The swordsman seemed interested and wanted to draw his sword.

Xue Jiu also uses a sword.

In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second.

Xue Jiu shook his head and declined the swordsman's invitation.

The mark of supreme power is now in His hands, and no one in the world is His match.

Of course, this does not mean that Xue Jiu can surpass a swordsman in swordsmanship.

You'll never know the answer until you try it.

Xue Jiu also met Shura and his eldest son, who was now sitting under a golden tree, diligently comprehending the sword.

Xue Jiu smiled.

He felt that it was best not to comprehend this sword.

Without saying much, Xue Jiu left as if he had never been there.

It's time to head to the Abyss of Supreme Power.

There's a debt that should have been settled decades ago, but it's been delayed for so long.

Xue Jiu is not a demon.

He does not have the habit of charging interest.

Xue Jiu only wanted to get his principal back.

The most powerful demon god had killed him once and owed him a life.

This time, He will also kill the most powerful demon god.

The shadow of the Supreme Abyss slowly faded away.

Ying Jiu, the fifth strongest human in the race.

Even when facing the most powerful demon god, he fought to the death but was ultimately defeated and cut into countless pieces.

But it's okay.

He was originally a shadow, but when you piece the shadows together, you still get a complete Winning Wine.

Not a moment was spent feeling sad about winning or losing; what immediately struck me on the battlefield was—a nightmare!

Xue Jiu's face turned slightly cold, and his voice was as if it had been frozen for a hundred years, icy, chilling, and heartbreaking.

Above the abyss of ultimate power, a whisper that could suffocate even the gods echoed.

Tell me, do you have nightmares?