pearl on the stone platform, sneering, "Master can keep the Demon Lord entertained. I'll take what we came for!"
Yun Che would never let him succeed. With a shift of his feet, he instantly blocked the front of the stone platform. The Immortal-Splitting Saber left its sheath, its black radiance cleaving straight toward Jian Changming's chest.
"Eldest Senior Brother, if you want the Heaven-Mending Pearl, you'll have to step over my corpse first!"
"Hmph, Little Junior Brother, I'm at the Immortal Realm First Turn Peak. Even if you can fight above your level, you can't possibly be my match."
Jian Changming flicked his wrist, thrusting his long sword straight toward Yun Che's heart amid surging black qi. It turned out he had long been practicing demonic arts, and his sword qi had