Clang!

Luo Wufu could not remember how many times he had violently clashed with his opponent.

The person before him was the strongest he had ever encountered in his life!

And the way the opponent wielded the blade was countless times more skilled than him.

Wielding a weapon far inferior to the broken blade in his own hands, he had managed to hold his own for more than ten days, and his weapon remained intact!

But Luo Wufu had no intention of giving up; his fighting spirit was still incredibly fierce, and in his eyes... there was only this person. Killing him would mean completing his mission.

The expression on the Demon Lord's face was equally serious.

He was not arrogant, nor did he delude himself into thinking he was the number one master in the Immortal Realm. However, there weren't many throughout the Immortal Realm who could fight him for such a long time. Unexpectedly, this unprepossessing and obscure old Luo family cultivator, whose name he had never heard before, could battle with him for so long!

Generally speaking, fights between cultivators usually ended very quickly. It might last the time it takes to burn a stick of incense or the time to drink a cup of tea. Even if it went long... it typically wouldn't last more than an hour. To have a battle that lasted for more than ten days like this time was truly rare.

Even though the old cultivator relied on the advantage of the broken blade in his hand, even without this broken blade, he would definitely be a formidable enemy.

"You are an opponent worthy of respect," said the old cultivator, who suddenly spoke up in the middle of the fight. This was the first thing he had said to the Demon Lord during their ten days of combat.

The Demon Lord was taken aback for a moment before replying, "You are as well."

"If... I did not have this blade, I wouldn't be your match, and the fight would have ended long ago," stated the old cultivator.

"Saying that is pointless. Weapons are also a part of one's strength," the Demon Lord responded.

"Yes," the old cultivator sighed. "If possible, I wouldn't want to kill you."

"Kill me?" The Demon Lord raised an eyebrow, amused. "We've been fighting for more than ten days. Do you really think you can kill me?"

"Yes!" The old cultivator nodded firmly. "I still have a trump card up my sleeve... But this trump card doesn't belong to me; it belongs to this blade. Therefore, I am reluctant to use it."

"Wufu..." Luo Wucheng, who was watching from afar, spoke indifferently, "You talk too much."

"Ah..." Luo Wufu sighed softly, then said in a low voice, "My apologies."

As he spoke, the broken blade in his hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, and with a bang, it emitted an earth-shattering killing intent.

This sudden development startled the spectators around them, causing them all to retreat to an even further distance, watching Luo Wufu's side with shocked faces.

The special material of the black robe on the Demon Lord's body was instantly riddled with dozens of holes by this killing intent, and blood flowed out of these holes, soaking a large area of the robe!

Die, who was at a distance, let out a cry of alarm, "Husband!"

The Demon Lord's form swayed slightly as he exclaimed, "Such heavy murderous intent!"

"Slice!" In that instant, Luo Wufu's aura completely changed as if he were a deity towering above, wielding the broken blade in his hand, and he fiercely slashed down at the Demon Lord.

Force enough to cleave mountains!

There were no fancy movements, just this one simple strike.

But the Demon Lord's face changed drastically, for in this moment, he felt an intense sensation of death enveloping him.

"No!" Die immediately wanted to rush over but was held back by two female cultivators from Elixir Sect.

A series of crackling and snapping sounds of bones breaking emanated from the Demon Lord's body, as he was so oppressed by the killing intent of the broken blade that his bones shattered!

"Don't!" Die's tears flowed down her face.

Boom!

The heavens above erupted with an even more muffled roar as a blade... turned into a long rainbow, flying straight over.

Hum!

The broken blade in Luo Wufu's hand suddenly emitted a strong buzzing sound and then, with a swoosh... it actually broke free from Luo Wufu's grip, flying high into the sky. During this process, the handle that Luo Wufu had attached to the blade simply fell off.

The Demon Lord felt the deathly aura that had enveloped him disappear in an instant, and the pressure on his body was gone as well. Without any hesitation, he thrust his blade towards Luo Wufu's chest.

Luo Wufu, meanwhile, stood there dumbfounded, completely ignoring the Demon Lord's thrust, as if he didn't see it at all. He was oblivious to the warnings of his family members in the distance, allowing the Demon Lord's blade to pierce his chest. He just stupidly watched as the segment of the broken blade that originally belonged to him collided with the blade that had flown in from who knows where in the sky.

There were no sparks flying; the two seemed to merge together seamlessly.

Luo Wufu suddenly seemed to understand something, his eyes bursting with endless brilliance as he muttered, "So that's how it is..."

Thud!

The knife in Demon Lord's hand pierced Luo Wufu's chest.

The intense pain seemed to have partially sobered Luo Wufu, who looked down at the knife in his chest and then raised his head to the Demon Lord, "Why... why didn't you kill me?"

The Demon Lord stared deeply at him and then at the knife in the sky. Then, the Demon Lord's usually stern face suddenly revealed a faint smile, "No reason, I just didn't want to kill you!"

As the Demon Lord spoke, he gestured toward the knife in the sky.

An astonishing scene occurred that left onlookers dumbfounded—the knife that had merged with Luo Wufu's broken blade... actually flew straight toward the Demon Lord.

And then it was caught firmly in his hand.

"How is this possible?"

"What happened? Wasn't that broken blade in Luo Wufu's hand? Hadn't he been preparing a killing move with it?"

"What's the deal with the knife that came flying from Beyond Heaven? Did it devour Luo Wufu's broken blade? And was it summoned by the Demon Lord? My goodness... am I seeing things?"

Everything had changed too quickly, and everyone around was taken aback.

Except for the Demon Lord himself.

The Demon Lord put away his knife, then gently caressed its blade, murmuring, "He couldn't come, so it sent you, didn't it?"

Hum!

The knife in Demon Lord's hand emitted a humming sound.

"A divine weapon!" someone among the distant onlookers exclaimed, their face drastically changing: "This is a genuine top-tier divine weapon! This isn't just psychically attuned; it has an actual spirit!"

All the members of the Luo family had turned deathly pale. Their only reliance had been Luo Wufu and the broken blade in his hand, or more precisely, the broken blade itself.

Now, the broken blade was gone!

How could they continue this fight?

At that moment, someone seemed to recognize it and exclaimed, "The blade in the Demon Lord's hand... it seems... it seems to be Chu Mo's!"

Hiss!

From all directions, countless people gasped in shock, so startled they were at a loss for words.

"What exactly is the relationship between the Demon Lord and Chu Mo?" someone couldn't help but ask.

By then, if anyone were to say there was no connection between the Demon Lord and Chu Mo, nobody would believe it.

Glancing in the direction from which the voice had come, where a group of neutral watchers stood, the Demon Lord said indifferently, "Chu Mo is my disciple."

Boom!

This statement was like thunder shattering the silence of the sky.

Afterward, the Demon Lord moved past the stupefied Luo Wufu, who stood idle in the void, and aggressively dove toward the Luo family's side.

There, not only were there cultivators from the Luo family but also those who had desperately chased to kill him in the past and still wished to kill him now.

In the Demon Lord's eyes flickered a cold and quiet glow, "Now, it's time for us to settle our scores!"

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