I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Sword Abyss is several hundred feet long and thirteen feet wide, and because of the underground river, it is bottomless.

At this moment, the water surface was churning, constantly emitting white steam.

A volcano erupted, and lava surged underground, scorching the earth and boiling rivers.

Steam and sword energy merge together, creating a dreamlike scene.

Shen Ming and his group from the Longyuan Sword Sect had a clear objective and headed straight for the center where the sword energy was most concentrated.

Soon, they saw the huge stone gate on the mountain wall.

The stone door was half-open, but no demonic cultivators from the Dragon Demon Palace could be seen outside.

Without a doubt, the Dragon Demon Palace must have set up defenses inside.

"rush!"

Wang Chao, displaying his swordsmanship skills, took the lead and charged down the mountainside into the stone gate.

The disciples of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect followed closely behind, each circulating their primordial true energy and urging their sword energy.

The robes worn by these disciples were decorated with patterns of different famous swords.

At this moment, these patterns seem to come alive, forming sharp edges all around.

Upon entering the stone hall, the demonic cultivators launched a surprise attack from the shadows, unleashing a barrage of various hidden weapons.

"Eight Styles of the Famous Sword!"

Wang Chao shouted, and countless spiritual swords appeared around his disciples, neutralizing all the attacks.

Their senior brother Linghu possessed the Eight Styles of Flying Swords, consisting of eight real flying swords.

Wang Chao and his disciples were at the second level of the Innate Realm, and could not achieve that level. These spiritual swords were the evolution of true qi.

"Impressive." Shen Ming praised sincerely. The top ten sects are indeed quite capable.

The demonic cultivators from the Dragon Demon Palace who were lying in ambush here all used swords, but none of them were a match for them.

Wang Chao can conjure eight sharp swords; if he gets too close, he can send his enemies flying in blood and gore.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten demonic cultivators from the Dragon Demon Palace died under the sword's edge.

However, this is just the beginning.

This is an entrance hall, at the end of which is a downward staircase. Huge stone pillars rise from the ground like towering trees, supporting the seemingly endless dome.

The passageways are wide and long, capable of accommodating thousands of troops.

The ground is paved with huge stone slabs, each of which seems to bear the weight of time and mysterious power.

"It's actually an underground palace! Or rather, a cave dwelling. That powerful being used his sword to plow the ground a hundred feet deep and then carved out this space underground!"

"One person wouldn't need this much; this must be the size of a sect."

"Why did the Sword Sect choose to be located underground? Without sunlight, wouldn't it feel oppressive?"

"There must be something extraordinary underground for them to build around it."

"You mean the Sword Washing Pool?"

"Probably."

The disciples of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect discussed and explored the underground palace, guided by the dense sword energy.

At this moment, Shen Ming discovered that his cultivation level was starting to weaken!

Before setting off, he consumed three century-old golden peaches in succession, intending to break through to the second level of the Divine Treasury.

As a result, he vomited up the third century-old golden peach he had eaten, and his cultivation level was stuck in the later stages.

Originally, I intended to consult the Elder of Transmission, but then the Lingzang incident happened.

Various guesses arose in Shen Ming's mind, but none of them could be confirmed.

As the team continued down, they could see lava flowing slowly and steam rising from it.

Unexpectedly, everyone felt a cool sensation.

"Look there!"

At the very bottom is a willow tree that looks like it was cast from steel, and under the tree is a small pond.

This is the Sword Cleansing Pool that sword cultivators have been longing for!

In the dim space, the Sword Washing Pool, like a dazzling pearl, quietly radiates a mysterious light.

The coolness emanates from the Sword Washing Pool, protecting this area from the effects of the volcano.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Duan Xue led nine swordsmen from the Blood Sword Sect out of the darkness.

"Duan Xue, the young sect master of the Blood Sword Sect, is at the fourth level of the Divine Treasure Realm and has mastered the Blood Demon Sword Dao. Here, he can unleash the strength of the fifth level of the Divine Treasure Realm. Beside him are the Nine Demon Sword Attendants! Like the Nine Fiend Dragons, they are the elite of the Blood Sword Sect."

Yang Mengxiao accompanied Shen Ming the whole time, explaining these things to him.

Shen Ming didn't take it seriously when he heard this, and he killed the Nine Fiend Dragons with a single shot.

“With the sword energy here, they are a whole level higher than the Nine Fiend Dragons,” Yang Mengxiao said.

"Yeah, it is indeed quite weak."

Shen Ming assumed that was what she meant and wholeheartedly agreed.

Because he also gained a significant boost, equivalent to upgrading the three great divine treasures.

Yang Mengxiao was taken aback. Was she implying that the Nine Demon Sword Servant was weak?

"You guys are so slow."

The sound of blood being cut revealed madness and evil.

"Enough with the nonsense, where are the disciples of my Dragon Abyss Sword Sect?!" Wang Chao shouted.

"Isn't it over there?" Duan Xue pointed to the Sword Washing Pool.

Countless swords were stuck in the Sword Washing Pool, but there was no one in sight.

The next second, Wang Chao's eyes widened in fury, veins bulging on his face, and he roared, "Blood Breaker, you beast!"

The other Longyuan Sword Sect disciples all saw fire.

Shen Mingding glanced at it and frowned deeply.

In the Sword Washing Pool, there are rows of spinal cord swords!

They forcibly ripped out a person's spinal cord and used it as a sword to stab into the sword-washing pool.

The bloodstains on it resembled dark red threads, emitting a nauseating stench.

Red blood droplets slowly slid off the sword and dripped into the pool, creating tiny yet chilling ripples.

These demonic cultivators are utterly depraved and deserve to die!

This scene evoked Shen Ming's original disgust and anger.

"Hehehe! That's the expression! That's the expression!!"

Duan Xue watched their expressions with a smug grin and laughed maniacally.

Wang Chao drew his sword and charged out, but the moment he drew his sword, a look of horror appeared on his face, and the eight spiritual swords around him vanished into thin air!

"You disciples of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect have polluted the Sword Cleansing Pool. As fellow disciples of the same sect, you will not benefit from this place at all. On the contrary, you will be ostracized," Duan Xue sneered.

Vicious!

The disciples of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect were visibly shaken; this person was truly unscrupulous.

"Walk."

Wang Chao gritted his teeth, wanting to tear Duan Xue to pieces, but he also knew this place was not suitable for fighting.

This is a more insidious method than any formation!

“Leave? There are eighteen disciples of your Dragon Abyss Sword Sect in our hands, eight spinal swords in the Sword Washing Pool, I don’t mind having ten more.”

Duan Xue guessed what he was planning and said, "How about this, there are ten of us here, and we will fight one-on-one with swords. If you win, you will take away a prisoner. If you lose, the Sword Washing Pool will have two more spinal swords."

The disciples of the Dragon Abyss Sword Sect had fluctuating expressions; none of them could condense sword light, and their strength was even weaker than usual.

The Nine Demon Sword Attendants of the Blood Sword Sect are empowered by sword energy.

With the balance shifting, sword fighting would undoubtedly be suicide.

However, they are sword cultivators, and they cannot stand by and watch someone die!

"I come……"

Wang Chao's gaze turned toward Duan Xue, his resolve to die was firm; he wanted to perish together with this young sect leader to give hope to the others.

"I come!"

Shen Ming stepped ahead of the Longyuan Sword Sect disciples, his cold gaze sweeping over the ten Blood Sword Sect members like a chilling wind.

"Go together, all of you."