There are countless geniuses in the world of cultivation, but only my junior sister Sha Diao

"boom--"

A huge, muffled thud suddenly rang out, and a figure flew out of mid-air, crashing into a tree and breaking dozens of trees before finally stopping the terrifying recoil.

At the same time, a sword light pierced the sky.

"Fang Jinxing!"

An angry and furious roar rang out. The Demon Emperor, with his thick skin and tough flesh, paused briefly before quickly getting up and smashing the attack aimed at his face with his fist.

Fang Jinxing stood in the void, his expression showing no surprise. After all, the demon race was known for its strength, and the demon emperor was even more so. He didn't expect to knock the other party into old age dementia with just one blow.

The spirit sword flew back into his hand, and he attacked again without hesitation.

Beneath the impenetrable rain of swords, the Demon Emperor's massive body trembled violently.

Angry.

Although he didn't suffer any fatal injuries thanks to his strong physique, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and his already long and messy hair was instantly shattered by the sword energy, looking like it had been chewed by a dog.

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated; this is an insult to a beast!

The Demon Emperor suddenly raised its limbs and charged straight out of the sword aura encirclement. Then, its eyes flashed and its thick, powerful tail lashed out like a steel blade.

If anyone else had been hit by that force, they would probably have turned into a puddle of mud in the next second.

Fang Jinxing sneered, having long been prepared for his underhanded tactics. He spun his spirit sword and slashed down with force.

"Ow—"

The Demon Emperor's screams shook heaven and earth.

A severed tail fell to the ground, spurting out blood, which could be faintly seen still pulsating.

The Demon King's large, vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and he glared fiercely at Fang Jinxing, "You wretch!"

For some demon races, the tail is still very important.

The pain of losing a tail is no exaggeration.

Fang Jinxing, who was delighted with his new title: "..."

Two words that have no offensive power.

After all, every sword cultivator in the cultivation world is called a "sword man".

Before becoming the sect leader, in those less stable years, Fang Jinxing also traveled the world with his sword.

In other words, the Demon Emperor's insults had no effect on him.

The cultivators of the Free and Unfettered Path follow their own hearts, so Fang Jinxing twirled his sword and said, "Useless."

Demon Emperor: "..."

The two fought their way out of the space. Both were at the Tribulation Transcending stage, and although their injuries looked serious, neither could easily kill the other unless something unexpected happened.

Previously, only the Demon Lord had been beaten so badly, but ever since that useless Demon Lord met his end, it was the Demon Emperor himself who was fighting Fang Jinxing.

It's quite bald.

In the time it took to exchange blows, the excruciating pain gradually subsided. A cold glint flashed in the Demon King's eyes as the severed tail on his back gradually healed and soon a brand new tail grew back.

Fang Jinxing narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped the hilt of his sword with his fingertip.

Only a few powerful demons among the demon race possess regenerative abilities.

His sword strike was indeed ruthless enough. The moment the new tail grew out, the Demon Emperor withdrew it behind his back and glanced at the sword in his hand with a slightly tense expression.

Having managed to hold the position of sect leader of the number one sect for so many years, Fang Jinxing certainly has some ability.

Although the Demon Emperor was all brawn and no brains, he wasn't entirely brainless. Having suffered such a great loss, he naturally wanted to get revenge elsewhere. He grinned slightly, his smile sinister, and said, "I heard that one of your disciples died."

Gu Xia's self-destruction caused quite a stir; not only in the cultivation world, but even the Demon Emperor heard about it during the battle.

"What a pity," he said insincerely. "Please accept my condolences."

He was met with several sword energies suddenly unleashed by Fang Jinxing, their power terrifying.

Even though the Demon Emperor was prepared, he inevitably lost even more hair.

Ahhhh, his hair!

His few remaining hairs!

New and old grudges surged up, and the Demon Emperor, driven by malice, said, "Your Taiyi Sect would be better off handing over that brat's body sooner rather than later, so that these cultivators won't have to sacrifice themselves needlessly."

"Perhaps I can even have someone leave you an arm as a souvenir."

He considered himself a generous and kind demon emperor; listen to that, he's too kind.

If it were that useless piece of trash, the former Demon Lord, he probably wouldn't have done it at all.

Fang Jinxing was amused by his inexplicable self-confidence.

"Trying to take advantage of my disciple?"

In an instant, he shifted his longsword to the side, and countless sword energies shot out, falling from the Demon Emperor's head with lightning speed.

It has become a self-contained cage.

"You too?"

As the voice faded, a chill swept through the air.

The Demon Emperor, with his enormous body, was inevitably hit, and the pain caused his expression to contort.

broken.

Not only did they fail to regain their composure, but it seems they actually angered the person.

Under the relentless barrage of attacks, the Demon King writhed in agony, blood and hair flying everywhere, screams and deafening noises echoing all around.

Sword cultivators are indeed a bunch of lunatics!

*

Gu Xia finished speaking.

That terrifying pressure, unique to those in the Tribulation Transcending stage, permeated the entire arena.

Qu Yimian's head felt like it had been hit hard by a hammer, and she looked incredulous.

How, how could this happen?

She tried to convince herself that it was just an illusion, or a tactic that had been deceiving people all along.

But the perceptions we get from our senses don't lie; Qu Yimian's slender fingers began to tremble uncontrollably.

Her mind was filled with only one piece of information at that moment—

How could Gu Xia possibly be undergoing tribulation?

The disciples who came along had already been shocked, so they were mentally prepared and remained calm.

However, apart from Qu Yimian, the most shocked person was Yue Ming himself.

"She, she, she..."

The usually eloquent Sect Master Yue could barely utter a complete sentence. He turned his head in a daze and saw the unsurprised expressions on the faces of his disciples. His voice suddenly became louder.

"You all know she's undergoing tribulation?"

Gu Lanyi paused for a moment before realizing that she had forgotten to inform her master beforehand.

He pursed his lips guiltily, then used Ye Suian's previous words and made a gesture.

"Actually, I only knew a little bit earlier than you."

Yue Ming: "..."

Is this first disciple still worth keeping?

……