However, the sword formation composed of millions of flying swords from the white-robed youth was unstoppable. All the demons were annihilated by the flying swords, their bodies cut into pieces.
The demon generals inside the palace all used their divine senses to see the chilling scene outside. This white-clad boy, who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, was practically a god of death.
“Killing him is considered a way for you to atone for your crimes!” Jiang Xing said. Although he was filled with fear and shock, after repeatedly scanning the boy with his divine sense, he realized that the boy was only at the early stage of the Mahayana realm. He felt that it would be beneath his dignity to take action himself, so he decided to let these good-for-nothings atone for their crimes.
"yes!"
The demon generals transformed into streaks of light and shot outwards, soaring into the sky and revealing their strongest battle forms.
The weakest of these generals was at the late stage of the Mahayana realm, and the strongest was at the mid-stage of the Tribulation realm. Jiang Xing originally thought that dealing with the white-robed youth would be more than enough, but he never expected that in just ten breaths, all of his subordinates would be killed.
Watching the white-robed youth fly towards the direction of that adult, he thought to himself: This is bad!
If he were to disturb that person, he would surely be executed! Jiang Xing chased after Feng Chu at top speed and stood in front of him. Seeing the murderous-looking youth approaching, he pointed a finger at Feng Chu.
Red light surged from his fingertips, and countless vengeful spirits roared forth from them. The sheer number of these spirits was terrifying, filling the entire sky with their piercing howls, as if the whole world had turned into a hellish realm of wailing ghosts. The vengeful spirits surged forth like a tsunami, surrounding and devouring Feng Chu...
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Several hours later.
The magnificent demon palace was reduced to ruins, spatial rifts filled the sky, the white-clad youth was covered in blood, and Jiang Xing's corpse was hacked to pieces.
Even wielding a sword formed from chaotic energy, killing a true demon came at a heavy price for Feng Chu. His body was severely injured, and he was in pain all over. Fortunately, his constitution was strong enough that his recovery ability when near death was dozens of times greater than usual.
The surrounding demons were either dead or wounded, and others watched in fear from afar, not daring to approach. They were terrified beyond measure. This...this guy was a monster! He was simply a monster! An early-stage Mahayana cultivator, killing...killing Lord Jiang Xing, a true demon! This...this was too terrifying! Too terrifying!
The demons were terrified.
But they dared not flee at this moment, because although Jiang Xing was dead, there was still that lord.
That great man is the truly terrifying being.
Feng Chu turned to look at a palace, a palace that had not suffered any damage in his battle with Jiang Xing.
Inside that palace, a man dressed in a magnificent black robe sat on the throne in the main hall, holding a cup of wine, leisurely waiting for Feng Chu.
Fury burned deep within Feng Chu's eyes. He roared and transformed into a golden lightning bolt, shooting towards the palace in front of him, staring at the barrier that enveloped it.
He threw a punch with his left hand, and his fist burst out with dazzling golden light, as if he were holding a sun. With a deafening roar, the barrier shattered.
A streak of lightning shot into the hall, illuminating the space.
The flash of lightning faded away.
Inside the grand hall, a man with black hair and red eyes sat on his throne, staring at the boy's face so close to his own. A sword pierced the man's heart, and even his throne was pierced by the same sword. Blood gushed from the wound, and the boy gripped the sword in his hand, his still-childish face contorted with rage.
The man looked into his eyes, then down at the longsword embedded in his heart. He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with anger as he said, "You really are ruthless!"
An incredibly terrifying force erupted from the man, blasting the white-robed youth and his sword away. Struck by this force, the youth coughed up blood, but he ignored the excruciating pain, grabbed his sword, and stomped his feet on the ground.
He stepped on the ground, and cracks appeared in the ground.
Lou Munan stood up, and the penetrating wound in his heart was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lou Munan was furious. He hadn't moved just now because he was watching to see if Feng Chu would actually stab him with his sword, but he did, without the slightest hesitation.
He treated this kid so well, yet when he wanted to kill him, he didn't hesitate for a second.
Damn it! Damn it!!
What an ingrate! What a little ingrate!
“I told you, you’d regret it,” Lou Munan said.
The blood-stained white-clad youth glared at him, his eyes filled with hatred. That gaze caused Lou Munan a sudden, sharp pain in his heart, as if a needle had pierced it.
He had been hated by countless people, but he never wanted to face the gaze of Feng Chu.
"Uncle, uncle..."
Xiaoyue's voice rang in his ears.
No, he is not Xiaoyue.
He just looks like Xiaoyue.
Xiaoyue is dead, her soul scattered. He failed to protect his sister's only bloodline.
Lou Munan's gaze gradually turned cold.
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!!"
The boy's eyes were bloodshot, and his killing intent was terrifying. He roared, and his whole body surged with sword energy. The terrifying sword energy burst out from his body like a storm. With a loud bang, the entire palace collapsed.
The flying swords roared into the sky like a surging sea, but the terrifying number of flying swords posed no threat to Lou Munan at all.
Each flying sword, when it was still three zhang away from Lou Munan, seemed to have hit an invisible wall and automatically collapsed.
Feng Chu's blood surged, and veins bulged all over his body. He had already suffered a backlash from overusing his spiritual power, and was seriously injured. Blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care at all.
Under his control, millions of flying swords relentlessly bombarded Lou Munan. The entire world transformed into his sword domain, where dense sword energy was everywhere. However, no matter how terrifying the number of his swords or how fast they were, they could not break through Lou Munan's defenses.
Every flying sword could not break through that invisible wall.
Perhaps realizing that numbers couldn't overcome the enemy, the million flying swords disappeared, leaving only twelve. These twelve flying swords were the companion swords that surrounded Feng Chu's natal sword. Twelve was the number he could summon at the moment.
These twelve flying swords shot towards Lou Munan like twelve rainbows, their sword light astonishing and their sword energy enough to cleave the sky.
However, these twelve flying swords still couldn't break through the invisible wall. The moment they hit the invisible wall, each flying sword shattered.
"well!"
Lou Munan sighed: "Although you can use these companion sub-swords to kill true demons, you haven't even comprehended the essence of the sword yet. You're still too weak!"
As he spoke, he took a step, and the instant his foot landed, countless huge cracks appeared in the sky and earth of this sword enlightenment, and then shattered like a broken mirror.
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