Chapter 159: What Realm? Still Daring to Recite Poetry?
“ng… Changqing?!” Mo Xiaoyu was stunned.
That previous sword strike was from ng Changqing!
This was Sword Twenty, which could only be executed when “Great Evolution Twenty-Three Swords” was mastered!
ng Changqing had already mastered it in such a short ti, possibly less than a month, while she was still at the beginner level.
Strictly speaking, her progress was already fast since it was an incredibly profound Heaven-level sword technique.
But compared to ng Changqing, the gap was absurdly large.
Mo Xiaoyu suddenly felt like maybe he was the true innate sword body, and she was the fake one.
Whoosh!
In the next second, an even more shocking scene occurred.
Demonic energy surged, and countless black chains appeared, refining the three demons.
“Demonic energy!” Mo Xiaoyu was startled and instinctively wanted to draw her sword, thinking ng Changqing was possessed by a demon.
But she quickly sensed sothing was off.
ng Changqing’s demonic energy was pure, without any negative emotions, completely different from the demons.
Moreover, if he was possessed, she would be the one dying, not the three demons.
Though young, her mind occasionally worked well.
“You didn’t draw your sword. I thought you would mistake for a demon,” ng Changqing absorbed the three wisps of demonic energy, then turned around, a smile appearing on his cold face.
“Hmph!” Mo Xiaoyu’s face suddenly turned red.
She realized ng Changqing was shirtless, revealing his perfect muscle contours.
At this mont, though ng Changqing lacked his usual elegance, he was particularly attractive, especially with his cold and stern face, deep eyes like stars, and an incredibly confident and domineering aura, as if nothing in the world could stop him.
“What, you have nothing to say because I was right?” ng Changqing’s lips curved slightly.
“No!” Mo Xiaoyu snapped back to reality, quickly collecting her scattered thoughts, and pouted, “Why do you have demonic energy?”
“It’s a secret. Rember to keep it for ,” ng Changqing raised a finger to his lips in a hush gesture.
“What do I get in return?” Mo Xiaoyu seized the opportunity to extort, her eyes sparkling.
“I saved your life and haven’t asked you for anything yet,” ng Changqing lightly tapped Mo Xiaoyu’s forehead.
Ouch!
Mo Xiaoyu imdiately covered her forehead, speechless.
It seed reasonable.
“But as your uncle, I’ll give you sothing nice,” ng Changqing took out two wisps of demonic energy from his storage ring, planning to give them to the sect anyway.
Letting Mo Xiaoyu try them first was no problem.
“What is this?” Mo Xiaoyu was curious.
She had never seen demonic energy, but her consciousness in the sea of awareness showed a craving, indicating it was sothing good.
“Demonic energy,” ng Changqing replied.
“Demonic energy?!” Mo Xiaoyu exclaid, rembering her master ntioning that it was the best cultivation resource for Divine Attainnt Realm warriors but difficult to refine.
She didn’t expect ng Changqing to have it.
“Is it really for ?” Mo Xiaoyu rubbed her hands together.
“Of course, but you have to call uncle.”
“Uncle!” Mo Xiaoyu didn’t hesitate, having called him that many tis before.
She had no ntal barriers left.
ng Changqing was speechless.
He thought she would be shy for a while but didn’t expect her to agree so quickly.
Boring.
He handed the demonic energy to Mo Xiaoyu.
After absorbing it, her eyes shone like bright lights in the dark, staring at ng Changqing.
“Uncle, my good uncle, can I have more?” Tasting the benefit, Mo Xiaoyu shalessly hugged ng Changqing’s leg, using the exclusive child skill with pitiful puppy eyes, a soft, sweet voice, and shaking.
“I want more~” Her cute big eyes were very persuasive.
Even ng Changqing was ‘seriously affected’.
He lightly coughed and ‘disdainfully’ tossed down several more wisps, which were useless to him now.
Mo Xiaoyu happily squinted her eyes like crescent moons.
Boom!
At this mont, a terrifying aura swept from afar, far surpassing any previous demon they had encountered!
“A Level 5 peak demon. A true big shot,” ng Changqing’s lips curved.
He had lost count of how many demons he had killed, but over ten Level 5 low-tier and mid-tier demons, equivalent to over ten Divine Attainnt Realm warriors, was a significant loss for any force.
Although the incoming presence was strong and imposing, as long as it wasn’t Level 6, ng Changqing didn’t care.
He was nearly invincible within the Divine Attainnt Realm.
Unlike others, he welcod more such demons.
“Uncle,” Mo Xiaoyu’s deanor changed, her face serious.
This demon was much stronger than the previous ones.
“Don’t worry, stand aside,” ng Changqing patted her head.
For the first ti, Mo Xiaoyu didn’t resist.
“I can help,” she said earnestly.
“Relax, in this realm, I’m invincible,” ng Changqing’s black hair fluttered in the wind, his handso face showing a confident smile, srizing Mo Xiaoyu for a mont.
“All seen in the demon soil are dead souls, blood pointing to reincarnation without salvation,” a cold voice echoed in the sky, seemingly from all directions.
Amidst the demonic energy, a figure slowly appeared, wearing a black robe, hands behind his back, blood-red eyes exuding a chilling coldness.
Level 5 peak demon.
“My na is Duoming. Human, you may surrender,” the demon’s expression was indifferent, as if he had already decided ng Changqing’s fate.
“What realm are you at, still reciting poetry? Are you preparing your own epitaph?” ng Changqing took a step forward, facing the demon from a distance.
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