"The Killing Sword Technique, Severing Lifespan!"

Lin Xiao's eyes turned cold, and he immediately unleashed the Killing Sword Technique.

Having grasped the essence of the killing sword, he unleashed this sword technique with increased power.

Even Su Chen, protected by a ninth-grade divine power, felt his movements slowed down by that terrifying chill.

"Damn it! What kind of sword is this? How can it be so evil!"

Su Chen made no attempt to hide it and directly used his hand to block it.

When Lin Xiao's sword light landed in his hand, Su Chen, who had been calm, immediately dared not use his hand to block it. His expression changed drastically and he retreated hastily.

"What kind of demonic sword is this? My lifespan seems to have decreased by a bit just now."

Su Chen stared intently at Lin Xiao.

At this moment, Chen Changsheng, who was watching from outside, was filled with questions.

"Is this world still the same world I knew? Why did the evil spirit sword that should have been in the body of Ancestor Wan end up in Lin Xiao's hands?"

"Why does the Flame Emperor, who should possess divine-grade abilities, only possess ninth-grade abilities now?!"

"Is everything I'm experiencing now just a fleeting dream before my death, a dream of mine, Chen Changsheng?"

Chen Changsheng stared in disbelief at what he was seeing, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The onlookers immediately turned to look at Chen Changsheng.

They looked at Chen Changsheng as if he were a fool.

"It hurts so much. This isn't a dream; this is the real world. If the world has changed so much, do the opportunities I remember still exist?"

At this moment, Chen Changsheng had lost interest in watching any longer. He was currently recalling various opportunities in his mind, trying to seize the initiative.

... .. ...

"Bang!!!"

On the ring, Su Chen and Lin Xiao exchanged dozens of blows before separating again.

However, after this separation, both of them changed a lot.

Lin Xiao's face was full of joy, as if he had just thoroughly enjoyed himself.

After they separated, he looked at Su Chen with a sinister grin.

"Su Chen, come on! Why are you backing away? Are you scared?"

At this moment, Su Chen looked somewhat weak, and the golden light emanating from his body was getting weaker and weaker.

Even his once youthful and resolute face now bears more wrinkles, and his short, jet-black hair has turned gray.

At this moment, Su Chen no longer resembled a teenager; he now looked more like an ordinary man in his thirties or forties.

Everyone around who witnessed Su Chen's actions fell silent.

Even the patriarchs of the Xiao family paused for a moment.

This is the power of the Demonic Sword; it can steal an enemy's lifespan without them even realizing it.

Even if this lifespan is only a few minutes or a few seconds.

However, for Su Chen, who only has a lifespan of three hundred years, this is indeed extremely fatal.

In just a few dozen moves, he was hit tens of thousands of times by Lin Xiao. On average, each move carried thousands of sword energies that slashed at him, making it impossible for him to defend against them.

Once he came to his senses, one of the Xiao family patriarchs turned cold and stepped forward to shout at Lin Xiao.

"Damn it! A righteous sect actually condones its disciples cultivating demonic arts! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice!"