Inside the Sword Tomb, the Demonic Cultivators were dumbfounded, staring at the scene before them, disbelief etched on every face!
Those among them who used swords had completely lost their weapons. No matter how they tried to control them with their Divine Sense, they couldn't retrieve their swords. Even… even the Demon Sword had joined them, willingly becoming one among thousands…
“No! Demon Sword, my master is still waiting for your return to the Devil Realm!” The Demonic Cultivator holding the Demon Sword exclaimed!
Their purpose was to retrieve the Former Demon Venerable's sword from a thousand years ago. The new Demon Venerable had long coveted the Demon Sword. Two months ago, the Demon Sword suddenly responded to them, causing the Demon Venerable great joy. They were determined to take the Demon Sword back from the Myriad Swords Sect Sword Tomb!
Now… the Demon Sword had abandoned them!
All the swords had gathered together. They seemed to sense Tian Ning's Rage, and that invisible Oppressive Pressure intimidated all the Devil Race present. In mid-air, they gradually formed an enormous sword!
“What… what is going on?” A shocked Demonic Cultivator spoke.
“Have those swords gone mad?!”
“Old Thing, quickly retrieve your sword!” A Female Demonic Cultivator wielding a whip said to the Elder Demonic Cultivator beside her.
“No… I can't…”
“Leader, why do I feel like my Deathly Sword… seems happy?” A Demonic Cultivator looked dazedly at the leading Male Demonic Cultivator, his face a mixture of bewilderment and incomprehension: “But it’s clearly my sword…”
The leading Male Demonic Cultivator stared fixedly at the scene before him. There was only one possibility for such a sight—
“Innate Sword Bone!! She… she has an Innate Sword Bone…”
With her own strength, she commanded ten thousand swords to serve her…
But even with an Innate Sword Bone, the young woman was only at the Qi Condensation stage!
In the Sword Tomb, where swords were once scattered everywhere, now it was empty. Every sword in the Sword Tomb had come.
They were willing to be at her command!
“She cannot be allowed to live…”
This was just her before she had fully grown.
If such a Genius was allowed to continue growing, she would surely become the sharpest sword in the hands of the Six Sects. At that time, the Devil Realm would face a great calamity!
“Kill her!!” The Male Demonic Cultivator shouted in a commanding voice.
However, no one responded. The giant sword was descending, and the Demonic Cultivators didn't have time to escape…
In mid-air, a young woman in pink clothing formed hand seals. Behind Tian Ning were countless swords. Spiritual Energy gathered at her fingertips. She spoke slowly: “The Devil Race has offended my Wanjian Sect today, so none of you will leave alive.”
With her as the eye, the entire Sword Tomb glowed brightly beneath her feet. Sword Qi condensed into an array, forming a dazzling sword formation that enveloped the Sword Tomb. As the giant sword fell, all the Demonic Cultivators heard the death knell, like a nightmare: “Today, Tian Ning, a Sword Guard Mountain Disciple of the Wanjian Sect, will entertain you all on behalf of the Sect Leader. The Celestial Capture Star Shift Formation begins, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin——”
The giant sword attacked the Demonic Cultivators ferociously, instantly cutting most of them in two!
Accompanied by the screams of the Demonic Cultivators, the Wanjian Sect members stared blankly at the scene. If she was the deathly Yama King in the eyes of the Demonic Cultivators, she was also a radiant being in the eyes of the Wanjian Sect disciples, their salvation in despair.
The scattered Demonic Cultivators fled in all directions, but the giant sword in the sky fell like stars from the heavens. Each sword was like a falling star, and a rain of swords fell above the Sword Tomb! There was nowhere for the Demonic Cultivators to hide, nowhere to escape!
Outside the Sword Tomb, Wanjian Sect.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the sight before them. With the Wanjian Sect at its core, swords within a hundred li seemed to have gained Spiritual Awareness, madly converging toward the Wanjian Sect.
No one was wielding them, yet they soared into the air above the Wanjian Sect, attacking the Demonic Cultivators!
“What’s going on?”
No one could believe what they were seeing. Were they… dreaming?
Not only did the suddenly appearing swords help them, but even the Wanjian Sect disciples' own swords were like this! These swords… were fighting the Demonic Cultivators themselves?
Wu Hanyan was completely baffled by this incredible situation.
What was going on? Sect Leader Xiao’s Secret Technique?
No! Didn't you see Sect Leader Xiao himself looking bewildered?
But why would these swords suddenly act like this…
However, Sect Leader Xiao seemed to finally understand something. He suddenly laughed and looked up to the heavens, completely bewildering everyone present.
As if relieved, he picked up a stick from the ground and pointed it at Wu Hanyan. He couldn't help it; his sword had gone to fight as well…
“You Demonic Cultivator scoundrels, you will not take anything away from Wanjian Sect today, because you will all die here!”
With the addition of those swords, the Wanjian Sect disciples had a clear advantage.
This caused the already disadvantaged Demonic Cultivators to collapse, fighting a disorganized retreat. Even Wu Hanyan felt uneasy, completely unprepared for the one-sided situation. Although he didn’t understand what had happened, the cunning Wu Hanyan immediately fled the battlefield.
Those Demonic Cultivators were merely pawns in his hand. Their deaths meant nothing to him.
He skillfully fled toward the back mountain of Wanjian Sect. This was the closest route out of Wanjian Sect. It was seldom used and was very safe.
But on a large banyan tree on his path, a red-haired woman sat, her feet dangling.
The moment he appeared, the woman took out a several-ton High-Grade Spirit Stone and threw it down. Her aim was excellent; she directly created a large crater where Wu Hanyan was standing.
Wu Hanyan, narrowly avoiding being hit, glared in the woman’s direction. However, when he saw her graceful figure and exquisite face, he was momentarily stunned.
The scumbag DNA ingrained in his bones activated, and he instantly transformed into a courteous gentleman, supporting himself with his hands and bowing respectfully: “I happened to be passing by this place. I wonder why the girl would attack someone like this?”
“You… wanted to harm Ningning,” the woman looked at him, tilting her head slightly like a bird. Her speech was still somewhat unskillful, but her eyes looked at him as if he were a tiny ant: “You must die.”
She gently raised her hand, and crimson flames suddenly appeared on Wu Hanyan’s body. The pain was like his Soul being burned. In a moment, he was reduced to ashes.
The woman glanced indifferently: “Uninteresting… counterfeit.”
In the Devil Realm, Wu Hanyan, who was cultivating, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
Who? Who had killed his clone!
“Left Protector… not good! Not good!!” A Demonic Cultivator rushed in, panicked: “The people we sent to the Sword Tomb Secret Realm to retrieve the Demon Sword… all… died!”
All dead…
How was this possible? Those were over a dozen Transformation God Stage Cultivators!
The Wanjian Sect at most sent two Elders and a senior Direct Disciple to accompany the new disciples. How could those people possibly defeat the ones he sent?
What exactly happened inside the Sword Tomb?
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