The Green Vine Sword that had pierced through the Demon King flew back, returning to Ji Yuan's hand. He took a step forward and swung his sword repeatedly, sending sword light spilling forth like bolts of silk to cut down the fish that had slipped through the net.
Those who could escape the Heavenly Inclination Sword Momentum were no ordinary figures. Sure enough, these demons and devils could often withstand one or two of Ji Yuan's strikes, but Ji Yuan now held nothing back. Relying on the Immortal Sword's sharpness, even a Demon King could never escape the third sword.
This was the terrifying killing power of a Sword Immortal. Immortal Swords were rare in the world, and pure sword cultivators were fewer still. A true immortal-level sword cultivator wielding an Immortal Sword possessed destructive power that ordinary immortal techniques could never compare with.
As Ji Yuan rode the wind in swift flight, slaughtering demons and devils, a streak of immortal light rapidly approached him. Within it was the Old Beggar.
"Hahahahaha! Mister Ji, you really did come. What a pity—I, this old beggar, haven't had my fill of fighting yet, and you've already killed all the demons around us clean."
Only after Ji Yuan struck twice with his sword and slew a great demon did he sheath the sword in a reverse grip behind his back. He shook his head and looked into the distance.
"Old Mister Lu need not worry. The demons, monsters, ghosts, and goblins Ji has slain are truly too insignificant for the Two Wastelands. You will have plenty more to fight."
"That's true!"
The Old Beggar stopped bantering as well, his expression turning solemn. The ink-black color in the distance spread toward them once more, only to veer far around both sides, as though it