Chapter 160: You Actually Dare to Say My Poem… Is Ordinary?!
As the words fell, the world fell silent.
Duoming’s face froze for a mont and then turned grim.
“Human, you are very bold. Do you think killing a few insignificant beings makes you invincible?” Duoming’s eyes glowed with demonic light, accompanied by strange sounds.
However, it had no effect on ng Changqing, as thirty percent of his sword intent resonated in his mind, shattering all evil.
Mo Xiaoyu, on the other hand, struggled.
Her face turned pale instantly.
“Leave,” ng Changqing frowned.
He could handle this demon, but Mo Xiaoyu could not.
“Okay,” Mo Xiaoyu nodded, understanding that staying would only hinder ng Changqing and might beco his weakness.
She decisively took out the Abyss Token, infused her soul power, and quickly disappeared from the Demon Abyss.
Duoming ignored Mo Xiaoyu’s departure.
In his eyes, ng Changqing was the real key, the culprit behind recent deaths in his clan. Capturing him was essential to report back to his ancestor.
Outside the Demon Abyss, Mo Xiaoyu’s figure gradually appeared.
Seeing this, everyone around breathed a sigh of relief.
With her safe, there were no casualties, except for the sect’s young master still inside.
“Did you see the young master?” the Grand Elder asked directly.
“Yes, we encountered a Level 5 peak demon. The young master told to leave first,” Mo Xiaoyu replied.
Rembering ng Changqing’s request for secrecy, she said nothing about the demonic energy.
A Level 5 peak demon!
Everyone gasped.
Such a demon was as powerful as a peak Divine Attainnt Realm warrior, just a step away from the Life and Death Realm.
Even if the young master was strong, he couldn’t possibly be a match for such a demon!
“Should we go in?” Xu Lingyue, controlling the formation nearby, asked.
“The young master is not a fool. If he can’t win, he will naturally leave. Besides, he is no ordinary person,” the Grand Elder thought and said.
Hearing this, everyone could only fix their eyes on the rift.
In the sky, the wind howled, and demonic clouds rolled.
Duoming didn’t hesitate and launched an attack.
“Divine Demon Dance!” The sa move, but Duoming was far stronger than Dos.
Countless demonic shadows appeared, with large hands falling towards ng Changqing. Duoming’s eyes showed confidence.
As ntioned earlier, he was not an ordinary Level 5 demon and was close to advancing to Level 6.
Even his initial demonic talent could crush a re fourth-level Divine Attainnt Realm human warrior.
However, in the next second, a terrifying sharp force surged.
A gigantic sword rose from the ground, embodying supre sword intent.
Simultaneously, a dazzling sword light slashed out, dividing heaven and earth.
“Sword… Twenty!”
The “Emperor Sword Sutra: Great Evolution Twenty-Three Swords” beca more exquisite and powerful with each subsequent move.
Unlike other Heaven-level martial arts, the “Emperor Sword Sutra” primarily required comprehension, as it mainly utilized the power of sword montum and sword intent, focusing on ntal attacks.
Thus, it seed not to need resources, but the threshold was extrely high.
How many people could truly possess martial montum and martial intent?
“What?!” Duoming’s face changed.
He had never seen such a terrifying sword intent.
Just looking at it made his consciousness feel like it was splitting.
The most critical part was that gigantic sword, which was a rare supre sword intent, not a prototype but thirty percent mastery!
“This is not just a top human genius, but a world-defying monster!” All of Duoming’s contempt vanished, replaced by solemnity.
In the demon realm, he was considered a top genius, but far from being a world-defying monster.
Such a being’s combat power was unimaginable!
No wonder he had killed so many Level 5 demons!
How could such a powerful talent erge from the weak South Spirit State?
No ti to think, Duoming quickly focused, defending against the sword.
Boom!
On contact, he was forced back hundreds of ters, barely stopping.
“Heaven-level sword technique!” Duoming took a deep breath, wiping blood from his mouth. Only a Heaven-level technique, especially one involving ntal attacks, could hurt him.
“Not bad, you blocked it,” ng Changqing smiled, showing excitent. “Until now, no demon has blocked my sword. You barely qualify to recite poetry. But your poem is quite ordinary. Rember to revise it in your next life.”
Duoming could tolerate the earlier words, but the last sentence made his hands clench.
Just ordinary?!
As the most talented poet in his clan, this was his proudest work, ant to be his title after reaching Level 6 or even Level 7.
Being called ordinary was a thousand tis more humiliating than defeat!
“Even if you are a world-defying monster, you will stay here today!” Duoming was utterly enraged.
His eyes beca two blood-red suns, emitting endless demonic light.
“Eyes of Perdition: Ten Thousand Demon Mountains!” This was a pure ntal attack, visualizing ancient objects and transforming them with imnse ntal power, accompanied by imnse power.
The sky darkened, filled with ancient mountains, exuding overwhelming oppression, seemingly able to crush the world.
“Good!” ng Changqing was not afraid but delighted.
He needed such a pressure-inducing opponent to fully unleash his sword techniques and comprehend the final move, Sword Twenty-Three!
The most powerful and difficult move in the “Emperor Sword Sutra,” even Mo Shukuang hadn’t mastered it.
According to the sutra, mastering this sword could shatter the heavens and earth!
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