Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Hun Mie Xian was struck by the murderous Sword Qi and sent flying. Ghastly wounds opened across his chest, spilling pitch-black demon blood.
"Aah!"
His agonized scream rang out as he hurtled several hundred yards before steadying himself. His aura surged erratically, not because Lu Ren had gravely injured him, but because he was furious.
"Chief!"
The demons roared in unison.
Their chief had actually been driven back by Lu Ren.
Everyone's eyes nearly popped out. Demons and human martial artists alike rubbed their eyes desperately, unable to believe what they had seen.
Hun Mie Xian had clearly been crushing Lu Ren with the overwhelming advantage of his divine body.
Yet Lu Ren had wounded him with his own saint body.
"What's going on? Can a saint body beat a divine body?"
The crowd stared in a daze.
"Lu Ren doesn't have a saint body. He's cultivated the rare... sword body, turning his own body into a sword!"
Xia Susu's heart pounded wildly. She had not dared believe it at first. A sword body was far too difficult to cultivate, and a bloodline martial artist should not have been able to cultivate one at all.
Cultivating a sword body had a prerequisite: one's sword force had to enter the Ten Heavens.
But very few bloodline martial artists ever reached the Ten Heavens with their sword force.
Beyond that, one had to fuse sword soul and saint body, achieving Heaven-Man Unity and Man-Sword Unity!
Even a hundred thousand years ago, when every person was like a dragon, martial artists who cultivated sword bodies could be counted on one hand.
That was why she had not dared believe Lu Ren had cultivated a sword body.
But now, with one palm strike, Lu Ren had unleashed Sword Qi condensed