One person: I, Daoist Master, am a cultivator of immortality!

Seeing Sun Yao approaching, Lü Ci made up his mind and unleashed all the remaining Qi in his attack.

This punch appeared no different from ordinary Ruyi Jin, but the immense power it contained far surpassed anything seen before. This punch pierced through the ground, and even Eita Nikaido could only unleash a wave of red Qi from his entire body and swing his sword downwards, hoping to neutralize the punch through a head-on collision.

However, the force of this punch sent Eita Nikaido flying high into the air.

"It's now!"

Lu Ci shouted, and the Tang Clan members immediately understood, hurling countless poisoned needles, daggers, and throwing knives at Nikaido Eita. The Tang Clan assassins, having spotted their opportunity, didn't care whether Sun Yao intended to attack; their motto was always to seize the chance to kill their enemies.

However, Eita Nikaido, suspended in mid-air, showed no sign of panic; instead, he wore a strange smile. He forcefully swung his sword to his right, the shockwave from the blade causing him to change direction mid-air.

He successfully teleported in mid-air, not only dodging the Tang Clan's hidden weapons but also landing on the other side of the cave wall.

"Yay! Although I enjoy the feeling of killing you, it's best to do it one by one, otherwise this pleasure comes too quickly and can't last. Hahahaha!"

Eita Nikaido was speaking Japanese that Sun Yao and the others couldn't understand, but from his last few laughs, Sun Yao could tell that this guy was a crazy lunatic.

No sooner had Sun Yao concluded that this guy was insane than this guy charged at Sun Yao, wielding the demon sword Hirumaru. Perhaps it was because he saw Sun Yao standing in the most prominent position in the crowd, or perhaps for some other reason, but he chose to attack Sun Yao first.

Seeing this, the Tang Clan members all wanted to provide support. After all, the Tang Clan had never chosen a one-on-one situation when they could form a circus. However, Si Teng stopped them. Si Teng knew that Sun Yao wanted to cause a ruckus this time, so he didn't intend to spoil his fun, nor did he want anyone else to spoil his fun.

Sun Yao smiled as he watched Nikaido Eita rush towards him. Eita's demon sword was less than a centimeter away from his forehead, but the invincible demon sword Hirumaru could no longer advance.

That thin layer of golden light acted like an insurmountable barrier, preventing the demon sword Hiruma from falling any further. Eita Nikaido repeatedly unleashed red energy waves, attempting to use this power to propel the demon sword forward even by a fraction.

But no matter how many times he tried, all he got was disappointment. Even though the thin layer of golden light was only one centimeter thick, his invincible demonic blade just couldn't go any further.

"You've played long enough, it's my turn now."

Sun Yao extended his right index and middle fingers and pinched the demon sword Hiruma. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he slammed Nikaido Eita, who was holding the demon sword Hiruma, against the cave wall.

Although Sun Yao was holding the blade of Hirumaru between his two fingers, it didn't affect his ability to deal with Nikaido Eita. After throwing Nikaido Eita against the cave wall, he casually flicked the demon sword Hirumaru out of his hand.

"Everyone says you're a master with a knife, but you can't even hold it properly. How are you supposed to use a knife?"

As Sun Yao spoke, he formed his right hand into a claw and forcefully sucked in the demon sword Hirumaru. The moment Sun Yao touched the demon sword, unimaginable evil thoughts began to erode his spiritual consciousness.

No wonder everyone who comes into contact with this demonic sword becomes its slave. It would be a good thing if any normal person didn't go insane after being subjected to this level of mental shock.

Unless one is a specialist in cultivating spiritual power or a master of Buddhist teachings, no one can easily defeat this demonic sword. Over hundreds of years, this demonic sword has slaughtered countless beings, and its spirit has long since become an evil entity. Anyone who attempts to control this demonic sword will ultimately be controlled by this evil spirit and become its slave.

Even on this vast land of China, perhaps only the Quanzhen Dragon Gate Sect and the Zhuge family are capable of controlling this demonic blade. Of course, the Zhuge family should be in quotes here, because only a Zhuge family sorcerer who can control the Samadhi True Fire is qualified to touch this demonic blade.

Of course, Taoists of the Quanzhen Longmen School don't need to worry about this. The Yang Shen they cultivate is specifically for training the strength of the soul. When they cultivate to a certain level, they can withstand attacks with their Yang Shen without any problems, and naturally they can become immune to external evils.

However, the evil spirit of this mere demon blade was still too inexperienced for Sun Yao. The evil spirit's ability to affect his mind was suppressed before it could even cause him the slightest disturbance.

The evil spirit's murmurs had no effect on him whatsoever. Sun Yao's spiritual sense directly sealed the entire demon sword, and then he applied a soul-locking talisman, which instantly fell silent.

"Little thing, let's see how you struggle this time." Sun Yao tapped the blade of the demon sword Hirumaru with his finger, then put the demon sword into his treasure pouch with satisfaction.

After acquiring the demon sword, Sun Yao looked once more at Nikaido Eita, whom he had tossed aside. Nikaido Eita lay there unconscious like a dead dog. Frankly, without this demon sword, Nikaido Eita wouldn't be considered a strongman at all.

He was just a sword slave; Sun Yao didn't even consider him worthy of his attention. If he were someone of importance, he wouldn't have become a slave to this demonic sword. Sun Yao grabbed his foot and casually tossed him in front of Lü Ci.

“Lu Ci, doesn’t this guy have a blood feud with you for killing your brother? I’ll hand him over to you to deal with, which will also fulfill one of your wishes.”

Sun Yao directly gave Nikaido Eita to Lü Ci, who was overjoyed. He had thought he would probably not have a chance to deal with him after this battle, but unexpectedly, Sun Yao chose to help him and gave him a chance to get revenge.

Lu Ci pulled Nikaido Eita along and headed towards the cave next to them, also borrowing Old Master Tang's knife as he went.

"Don't go too far, we'll wait for you here."

"Okay, don't worry."

Sun Yao reminded him, and he responded. The others, including Sun Yao, rested there for the time being. About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Lü Ci returned carrying a bundle. Judging from the blood seeping from the bundle, it was likely that Nikaido Eita's head was inside.

Lu Ci, who was originally dressed in white, was now splattered with blood, just like he had been in front of the Tang Clan's gate.