"Oh dear, the old Sword Devil demon is waking up!"
The old man's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a bright red gourd from somewhere, gulping it down as if watching a good show.
This old man was none other than Zhou Tong, who had met Yang Zhen once before.
As soon as Zhou Tong finished speaking, a series of terrifying shockwaves suddenly erupted from the Sword Devil's body, instantly leveling the entire mountain. Countless people screamed and were sent flying backward.
Nine Dragons and the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord frowned, looked at the Sword Devil, and their faces immediately showed shock.
The aura emanating from the Sword Devil grew even stronger, making him appear like a sharp sword.
"Young man, you're right. Everything is a sword, and I... am the one and only sword in this world!"
Buzz--!
A buzzing sound rang out, and the violent black energy emanating from the Sword Devil condensed into a jet-black greatsword in mid-air, which looked extremely terrifying and gave people a feeling of trepidation.
Upon noticing the Sword Devil's eyes, someone's expression changed drastically, and they exclaimed in horror, "Look! Senior Sword Devil Demon seems to have fallen into demonic possession too!"
Nine Dragons was taken aback, and stared intently into the Sword Devil's eyes. Those pitch-black eyes were as deep and mysterious as the endless starry sky.
"No..." Nine Dragons shook his head and said, "This isn't demonic possession; it's entering a strange state."
"Not possessed by a demon?" The Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord hesitated, then said, "Judging from the weather, he has indeed become possessed by a demon."
Nine Dragons shook his head again, saying, "After becoming possessed by a demon, one should lose all consciousness, but he still retains it. This is... this is no longer the consciousness of the Sword Devil."
"You mean..." the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord exclaimed in surprise, "He Dao Severing?"
Nine Dragons nodded solemnly and said, "It's not just as simple as Dao Severing; he severed himself, severed everything, leaving only his body."
The Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord his mouth, but no words came out; his face was filled with horror.
How ruthless can a person become?
That madman, the Sword Devil, actually killed himself! Is he still the Sword Devil?
Or rather, this is a newborn... creature!
Sword Devil laughed heartily and walked step by step toward Yang Zhen and Sword Addict Luo Shan Yang.
Everyone was terrified. The Sword Devil's every step seemed light and slow, yet his speed was incredibly fast. He arrived behind Sword Addict Luo Shan Yang in almost a single step and placed his hand on Luo Shan Yang's shoulder.
Luo Shan Yang was panting heavily, his face covered in blood-red sweat. He turned around, stared blankly at the Sword Devil, opened his mouth dryly, and said in a bitter voice, "Master!"
Upon hearing this, the Sword Devil trembled, sighed, and said, "I was wrong, I was indeed wrong. I was too bound by tradition, too bound by ideology. I never imagined that a sword is simply a sword; there's no room for so many messy emotions!"
Upon hearing the Sword Devil's words, Luo Shan Yang's expression changed drastically, his whole body trembling like a leaf. He opened his mouth, almost bursting into tears. "Master... Master?"
"Go, it's your master who has wronged you!" After saying that, the Sword Devil slapped Luo Shan Yang on the head with a palm.
With that slap, Luo Shan Yang felt as if he had been pierced by a sharp sword, his entire body split in two.
A hysterical scream rang out. Luo Shan Yang's soul had just burst out of his body when the Sword Devil grabbed it and threw it into his mouth.
"Crunch!" Yang Zhen exclaimed in surprise, instinctively shouting, "Crunch?"
How can this old geezer eat everything, and right under my Sage of Saunter? That's just too damn weird.
The Sword Devil's sudden action startled everyone, sending chills down their spines.
The entire mountainside, now flattened, was now a scene of utter astonishment as everyone stared at the Sword Devil, his body shrouded in black mist, his face drained of all color.
" Luo Shan Yang was killed by his own master?"
No one could accept this fact for a while.
That crisp, clean slap, that unrestrained bite, just as Yang Zhen said, was crunchy and satisfying!
He's gone mad! That old man, Sword Devil, has definitely gone mad!
Everyone swallowed hard and looked at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen wished he could make these people's eyes pop out.
Damn it, why are you all staring at this Sage of Saunter? Go do what you were doing!
This old geezer is right in front of me, what if he hasn't eaten enough?
How could this Sage of Saunter possibly be a match for this old geezer?
"Um... my soul isn't fragile!" Yang Zhen grinned, giving a most sincere smile, and slowly moved to the side.
The Sword Devil's entire eye socket was pitch black, and Yang Zhen didn't know if the Sword Devil was looking at him, so he could only slowly think of a way to escape.
Suddenly, just like Yang Zhen, the Sword Devil grinned and slowly extended his hand.
"Run, kid!"
A loud shout rang out, and Nine Dragons, sword in hand, arrived behind the Sword Devil in the blink of an eye.
" Sword Devil, have you really gone mad?"
boom--!
A loud bang rang out, but the Sword Devil didn't even turn his head. With a wave of his hand, he blocked the Nine Dragons' full-force sword strike!
Nine Dragons staggered backward, a look of surprise on his face, and cursed, "Old man, you've actually broken through again?"
"None of your business!"
Without turning his head, the Sword Devil stared at Yang Zhen with his dark eyes and said, "You're special!"
Yang Zhen grinned and said, "You flatter me!"
The Sword Devil reached out and patted Yang Zhen's shoulder again.
Yang Zhen nearly lost his mind. With a bang, he swung his sword at the Sword Devil, striking the Sword Devil's hand.
How strong was Yang Zhen at that moment?
With this strike, combined with the weight of the Great Deficiency Sword, the Sword Devil's hand was cleaved in two, dangling at his elbow, looking as if it might break off at any moment.
Upon seeing this, everyone gasped and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
The Sword Devil's arm was severed?
However, this wasn't what shocked everyone. After that strike, the Sword Devil merely glanced at the severed hand, nodded, and said, "Not bad."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his other hand.
Yang Zhen felt a chill run down his spine. He gritted his teeth and decided to fight the old man to the death.
Just then, a colorful ribbon suddenly came from behind, wrapped around Yang Zhen's waist, and sent him flying backward.
Yang Zhen turned his head and grinned, still shaken, and said, "Thank you so much, Miss!"
The Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord, with a solemn expression, stood in front of Yang Zhen and said, "Step back!"
"Okay!" Yang Zhen shrank back and hid behind Fuyao and the others.
Fuyao and the others instantly moved a distance away from Yang Zhen, looked at him as if he were a monster, and then turned their attention back to the Yang Zhen Sword Devil.
Despite losing an arm, the Sword Devil showed no change in expression when facing the two Great Saint, the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord and the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable.
"The two of you are no match for this old man."
The Sword Devil's voice sounded like he was stating a fact, yet it sent chills down everyone's spines.
This pose is much cooler than Yang Zhen's earlier one.
After all, they are two Saint Venerable. What exactly has the Sword Devil comprehended that he dares to fight against two Saint Venerable single-handedly?
Buzz--!
A soft hum was heard, and the Willow Heart Sword in Luo Shan Yang's corpse's hand suddenly flew up and hovered next to the Sword Devil.
Yang Zhen pointed at Willow Heart Sword and said to the crowd around him, "That's mine!"
Fuyao her eyes at Yang Zhen, and Li Qingfeng moved a distance away from Yang Zhen again, as if he was really afraid of Yang Zhen!