I have the face of a great demon.

Although Chen Minghui's cultivation level was still shallow, only at the third level of Qi Refining, he could already easily kill a group of masters in the martial arts world.

But Sikong Chen was no ordinary martial arts master. He possessed profound inner strength, and his swordsmanship had reached a level of consummate skill.

With the divine sword's blessing, his battle with Chen Minghui became exceptionally fierce, and for a time they were evenly matched.

Chen Minghui's advantage lay in his spiritual power; with a mere gesture, he could unleash a projectile five or six zhang long.

Compared to this, the sword light, which was over ten feet long, was completely insignificant.

However, the wonder of Sikong Chen's swordsmanship lies in its unpredictability and agility, which always allows him to skillfully evade Chen Minghui's attacks at the last possible moment.

At the same time, they can find opportunities to launch counterattacks from tricky angles, leaving Chen Minghui caught off guard and flustered.

Liu Xingchen, who was watching from the sidelines, was immediately impressed; Sikong Chen's swordsmanship had given him great inspiration.

The outcome of a battle does not always depend on who is stronger.

Knowing how to skillfully utilize one's own strength is equally important.

But Chen Minghui was ultimately a disciple of immortals, and he was protected by a powerful treasure.

Sikong Chen skillfully seized several opportunities to deliver a fatal blow to Chen Minghui.

However, when the sword strike landed on Chen Minghui, it was blocked by a beam of light emanating from him, and the attack failed.

As time went by, Sikong Chen gradually felt his strength waning.

Each of his attacks seemed to hit cotton, failing to cause any real harm to Chen Minghui.

Chen Minghui, however, grew stronger with each battle, and finally, in one clash, his sword flashed across Sikong Chen's neck, severing Sikong Chen's head.

The thrilling battle has finally come to an end, but Liu Xingchen and his companions' troubles are far from over.

Chen Minghui killed Sikong Chen, seized the divine sword, and then turned his attention to the large rock where Liu Xingchen and the others were hiding.

"You two mice, you don't need to hide anymore."

"Come out and face your death, or I, the immortal, may grant you a quick end."

"Damn it!" Tie Zhu stood up angrily.

"Why is everyone trying to kill us to silence us? What have we done to you?"

"If word gets out that I, a dignified immortal, had to fight a mortal for so long before a winner was decided, where would I put my face?"

"Therefore, you two must die."

"What kind of fucking excuse is this! I'll fight you to the death!"

Enraged, Tie Zhu raised his iron mace and charged at Chen Minghui without regard for anything else.

Chen Minghui chuckled coldly, not even bothering to look. With a flick of his sleeve, a powerful burst of energy shot out, sending Tie Zhu flying backward and crashing to the ground, his fate unknown.

Upon seeing this, Liu Xingchen's eyes turned red.

They fought their way here, but are they destined to die in the end?

Since that's the case, then let's die in a spectacular way.

Liu Xingchen stared intently at Chen Minghui, who had his back to him and looked down on him, and channeled all his inner strength into the longsword in his hand.

"The cold light of dawn—"

Liu Xingchen shot towards Chen Minghui like an arrow released from a bow.

Chen Minghui laughed heartily, the sword in his hand flashing with light, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Liu Xingchen.

At this moment, the spirit also sensed the threat to its master and began to channel its spiritual power into the longsword in Liu Xingchen's hand.

At this point, the Dawn's Cold Light was no longer a martial arts move, but had become a celestial magic.

Liu Xingchen's sword strike, like a meteor streaking through the sky, carried a chilling fluctuation of spiritual energy, finally waking up the pretentious Chen Minghui.

He turned around abruptly and saw Liu Xingchen, who had become one with his sword, rushing towards him like a black lightning bolt.

Wearing a cool black robe.

A face so cold it sends chills down your spine.

It was exactly the same as the portrait that Senior Brother Zhou had shown him a few days ago.

"The great demon!!!" Chen Minghui was terrified.

The blood in my body seemed to freeze in that instant.

He was frozen in place by fear, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the black figure drew closer and closer, its sharp sword piercing his chest.

His protective magic weapon was as fragile as paper in the face of this power, and it did not play any role at all.

The longsword pierced his chest, and a massive amount of spiritual power surged into his body, killing him instantly.

Liu Xingchen stabbed Chen Minghui with his sword and continued forward, pushing him forward.

After knocking down several trees, they pinned Chen Minghui to a large tree trunk.

Liu Xingchen was panting heavily.

Chen Minghui in front of him was already lifeless, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Finally, this terrible enemy was wiped out.

Liu Xingchen wiped away his sweat, feeling as if this attack had drained all his energy and spirit, leaving him completely exhausted.

It's unbelievable that such a desperate attack actually worked.

Is the Dawnbreaker's Cold Light move really that powerful?

It can even kill immortals.

Before he could recover from the shock of killing the immortal, Senior Brother Zhou, who was leisurely lying on a tree branch in the woods a few miles away, waiting for his junior brother to retrieve the divine sword, suddenly sensed something.

"Oh no! Something's happened to Junior Brother!"

He never expected that something could happen from snatching a sword from a few martial arts practitioners.

Without saying a word, Senior Brother Zhou patted the flying sword on his back, and the flying sword was drawn with a clang.

He flipped over and leaped onto the flying sword, which whooshed through the air and flew towards the location where Chen Minghui had the accident.

A mere few miles can be covered in an instant with the extreme speed of the flying sword.

Cultivators have amazing eyesight; from a great distance, Senior Brother Zhou saw Chen Minghui's corpse.

He leaned against a tree, a sword stuck in his chest, his face filled with the terror of dying with his eyes wide open.

Who would dare to kill a disciple of the Tianhe Sect?

Enraged, Senior Brother Zhou was determined to find the murderer and avenge his junior brother.

The next moment, he saw the murderer standing next to him.

Hmm, that black robe looks familiar.

At this moment, Liu Xingchen also felt the whooshing sound of the flying sword cutting through the air. He looked up and met Zhou Shixiong's gaze.

When he finally saw that face that all cultivators feared, Senior Brother Zhou's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"The Great Demon Lord!!!"

Senior Brother Zhou was so frightened that he burst out with an unprecedentedly high note.

No wonder my junior brother died; it turns out he encountered this great demon.

And he too will follow in his junior brother's footsteps, perishing in this mortal world where spiritual energy is scarce.

No, I'm not reconciled.

Senior Brother Zhou suddenly displayed a strong will to survive.

run!

However, the flying sword was too fast, and he didn't have time to turn around. He just rushed straight to the great demon and died.

Senior Brother Zhou made a quick decision and immediately jumped off the flying sword.

But his momentum didn't diminish, and he still crashed into a large tree.

He kicked the tree with his foot, the powerful force snapping it in two, and used the rebound to escape backward.

With its weight reduced, the flying sword became more agile, quickly turned a corner, returned to fetch its master, and fled into the distance.

Even after turning around and running away, Senior Brother Zhou was still worried.

He gritted his teeth and resolutely used a spell, spitting a mouthful of his life essence onto the flying sword.

As long as they can escape the clutches of the great demon, they are willing to sacrifice their cultivation.

The flying sword whooshed away, disappearing into the distance at an even faster speed.