Deep in the cave, the air in the underground supermarket was filled with a sense of tension.
The superhumans were divided into two camps, poised for battle.
The Talisman Sect, God Creation Organization, and Xie Qilin were on the sa side.
The Security Administration, Shu Mountain, Zhang Xiaoyi, Ye Fan, and Monkey were on the opposite side.
The two groups were evenly matched.
One has to admire Xie Qilin, that Scholar Cheng Hua has so skills.
Clearly coming alone, yet he managed to enlist two factions to fight alongside him.
In fact, Xie Qilin was even the temporary leader of the two factions.
Because both the Talisman Sect and the God Creation Organization thought the other was Xie Qilin’s reinforcents.
No one dared to offend Xie Qilin at this life-and-death mont.
Xie Qilin stood on the reef and spoke softly:
"Nuannuan!"
The towering figure of the Eight-foot Bride appeared ahead, just half a head shorter than Xie Qilin:
"Husband."
Xie Qilin pointed at Zhang Xiaoyi:
"Kill!"
With a fierce roar from the Eight-foot Bride, a grand lee broke out.
The Eight-foot Bride faced off against Zhang Xiaoyi.
Han Hai faced off against Ye Fan.
Possessing spiritual power and elevated combat power, Lilith faced off against Heartless Little Monkey.
Lilith liked this monkey a lot, gifting her superhuman monkey to her father, who would surely like it.
The Talisman Sect disciples clashed with Shu Mountain disciples and Security Administration administrators.
The battle intensified, firelight and lightning flashes filled the air. Talismans flew, blades and swords flashed.
The superhumans beca even more calm and composed.
They all understood, whoever could seize the opportunity, or even live, depended on who was more relentless!
Xie Qilin bit his teeth, secretly swearing.
If he couldn’t kill those few, and managed to return alive, he would definitely form a superhuman organization!
Then, he would kill all those bastards whose fate was intertwined with his!
Fortunately, the Eight-foot Bride did not disappoint Xie Qilin.
The Eight-foot Bride confronted Zhang Xiaoyi alone, Zhang Xiaoyi quickly fell to a disadvantage, struggling to resist.
Xie Qilin’s eyes shone with delight, reaching out to Nuannuan and shouted:
"Nuannuan! Kill the Daoist! I will marry you when I return! There will be eight sedan chairs, and a grand celebration!"
Xie Qilin’s words were like a stimulant to the Eight-foot Bride.
The Eight-foot Bride scread, her surging ghost qi beca even more intense, Zhang Xiaoyi’s lightning nearly drowned out by the ghost qi.
To know, Xie Qilin’s path was safe, arriving here effortlessly.
Zhang Xiaoyi fought his way here using spiritual power.
Having expended so much spiritual power, Zhang Xiaoyi was no match against the Eight-foot Bride now.
Suddenly, a ghostly purple light pierced the darkness of the cave, all felt a blinding glare.
Accompanied by an ear-splitting wind screeching, a giant sword crashed into the battle circle like a teor.
It stabbed perfectly between the Eight-foot Bride and Zhang Xiaoyi, embedding into the stone floor!
Everyone uniformly stopped fighting, simultaneously looking up.
In mid-air above the sea, a black-clad long-haired youth trembled all over.
The Demon Snake sensed its owner’s anger, uneasily coiling, flicking its tongue, and hissing.
The black-clad long-haired youth reluctantly gazed at the giant sword:
"Why, why won’t you submit to !
What kind of restriction did he place on you!"
This Demon Sword was embedded with Li Yang’s magic circle restriction, Crow simply couldn’t unlock it.
Without breaking this restriction, it was impossible to control the Demon Sword and use its extraordinary power!
Heartless Little Monkey called out adorably to the sky:
"Big Brother! Forget that broken sword! Your two younger brothers are about to be bullied to death!"
Crow suddenly erupted with intense killing intent, coldly staring at Little Monkey:
"Who dares to touch the prince decreed by !"
Logically, if Crow called himself the king, then he was the prince himself.
Actually, Crow calling himself the king was just because it sounded nice.
He believed he was of the emperor.
Little Monkey pointed recklessly among the crowd:
"It’s her! It’s him, and him, him, him!"
Crow laughed angrily:
"Alright, alright, a re sword opposes , and you dare to defy !"
Crow transford a palm into claws, the Demon Snake instantly inflated, morphing into a giant black snake, attacking the individuals Lilith and Little Monkey pointed at.
The Talisman Sect disciples stood no chance against Crow.
Where the Demon Snake passed, it took the life of a Talisman Sect disciple or God Creation Organization mber.
Lilith dodged the Demon Snake in fright.
She recalled the fear dominated by that woman who claid to be the Black Queen.
The sa manipulation of a flood dragon, equally terrifying!
How could Xia Country be so horrifying!
Xie Qilin roared:
"Nuannuan, forget Zhang Xiaoyi, kill that birdman!"
The Eight-foot Bride shrieked and lunged at the sky.
Crow widened his eyes:
"You call a birdman?!"
The Demon Snake hissed, charging at the Eight-foot Bride’s back.
The Eight-foot Bride was no match for the Demon Snake, heavily crashed to the ground, her body becoming semi-transparent, ghost qi diluted.
Xie Qilin shouted in alarm:
"Nuannuan!"
Crow looked down at the injured Eight-foot Bride:
"You are his creation, considered of the sa vein as , I won’t kill you."
This statent was like a thudding thunder in the hearts of several superhumans who experienced the ancient tomb relics.
They all knew, the Eight-foot Bride was a powerful person from before the Tang Dynasty!
Only the Eight-foot Bride was sealed for too long, going insane, sohow seized by Xie Qilin.
Is this black-clad long-haired youth also a person from before the Tang Dynasty?!
Could it be...he is also of Hell?!
Such an ancient power!
No wonder he always referred to himself as the king, no modern person calls themselves that!
Han Hai imdiately knelt down:
"Great King! It was all a misunderstanding!"
The scene turned bizarre.
Due to Crow’s existence alone, everyone lost their will to fight, rendering the battle unnecessary.
While everyone’s thoughts and eyes focused on Crow, Wei Ming kept his gaze locked on the Demon Sword.
He began breathing heavily, moving slowly towards the Demon Sword.
No one prioritized the Demon Sword, thinking if even the ancients couldn’t unlock it, how could they possibly control it?
Yet Wei Ming needed that Demon Sword!
As long as he obtained the Demon Sword, he could beco a senior administrator in the Security Administration!
Power, status, he would have it all!
Wei Ming hoped to make sothing of himself, supporting his sister!
He absolutely wouldn’t allow his sister to live so humbly in the Liu Family.
Furthermore, why should the Imperial Capital only have four major families, and not a fifth Wei Family?!
A hundred years later, descendants would record:
"Wei Family’s old ancestor Wei Ming seized the clan’s Demon Sword from ancient strongn in the relics, establishing a superhuman family!"
Wei Ming looked at the Demon Sword, sweat forming on his nose tip, his mind racing.
Did any fantasy novels describe how to gain recognition from a spiritual artifact?
He knew nothing else, relying on countless fantasy novels accumulated from ten years as a bookworm, he ca to this position.
At this mont, all he had were those fantasy novels in his brain.
Suddenly, Wei Ming recalled sothing!
Recognition?!
Yes! Recognition!
Spiritual artifacts without owners require a blood recognition!
Could it be that just a blood drop would work?
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