After fighting for dozens more rounds, the Black and White Heavenly Demons finally couldn't hold on any longer and were torn apart by the White Profound Demon.

The white demon was also in bad shape; its entire body was covered in wounds, and blood from its statue would occasionally seep out.

After tearing apart the black and white Heavenly Demons, the white Xuan Demon's gaze immediately fell on Han Feng.

He needs to find a new nascent soul to replenish the Bitter Demon Daoist's nascent soul after it loses its effectiveness.

In the eyes of many demons, nascent souls and demon cores are highly nourishing substances, more effective than any elixir or medicine.

Bai Xuan Shengzu was no exception; his injuries were too severe, and he was in danger of dying at any moment.

If he could devour a few more Nascent Soul cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, his injuries would heal quickly.

Just as the white demon reached out to Han Feng, a small cyan sphere appeared beside him.

The cyan sphere released terrifying sword energy, making Bai Xuan Saint Ancestor feel a sense of threat.

However, Bai Xuan Shengzu did not take it too seriously. His demonic body had been tempered and refined, and the newly advanced sword pellet could not harm him.

His most important task now is to devour Han Feng's nascent soul in order to suppress his injuries and avoid the danger of possibly dying.

But the tiny sword pellet emitted even more sword intent, forming a cyan vortex around it.

Bai Xuan Shengzu felt his hand suddenly become uncontrollable.

What horrified Bai Xuan Shengzu even more was that he discovered his wounds were bleeding even more demonic blood than before.

This was all due to the immense suction of the cyan vortex, which continuously drew the demonic blood from the wound into it.

The originally blue vortex was stained red due to the demonic blood.

As the demonic blood within his body continued to drain away, Bai Xuan Shengzu felt waves of weakness.

"hateful!!!"

Bai Xuan Shengzu was furious.

He realized he had been careless and shouldn't have underestimated this tiny sword pellet.

The White Profound Ancestor thought that Han Feng used the cyan sword pellet to kill him directly, but that was completely naive of Han Feng.

Now he clearly realized he was wrong. Han Feng used the sword pellet to create a vortex, using its powerful suction to draw away the demonic blood from his body.

Then, taking advantage of his weakest moment, he struck and killed him.

Bai Xuan Shengzu must destroy the blood vortex, otherwise he himself will die.

He reached for the vortex with his white, demonic hand, but soon felt pain in his hand.

The sword pellet, having absorbed a large amount of demonic blood, is no longer the same sword pellet as before; its power has increased more than tenfold.

Even with the physical strength of Bai Xuan Saint Ancestor at the Void Refinement stage, he couldn't withstand the powerful sword pellet for a while.

He reluctantly pulled his hand back; his entire hand was covered in blood, the flesh torn open.

The cyan sword pellet absorbed so much demonic blood that the crimson vortex grew even larger, seemingly about to devour the entire world.

Bai Xuan Saint Ancestor sensed a life-or-death crisis; the blood-red vortex, having absorbed his blood, might just kill him.

"kill!"

Han Feng controlled the cyan sword pellet and headed towards Bai Xuan Saint Ancestor.

This was his only chance to kill Bai Xuan Shengzu, and the blood-red vortex in front of him was a stroke of luck.

There was a slight mistake just now; such a large crimson vortex simply couldn't have formed.

"I cannot possibly die at the hands of a mere Nascent Soul human!"

Bai Xuan Shengzu wanted to escape from here, but the powerful suction made him unable to move.

He swung his fists and bombarded the crimson vortex, but he couldn't shake it at all.

Instead, the crimson vortex absorbed his demonic blood, becoming even more powerful.

Ultimately, the white demon was sucked into the blood-red vortex, and its powerful body was pulverized by the sword energy within the vortex.

Even the divided soul of the White Profound Ancestor could not escape from the vortex of sword energy.

...

The Continent of Demons.

Inside a magnificent, golden palace.

A handsome man in white sat on a futon, meditating with his eyes closed.

"My clone was strangled to death!"

The true White Profound Saint Ancestor opened his eyes, emanating boundless killing intent.

The final scene of his clone being killed flashed into his mind.

"Han Feng!"

"This human race must not be let go!"

Bai Xuan Shengzu closed his eyes again; his orders had already been relayed to his generals.

...

"That was close!"

Han Feng felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

This Void Refinement stage demon was beyond his ability to fight; if it weren't for the sword pellet's power, he might have perished.

He put the sword pellet back and immediately realized something was wrong.

It turns out that after the battle ends, the sword pellet will change from a blue sphere back into a small blue sword that is two or three inches long.

However, after Han Feng retrieved it this time, the sword pellet did not fully recover.

The sword pellet remained a blue sphere and began to slumber after entering the dantian.

"Could it be that the sword pellet is advancing in level?!"

Han Feng couldn't help but have this thought.

He obtained this sword pellet technique from Situ Changkong, who forcibly took it by killing his fellow disciple.

Even Situ Changkong had never seen the true sword pellet technique, let alone Han Feng.

This also means that Han Feng did not fully acquire the Sword Pellet Technique; he only learned how to cultivate and control Sword Pellets from Situ Changkong.

As for how to advance the sword pill's level, he knew nothing about it.

As Han Feng's cultivation level rose to the Nascent Soul stage, the Sword Pellet Technique became less effective against him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have primarily used body-refining techniques in his previous battles with the others.

Han Feng still had some doubts about this, feeling that as the Taiqing Sect's signature technique, the Sword Ball Technique couldn't possibly have such limited power.

At this moment, the sword pellet absorbed the demonic blood of the White Profound Ancestor and fell into a "slumber," and many doubts were resolved.

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