…
"What kind of sword is this?"
The Corpse King Di Jiang lowered his head stiffly, staring blankly at the sword mark on his chest that ran through his entire body.
He didn't even know when he was hit by the sword.
Chen Huaian's sword was too fast and too light.
Even at the moment when the sword's will passed through his body, he only felt a breeze on his face.
"This isn't some kind of sword." Chen Huaian said calmly, "This is my Dao."
"...what? Hehehe...hahahaha!" Emperor Jiang laughed heartily while holding the Shenjiang Sword with great effort. The ancient battlefield behind him, with thousands of soldiers and horses, was erased bit by bit like an oil painting washed with water, and only the rotten blood formed lines and dripped onto the ground continuously.
The domain faded, and the two returned to the first floor of the Demon Locking Tower.
"You're only at the Fusion Stage, and you've already grasped the Dao of the Sword." Emperor Jiang gasped, "Great...Great! If I had half your ability back then, perhaps my country and my people wouldn't have perished in the drought... I'm incompetent!"
"Droughts and floods are both natural disasters. How can human power contend with nature?"
Chen Huaian put away his sword and stared at Di Jiang quietly.
If the Corpse King Di Jiang had not used his domain, the outcome today would still be unknown.
But it happened that the domain was used, and the two began to clash in momentum and will.
He practiced the Dao of the sword in the Cangyun Realm, and his sword intent had already reached perfection.
Although Emperor Jiang is powerful, his understanding of his own power is far from reaching its peak.
"Hehehe... You don't understand, was that really a natural disaster?" Emperor Jiang stumbled and knelt on one knee. His soul gradually withdrew, and his strength drained from his body like water, making his voice hoarse like a broken bellows. "In the south of my empire, the feng shui is good, and there has never been a drought in history. I don't respect heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, so those so-called immortals have brought down punishment."
"I forged the sword 'Shenjiang' to stir up the Celestial River to save the world from the severe drought. When the sword was completed, the Celestial River flowed back, and finally, a hearty rain fell from the sky.
But the rain lasted for a month, the drought turned into floods, and all living things were devastated... I feel guilty towards my people and the common people, so I drink the sword and commit suicide.
But I have not forgotten the hatred. I have cultivated the body of ghosts and gods, hiding my identity for thousands of years, and led tens of thousands of ghost soldiers to attack Lingxiao, making those gods and Buddhas run away in panic... Hahaha!"
The wanton and crazy laughter instantly turned into a sad question: "But can you avenge yourself for this?"
The ghostly green fire in Di Jiang's eyes danced wildly, burning into endless sadness and self-mockery.
"Have you ever seen the sky collapse?" His face was filled with fear. "The sky collapsed, revealing a black hole-like eye. No one dared to look into that eye. Once they did, their soul would be instantly obliterated. Then, a pitch-black finger pressed down from the crumbling sky. There was no escape, no resistance. Even the strongest would be a joke against that finger."
"You were defeated?" Chen Huaian frowned.
Emperor Jiang remained silent, only reaching out to grab the soul-soothing nail in the middle of his forehead.
He tried his best to pull out the soul-suppressing nail. He roared and struggled, but it was all in vain.
He collapsed limply, gradually decaying into ashes.
"I, failed..."
Emperor Jiang looked at Chen Huaian, his head half turned to ashes and burning with cold ghost fire.
"In countless reincarnations, I have slain countless those who attempted to challenge Heaven's Might, proving that my failures were not accidental. I dare not challenge Heaven's Might again, I dare not see that eye and that finger again. This is my sin, and also my cowardice."
"You're different." His jaw opened and closed, making vague, intermittent sounds.
"I beg you to take my sword and save the people of the world—"
The remaining flames engulfed the head, and it exploded into ashes.
In the ashes, the final roar of the Corpse King Di Jiang echoed, and it lingered in the empty Demon Locking Tower.
"Kill—! Heaven—!"
…
The Corpse King Di Jiang disappeared completely.
Only the Shenjiang Sword was left lying quietly among the ashes.
The sword blade was flowing with coldness, and the sword body seemed to have stars flowing, as if reflecting the scene of drawing the Tianhe River to irrigate the world.
"Why bother?" Chen Huaian picked up the complete version of the Shenjiang Sword, "We can definitely sit down and talk it over."
Although Di Jiang did not explain what happened after he was suppressed.
But I can almost guess a general idea.
He was nailed to the Soul-Suppressing Nail and became a running dog of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and a minion of the gods.
The Shenjiang Sword left behind by the Corpse King is the complete version of the Shenjiang Sword, and is of the same grade as the Black Scale Sword, both of which are top-grade spiritual treasures.
"That's all."
Chen Huaian sighed and stroked the sword gently: "What if I kill that day for you? Just consider it as revenge for the suffering of that creature."
He put the Shenjiang Sword into the space ring.
The Corpse King Di Jiang died, and the demon dragon and demon tiger were also dealt with.
What about the ferocious beasts in the lower level of the Demon Locking Tower?
When Chen Huaian was thinking about this, a heavy gasp suddenly sounded behind him.
He turned his head suddenly and saw a green-skinned beast shaped like a tiger but with huge fangs crawling not far away.
A pair of eyes filled with cruelty and brutality stared at him without blinking.
Chen Huaian gripped his sword tightly, ready for another fight.
But the green-skinned beast had no intention of attacking.
"My name is Taowu." The green-skinned beast stood up and walked over step by step. "I am the guardian of the lower level and the skylight of this Demon Locking Tower."
"I saw the fight between you and that old fellow Di Jiang, and I am willing to sacrifice my demon soul."
Taowu paused and said calmly, "I can feel that Qiongqi also loves you, the heir of the Dragon Soul."
Chen Huaian was shocked.
When he was fighting with Emperor Jiang just now, this ferocious beast was watching nearby.
Doesn't that mean that as long as this ferocious beast moves and joins forces with Emperor Jiang, he will be dead today?!
Fortunately, both the ferocious beast and the corpse king are of high status and position, and they are more martial.
"You don't want to fight with me?" Chen Huaian tilted his head.
The sudden friendliness of the beast made him feel a little uneasy.
"You are not my opponent." Taowu raised his paw to pick his nose and said lightly: "I can control the emotions of all living beings.
Make them irritable and angry, make the friendly ones evil, and make the evil ones lose their minds.
"There are tens of thousands of monsters outside the Demon Locking Tower. If they were to trap you here, even if you fought your way out, you would be exhausted. If I intervened, what chance would you have of winning?"
Chen Huaian thought about it.
But he would go back to Cangyun Realm, rest for a while, and come back in peak condition again.
As soon as the sect summons CD arrives, I'll get the 녈꿛 out.
By then, even Taowu will be beaten.
What are the chances of winning?
Isn’t that 100%!
However, he was too lazy to argue with Taowu about this and gave the ferocious beast some face. Since the other party cooperated obediently, he would not sabotage it.
He immediately took out the purple gold bottle and pointed it at Taowu, "Hey! That ferocious beast, do you dare to answer me when I call you?!"
Taowu looked at Chen Huaian and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Or, let's fight again!"
…
…
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
