The Emperor gave too much, and the system, dissatisfied, has turned evil.

Chapter 730 Who drew my lord's sword?

Looking towards the approaching figure from the sky, tens of thousands of cultivators in the square involuntarily broke out in a cold sweat under a terrifying pressure that transcended the power system of this realm.

They all felt weak all over and wanted to collapse.

Too strong!

To shatter Lei Aotian into dust with a single slap—what kind of power would that require? Even that old madman with his seven orifices radiating soul energy couldn't do that, could he?

What a fairy!

Without a doubt, this is a true immortal from the upper realm.

Thinking of this, everyone felt even more chills and trepidation.

Even though the supreme beings of the lower realm, such as Xuanyuan Shenmo and Lei Aotian, have reached the peak of the Mahayana stage, they are still just illusory gods. Unless they formally ascend to the upper realm, they will never be immortal bodies.

The strongest illusory god, compared to a true immortal, is separated by an infinitely high ladder, their strengths are worlds apart!

And that old madman, he should also be a supreme Void God, but he's a super abnormal version of that supreme Void God. Even so, compared to a True Immortal, there's still an infinitely high ladder between them.

No matter how earth-shattering the battles are among the powerful beings in the lower realms, they are nothing more than minor skirmishes to the true immortals of the upper realms.

"Meet the Immortal."

Everyone knelt down, their hearts filled with trepidation.

Faced with the crowd kneeling in worship, the man remained expressionless, as if it were only natural, and coldly asked, "Who drew my lord, the Demon Emperor's, sword?"

"The Demon Emperor's sword?"

Everyone was bewildered. They had no experience with the world above, and had no idea who the Demon Emperor was, let alone what his blade was.

The newcomer was none other than a follower of the Demon Emperor, one of the Five Emperors, from the Upper Realm of Immortals and Demons.

War slaves!

Ten thousand years ago, in the world of immortals and demons, five emperors fought for the throne. In that epic battle, like the Soul Emperor Mo Tianshang, the Demon Emperor Chu Yan was also seriously injured.

During that great battle, his weapon, Emperor's Wrath, was lost in the mortal realm.

Not long ago, he sensed that the weapon he left behind in the lower realm had been obtained by someone, so he ordered his war slaves to go down to the lower realm to investigate who had taken his sword and whether that person was worthy of using it.

"Who pulled out the sword of my lord, the Demon Emperor?"

The war slave asked again, looking down at the tens of thousands of cultivators in the square as if they were ants, his tone domineering: "If no one answers again, don't blame me for using my punishment again."

Everyone paled in shock. "Immortal, please calm your anger."

A cultivator hurriedly and respectfully asked, "My name is Cai Zhiyin, the peak master of Tianji Peak of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect. May I ask what kind of sword you are referring to, Immortal?"

The words had barely left his mouth when, bang! The man was casually flicked by the war slave's finger, pierced through and blown to pieces.

Everyone was terrified.

Without reason or logic, they want people dead at will. In their eyes, mortals are like ants, and in the eyes of true immortals, they are also like ants.

At this moment, even the War Slave was somewhat confused.

Logically speaking, with his Taoist magic and supernatural powers, he should have been able to sense the location of the knife as soon as he arrived in this world. But strangely, he couldn't sense it at all right now.

However, his noble and high status as a true immortal from the upper realm, as well as his authority to rule this realm, must be respected.

Those who know, answer. Those who do not know, are not qualified to ask.

It's that simple.

War Slave—his name itself reveals his nature. Human nature is often like this: the lower one's social standing, the more ruthless they tend to be after rising in power. The more humble one's life in the upper realm, the more ruthless and arrogant they become in the lower realm.

"Who took the Demon Emperor's sword?"

"Step forward! Step forward now!"

"Don't get everyone into trouble."

Everyone panicked and looked around frantically.

"You mean this thing?"

A casual voice rang out, and tens of thousands of eyes turned to look, only to be shocked – it was him!

I should have realized it was him a long time ago.

Tell me, besides him, who else could attract a celestial being to this place?

A naked old man chuckled, thick black smoke billowing from his mouth. He raised his hand, and a blood-red demonic blade appeared in his hand.

The moment the blade appeared, a murderous aura surged through the space.

For a moment, this world seemed to be churning with a sea of ​​blood, as if endless white bones were piled up between heaven and earth, higher than the sky.

Upon seeing the sword, a glint of light flashed in the warrior slave's eyes.

The Emperor is enraged!

This is the Demon Emperor's sword.

"The knife is indeed here."

The war slave who had come on orders breathed a sigh of relief. Then, looking down at Li Congxin, he frowned slightly. His cultivation level...

I can't sense his level of cultivation at all; he seems too weak!

But then a look of surprise appeared on his face. Yet his appearance was nothing like that of a weak cultivator. Instead, he looked like an old demon who roamed this world, with thick soul flames emanating from his seven orifices. This was clearly the result of having just devoured the soul of a powerful cultivator.

How did he do it?

They must possess extraordinary abilities.

According to the Demon Emperor's will, find the person who drew the sword, and if that person is not worthy of wielding it, kill him!

If they are a good match, then provide support.

"He is a promising talent."

The war slave nodded slightly. After observing Li Congxin, he felt that although Li Congxin's current strength was weak, his potential was beyond even his comprehension. A good match!

Most importantly, the knife showed no signs of backlash in Li Congxin's hands, indicating that he had gained the knife's approval.

Little did he know, the knife had already been suppressed by Li Congxin.

Thinking of this, the War Slave arrogantly said, "A lifetime of cultivation and ten thousand years of effort are ultimately no match for a single stroke of luck. You are very lucky. From today onwards, your path to heaven begins here."

Having said that, he waved his hand lightly, and two beams of light flew towards Li Congxin.

"I bestow upon you a celestial cultivation technique and a third-grade celestial pill. Within a hundred years, you must transcend the tribulation and ascend to the Upper Realm. After ascending, go to the Demon Emperor's Palace, kneel before the Demon Emperor, and then follow him to begin a life with unlimited potential."

Seeing the two beams of light flying towards the ground, everyone in the square had their eyes light up.

Full of envy.

Eyes full of longing.

The strong are indeed strong. Even if a true immortal descends, they will immediately take notice and bestow cultivation techniques and elixirs without a word. The weak, on the other hand, dare not utter a sound but are still killed in a daze!

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines again.

He can even devour the strongest Void God. This old guy was already so monstrous. If he does this, what will become of him!

This is outrageous! Instantly, I felt a mix of envy, jealousy, and resentment towards the heavens for their injustice.

"Master, the immortal has bestowed blessings upon you."

"Master, quickly kneel down and thank him!"

Seeing Xue Luo Hong's face light up with surprise, Tao Yaoyao's little face was full of admiration: "Master, you are really amazing."

Bai Mengyan sincerely offered her congratulations: "Congratulations, senior."

Li Congxin showed no joy, but said unhappily, "Who do you think you are? Being given charity is like a beggar getting half a bowl of rice stuck with excrement. Is that something to be proud of?"

The two magical treasures fell into his hands, and he only glanced at them sideways.

"What kind of garbage is this?"

"Pooh!"

He spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the immortal cultivation manual, then casually tossed it into the crowd: "Whoever wants it can have it."

As it turned out, the manual was thrown right at the feet of the Blissful Ancestor. The Blissful Ancestor was overjoyed. Having lived for eight thousand years, he had finally encountered a windfall. Naturally, he immediately reached out to pick it up, but he stopped as soon as he touched it. His smile froze, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

He wouldn't dare pick it up.