"Huo Lian, you must have been nurturing the Supreme Demon Saber all these years, haven't you? Otherwise, its aura wouldn't be so powerful. What a pity. In the end, you sewed a wedding dress for someone else. That must feel awful, eh? Hahaha!" the Second Hall Master laughed.
The others froze briefly, then immediately understood.
They all agreed with the Second Hall Master.
They had seen the Supreme Demon Saber a thousand years ago. Back then, in Huo Lian's hands, it had certainly not been as powerful as it was in Pang Yi's now.
Such a change could only mean that Huo Lian had increased the Supreme Demon Saber's power over those thousand years. What other explanation could there be?
"Huo Lian, I really must thank you," Pang Yi said with a broad grin. "Consider this a little interest collected in advance. Perhaps I can let you die a slightly quicker death later. I am very merciful, after all."
The Supreme Demon Saber had already fallen into Pang Yi's hands. Huo Lian could only seize it back by force.
He did not have much confidence in that.
Pang Yi's current strength fell short of Huang Xiao's and his own, but it was already enough for him to escape Huo Lian.
With so many others here as well, dealing with Pang Yi would not be easy.
"Kill him," Pang Yi said coldly.
With the Supreme Demon Saber in hand, there was no longer any need for Huo Lian to exist.
An old fellow like him should have died long ago.
"Huo Lian, your time has come," the Eighth Hall Master shouted coldly.
As his words fell, the auras of the seven Former Hall Masters erupted once more.
Seven powerful auras of the Supreme Demonic Art intermingled.
Huo Lian's expression changed slightly.