"Just a scratch." Chen Mu glanced at the claw wounds on his left arm and chuckled. "It seems you've learned quite a few good things lately, boy. From Huo Lian, I suppose? Coming back from the dead? What good does that do? Before this old man, you can only die again. You should have stayed down and played dead just now. You might have fooled this old man. Oh, right, were you worried about this Phoenix? How laughable. A candidate for Demon Hall Master, yet you show such womanish compassion? If you took the Hall Master's Seat, would the Demon Hall still be the Demon Hall?"
The Jianghu held countless bizarre cultivation methods. With Huo Lian backing Huang Xiao in particular, Chen Mu was not too surprised that someone of Huo Lian's realm could teach him such a strange cultivation method.
As Chen Mu saw it, such a cultivation method was merely somewhat bizarre. At most, it greatly improved one's ability to stay alive. Under ordinary circumstances, no one would expect a dead man to come back to life, but it could not increase a person's internal power.
Thus, even if Huang Xiao could come back to life countless times, he could kill him countless times as well.
"I never expected my final opponent to be someone like you. You came from the God-Burying Hall? Perfect. You want to kill me, and I want your life just as much," Huang Xiao said.
"Very good. Now this is interesting," Chen Mu said. "Let this old man kill you a few more times and see how many times you can come back."
As he spoke, Chen Mu swung the sword in his hand and pointed it at Huang Xiao.
"A sword. There aren't many swordsmen in the Demon Hall," Huang Xiao said,