The Demon Cultivators were all aghast. Every one of them was a Third Tier member of the Demon Race.
Several among them were even renowned for the strength of their bodies.
Yet beneath their opponent's sword light, they might as well have had no defenses at all, their claws and fangs stripped away with such ease.
Though they found it inconceivable, demons had a keen sense for death.
Seeing the tide turn against them, they all tried to flee.
But how could Song Yan let them go so easily?
He curled his Sword Finger, and the Flying Sword instantly rang out.
The sword light split once more into over a dozen streaks, pouring down like a torrential rain, so fast that the demons could barely make out their paths.
A string of dull thuds sounded.
The fleeing demonic figures were overtaken by streaks of sword light, which pierced through their shoulders and backs, pinning them firmly to the ground and leaving them unable to move.
For a moment, wails rose one after another, mingling with demon blood and mud that spread beside the marsh.
He looked at Lingsi and actually felt the sort of emotion one felt upon meeting an old friend in a foreign land-was he moved?
Ever since the Thousand-Illusion Mirage Bead had helped him push the Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water Sword Intent to the Third Realm, in fact,
Song Yan had plunged straight into cultivating and comprehending The Chivalrous Heroes’ Journey Sword Intent without stopping for breath.
This was the Sword Intent he had comprehended last, so its realm was currently the lowest.
Fortunately, like the Myriad Manifestations Sword Intent, The Chivalrous Heroes’ Journey was something Song Yan had comprehended entirely on his own. He could be said to know it down to