Yue Mingsha sneered. "Not a chance. You will die today."
Before her words had faded, Yue Mingsha sprang into the air, her entire figure becoming a dazzling streak of light. Her Immortal Sword slashed down from above, wreathed in piercing immortal light. She poured her lifetime of cultivation into this strike, and even the loose stones overhead in the Underground Palace fell under the pressure of its Sword Qi.
The Demon Lord was both shocked and furious. His Immortal Power was still draining away, leaving him unable to block this all-out strike. He could only grit his teeth and gather all his remaining Immortal Power into his poisoned blade, bracing himself to block overhead.
With a sharp crack, the Immortal Sword split the poisoned blade in the Demon Lord's hand in two. Its fierce Sword Force continued unabated, cleaving straight into the crown of his head.
Blackish-red blood sprayed out instantly. Before the Demon Lord could even scream, he fell rigidly to the ground and stopped breathing.
Seeing their leader dead, the remaining lesser Demon Cultivators were frightened out of their wits. They turned to flee the burial chamber, but Yun Che casually sent out several streaks of Blade Qi, slaughtering them all at the entrance and putting an end to the trouble.
Jian Changming leaned against the stone wall. Looking at the fallen Demon Lord and the master and disciple approaching him, he gave a bleak smile. "I accounted for everything, yet in the end, I still lost to you, lost to fate..."
Yue Mingsha looked at him and said flatly, "Whatever the circumstances, you should never have associated with Demon Cultivators."
With that, she casually flicked out a streak of Sword Qi, ending the life of the personal disciple she had taught for hundreds of years.
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