Chapter 13969: Diverting trouble to the east
Chapter 13969: Diverting trouble to the east
The old man's knuckles cracked from excessive greed, as if he wanted to crush Ling Xiao along with the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword.
"This kid is dead."
The Holy Knight's lips curled into a cold sneer. His fingers tapped lightly on the jade thumb ring on the armrest, producing a clicking sound that was particularly jarring in the silent air.
The shirtless, burly man beside him grinned maliciously, revealing half a gold tooth. His smile was full of cruelty and smugness: "Just watch, in less than ten breaths, that sword will belong to our Holy Temple."
His voice was rough and loud, as if he could already see the scene of the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword falling into the hands of the Holy Temple.
Just as the Holy Ancestor slightly opened his mouth, and holy light began to gather within it, seemingly about to burst forth, and at the same time, his withered hands slowly rose, golden claws rapidly forming at the tips of his ten fingers at a speed visible to the naked eye, radiating a chilling aura, Ling Xiao suddenly made a move.
He gently raised his hand, and the delicate silver chain on his wrist made a crisp "ding" sound, which was particularly clear in the silent air.
Immediately afterwards, a ball of dark, eerie light rose from his palm, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, carrying endless mystery and strangeness.
Amidst this inky, eerie light, the legendary Black Heaven Sword, belonging to the Demon Lord, was suddenly drawn from its sheath.
This sword, its blade appears to be meticulously forged from millennia-old cold iron, exuding a cold and hard texture.
However, dark purple demonic patterns flowed across the sword's surface, appearing as if they were alive. These patterns, like serpentine snakes, twisted and flickered, seemingly containing endless evil power.
Embedded along the spine of the sword are nine blood-weeping demonic eyes, each one seemingly alive, spinning wildly as if telling of endless resentment and hatred.
The demonic energy emanating from the demon's eye rapidly condensed in the air, forming countless twisted ghostly figures. These figures bared their fangs and claws, emitting faint cries of wailing ghosts that sent chills down one's spine, making one feel as if they were in hell.
"not good!"
Upon witnessing this scene, the Holy Temple Ancestor's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints, his eyes filled with horror and vigilance.
However, before he could react further, Ling Xiao flicked his wrist, and the Black Sky Sword, like a black meteor, streaked across the sky with a soul-tearing shriek, flying at an extremely fast speed toward the east side of the martial arts arena.
Finally, the Black Sky Sword hovered steadily in front of the young demon king on the east side of the martial arts arena.
In an instant, the entire venue fell into a deathly silence, as if time itself had frozen.
Even the gentle breeze seemed to be frozen by the malevolent aura emanating from the demonic weapon, and could no longer be felt in the slightest.
The young demon king stood there silently, unmoved, like an ancient, unyielding iceberg.
He lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the Black Sky Sword floating in front of him. His black eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids, making his cold face even more mysterious and unpredictable.
His face remained completely expressionless, as if the demonic weapon that could change the very heavens and earth was nothing more than an ordinary iron bar in his eyes.
Strangely, the nine demonic eyes that were originally spinning wildly on the spine of the sword all flinched when the young demon king's cold gaze swept over them, as if they had encountered something terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, the black blood seeping from the demon's eye instantly solidified into ice crystals, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"Shifting the blame to Jiangdong..."
Upon seeing this, the Holy Temple Ancestor's expression changed instantly, his eyes revealing extreme displeasure and anger.
He stared intently at the faint sword-shaped phantom behind the Demon King, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. In the end, he swallowed the curse that was about to escape his lips, his heart filled with resentment and anger.
That little bastard Ling Xiao is incredibly audacious!
In full view of everyone, he casually tossed the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, which countless people both coveted and feared, to the Little Demon King of the Demon Sea as if it were a hot potato.
This move instantly made the already extremely tense situation even more volatile.
The gaze of the Holy Temple Ancestor, which had been fixed on Ling Xiao, finally shifted and fell on the young demon king.
His eyes still held a strong sense of greed, like a hungry wolf eyeing its fat prey, but beneath that greed lay an undisguised look of surprise and suspicion.
He wondered to himself who this suddenly appearing youth was, daring to accept the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword so boldly.
In an instant, the Holy Ancestor's body was enveloped in a surge of holy light, the light so intense and dazzling that it seemed to dispel all darkness in the world.
Holy light rapidly condensed, transforming into a sacred phantom a hundred feet tall. The phantom was solemn and dignified, radiating an awe-inspiring aura.
The ancestor's voice resounded throughout the entire Demon Suppression City like a booming bell, causing the ground to crack. Cracks spread rapidly like ferocious beasts.
"Where did this brat come from, daring to lay his hands on the Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword, which I am determined to possess?!"
His voice was filled with anger and disdain, as if the young demon king was nothing more than an ant in his eyes, completely unworthy of possessing this peerless demon weapon.
The young demon king seemed not to hear the ancestor's angry shout, and remained standing there quietly.
After a long while, he finally slowly raised his eyes. His gaze was as clear as the water of a cold pool, calm and profound, yet it also carried a sharpness that pierced through the soul, as if it could see through all the illusions of the world.
He gently raised his fingertips and touched the blade of the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword.
The moment the fingertips touched the blade, a soft "sizzle" sound rang out, as if some mysterious force was colliding.
Immediately afterwards, the nine demonic eyes on the sword's spine let out a scream in unison, the sound sharp and shrill, as if they were enduring immense pain.
The black blood seeping from the demon's eye instantly solidified into ice crystals, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
"A demonic weapon, indeed worthy of this king!"
The young demon king's voice wasn't loud, but it resounded like thunder in everyone's ears, clear and powerful.
His tone carried an innate domineering and confident air, as if the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword was rightfully his.
"Moreover, the chaotic demonic marrow inside the sword embryo is quite interesting."
A slight, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips, as if he had already discovered the secret of the sword.
Before the words were even finished, how could the Holy Ancestor tolerate such arrogance from the young demon king?
He suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a dazzling, sun-like holy light slammed down on the young demon king like a collapsing sky.
Wherever the holy light and its oppressive power passed, the air was distorted and deformed, as if it were about to crush everything.
The bronze lampposts on the edge of the Demon-Suppressing City were smashed into dust by this powerful force, turning into tiny fragments that flew through the air.
