This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

Wu Dang smiled bitterly to himself. He had taken advantage of the demon's underestimation of him to unexpectedly stab him with his sword.

Now that the other party is serious, I'm afraid there won't be another chance like that.

However, Wu Dang was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was secretly excited.

The "Sword of a Commoner" that he cultivated emphasized an indomitable spirit; if he himself became timid, its power would be greatly diminished.

Furthermore, a person's potential often needs to be unleashed in dire circumstances, and the doubts that arise in ordinary times may be resolved in the face of life and death.

Thinking of this, a powerful fighting spirit surged within Wu Dang, and he roared:

"come!"

Sang Qiu seemed to sense Wu Dang's change in mood, and simply smiled coldly: "You're courting death!"

With a change of hand seal, the green snakes that appeared from his hair suddenly hissed and stretched out their bodies, rushing towards Wu Dang one after another.

In an instant, countless green snakes blocked all of Wu Dang's escape routes.

Seeing the swarm of venomous snakes rushing towards him from all sides, Wu Dang knew there was no way to avoid it. In the critical moment, he suddenly pulled out his sword from the ground, raised it above his head, gathered all his inner strength, and then plunged it straight into the ground.

The instant the sword tip touched the ground, time seemed to slow down around Wu Dang's body. The ferocious venomous snakes seemed to be frozen, and the venom on their fangs seemed to stop flowing.

Then, several sword lights flashed, and all the snake heads were shredded to pieces by the sword energy.

As the snake's head was shredded, Sang Qiu's fierce attack was instantly neutralized, and his hair returned to its normal state, only noticeably shorter than before.

But Wu Dang was also in bad shape, and he involuntarily spat out another mouthful of blood. He still leaned on his sword shakily, as if he was about to collapse at any moment.

Sang Qiu vaguely sensed an invisible aura surrounding Wu Dang, within which endless sword energy crisscrossed. Anything that entered would be destroyed by that sharp sword energy, and even he, who was half-demon, would be injured by it.

Sang Qiu was clearly stunned by this move and didn't continue his attack for a moment: "What kind of move is that?"

Wu Dang chuckled: "I call it 'Sword Domain,' just a little trick I figured out by chance, nothing to brag about!"

Sang Qiu temporarily stopped, stroked his chin, and said, "Sword Domain, interesting. I'll give you another chance. If you're willing to join my Demon God Sect, everything before can be wiped clean. Not only that, I can also recommend you to the Demon God. With your talent, your future is sure to be bright..."

"Heh," Wu Dang scoffed, interrupting Sang Qiu, "Are you scared?"

If Zheng Zhuang were here, he would surely be shocked. Although the power of this move was far inferior to the "Sword Twenty-Three" he had comprehended, it was surprisingly similar in its effect.

Most importantly, Zheng Zhuang was able to comprehend this move mainly because of his "extensive knowledge" from his past life memories, coupled with his already extraordinary cultivation. Wu Dang, on the other hand, had no one to guide him and relied solely on his own martial arts to enter the Dao. It must be said that his talent in swordsmanship is terrifyingly unparalleled.

Upon hearing this, Sang Qiu immediately flew into a rage: "I saw that you have some talent and kindly offered you guidance, but I didn't expect you to refuse a toast and instead drink a forfeit. Since that's the case, then I can't let you live."

After speaking, a black mist once again emerged from Sang Qiu's body, and the mist quickly spread in all directions, engulfing Wu Dang within it.

Wu Dang felt as if he had been plunged into a claustrophobic space, unable to see or hear anything. This terrifying sense of deathly silence sent chills down his spine.

He dared not let his guard down for a moment, maintaining his "sword domain" with all his might.

He had a premonition that once the "Sword Domain" dissipated, he would face a terrible attack.

However, he was already seriously injured, and maintaining the "Sword Domain" consumed a lot of his true energy, so he couldn't hold on for much longer.

Sang Qiu had this plan in mind: the black mist contained a deadly poison, and any mortal who came into contact with even a little bit would suffer a devastating death, with their body and soul rotting away and their intestines bursting open.

When Wu Dang can no longer hold on, then deliver the fatal blow.

The members of the Demon God Cult were mostly martial artists before, and after merging with demonic power, their physiques were far stronger than those of ordinary people. Therefore, they subconsciously retained the habit of head-on confrontation during battles.

Sang Qiu thought to himself that if he were to fully transform into a demon, he would definitely be able to withstand the sword energy. However, there was clearly an easier way, so why risk his life?

As Wu Dang found himself enveloped in the black mist, his mood grew increasingly heavy. He had very little true energy left, and if the stalemate continued, there was no chance of victory.

Thinking of this, he suddenly threw his head back and laughed, his voice filled with mockery:

"You fiend! Are you afraid of your Grandpa Wu? You only dare to hide in the corner! Come on, let's fight your grandpa for another three hundred rounds! Imperial Advisor? Bah!"

Sang Qiu was naturally not provoked by these simple words, and simply watched coldly from the sidelines.

Wu Dang's performance greatly exceeded his expectations; he had never imagined that a martial artist could be this powerful.

Back then, he was also a martial artist, practicing diligently every day and constantly dueling with masters, all in pursuit of the ultimate martial arts.

But later on, no matter how much he practiced, he could no longer make any progress.

If someone had shown him a way back then, he wouldn't be in his current situation.

Sang Qiu had just had this thought when she quickly dismissed it.

Compared to true cultivators, what are martial artists? Even if someone has unparalleled talent in martial arts, they will still die by their own hand in the end.

After roaring for a while and seeing that no one paid any attention, Wu Dang realized that something was wrong.

Although he had very little internal energy left, sitting and waiting to die was not a solution.

A moment later, he gripped the hilt with both hands and yanked the sword out.

"break!"

After a roar, the "sword domain" around Wu Dang suddenly expanded, and the black mist was also pushed open.

The fog dissipated, but his body felt as if it had been torn apart, utterly powerless. He could only fall down unwillingly, yet he still couldn't bear to let go of the sword in his hand.

He ignored Sang Qiu and simply gazed at the sky. He knew he was at his limit and the outcome was already predetermined.

"The sky is so blue!" Wu Dang murmured.

He couldn't help but recall his short life, how he was born with exceptional talent and was deeply loved by his elders.

He achieved success at a young age and lived a carefree life in the martial arts world.

He was surrounded by a loving wife and daughter, and they lived a blissful life together.

However, all of this was like a mirage, destroyed by Qin Ming.

His family was destroyed, he was displaced, and from then on, he was accompanied only by his sword.

Later, he met Mr. Zheng, who saved his life, gave him a precious sword, and taught him swordsmanship.

Then, wielding a sword to slay demons and eliminate evil... I can say that I have no regrets in this life.

Finally, he sighed regretfully, "It's a pity I didn't have the chance to become your disciple."

On the other side, Sang Qiu easily blocked Wu Dang's dying counterattack. Seeing that Wu Dang could no longer move, he laughed and continued to drive the black energy toward Wu Dang: "Accept your fate! This national master will definitely make good use of your precious body."

"Don't think about it!"

Wu Dang, of course, would not let Sang Qiu succeed, so he was about to sever all the meridians in his body.