Chapter 13972 This sword is destined for me

Chapter 13972 This sword is destined for me
The followers of the Ten Kings, who were usually loyal to them, were now only concerned with their own escape.

Some ran forward in groups of three or five, supporting each other; others ran alone, desperately searching for a chance to escape.

But in the end, he could not escape death. One of the followers was caught up by a giant beast. The beast stretched out its huge claws, grabbed him, and squeezed him hard. The follower let out a scream as his body was crushed to pieces.

Even those neutral martial artists, who originally only wanted to seek a chance to survive in this chaotic world, were ruthlessly dragged into this indiscriminate pursuit.

Some knelt on the ground, hands covering their heads, begging for mercy; others picked up weapons, attempting a final struggle.

However, their resistance seemed so insignificant in the face of this powerful offensive.

The Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, like a greedy demon, continuously absorbed the cultivators' essence and residual demonic energy.

The black patterns on the sword grew brighter and brighter, with faint blood-red demonic patterns peeking through, as if it were constantly evolving, becoming more terrifying and more evil.

Each swing of the sword carried even greater power, casting a shadow of death over the entire battlefield.

The blood-red demonic runes, like blood vessels, writhed on the sword, seemingly telling a story of endless slaughter and evil.

"Too cruel..."

Xiao Lianzhu gripped the weapon tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.

She turned her head slightly and looked at Ling Xiao beside her. She saw that Ling Xiao was staring intently at the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword, his eyes filled with complex emotions. There seemed to be a trace of regret in his eyes, and also endless remorse.

Xiao Lianzhu couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Ling Xiao was always decisive in his actions, so why would he show such an expression at this moment?
She was about to ask a question when she saw Ling Xiao slowly lower his head, his voice deep and resonant as if it came from a secluded valley: "The Demon Sea is trying to establish its authority."

Ling Xiao raised his head, his gaze once again fixed on the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword that was wreaking havoc on the battlefield, his eyes filled with solemnity: "The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword is originally the most malevolent weapon of the demonic path, its power enough to make the heavens and earth lose their color, and even ghosts and gods tremble in fear. Now that the Demon Sea has unleashed it, it is just right to intimidate the Great Town Dynasty. In her eyes, these warriors who refuse to submit are a scourge to be kept alive, like thorns in her back, and will become a threat sooner or later."

He paused, shifting his gaze from the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword to the back of the young Demon King wielding the sword.

That figure, though seemingly frail, exuded a chilling aura of authority.

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, his tone tinged with emotion: "This Demon King may seem young, but his mind is colder than the blade of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword. He acts decisively and ruthlessly, as if everything in this world is under his control."

Xiao Lianzhu followed Ling Xiao's gaze and saw that the battlefield was deathly silent.

The sounds of fighting and screams that had been raging just moments before had vanished without a trace.

Instead, the ground was covered with crystal-clear ice crystals, shimmering eerily in the dim sunlight.

On the ground, deep sword marks crisscrossed, like the death marks left by the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, telling the story of the brutal massacre that had just taken place.

Just then, the Demon King slowly withdrew the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword.

The sword seemed to possess a spirit, automatically sliding into the empty sheath at her waist with a soft "click," which sounded exceptionally clear in the silent battlefield.

Xiao Lianzhu looked closely and saw that the demonic patterns on the sword sheath had become extremely dense, like a black vortex, as if it wanted to devour everything around it.

The demonic patterns complemented the Demon King's black robes, adding to the air of mystery and terror.

The Demon King slowly turned around, his gaze piercing through the billowing smoke and landing on Ling Xiao.

His eyes were cold and sharp, as if they could see right through Ling Xiao's heart.

Then, he took a step and walked towards Ling Xiao.

With each step, the blood ice beneath his feet seemed to be driven by some mysterious force, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

The Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword emitted a slight hum at his waist, and the nine demonic eye positions on the sword's spine became even more terrifying and ferocious, as if countless wronged souls were struggling and roaring within it.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and met the Demon King's gaze.

At this moment, the Demon King's eyes no longer held the curiosity and playfulness he had shown when he was toying with weapons; instead, they were filled with the indifference and scrutiny of someone in a superior position.

His gaze made it seem as if Ling Xiao was nothing more than an ant in his eyes, someone he could easily crush at any moment.

Ling Xiao felt a chill run down his spine. He felt as if the person standing in front of him was not a person, but a demon god from the Nine Netherworld, wielding the Demon Lord Black Heaven Sword and dominating life and death on this battlefield.

"Ling Xiao."

The Demon King finally spoke, his voice as cold as the blade of the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, sending chills down one's spine: "The sword, you gave it to me."

Ling Xiao forced a bitter smile, raising his hand to point at the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, which emanated a chilling demonic aura, at the Demon King's waist. His voice carried a hint of helplessness and resentment: "What a young Demon King! Indeed formidable, ruthless, and decisive. Alas, alas, you are not the true master of the Demon Sect. This sword, for you, is more harmful than beneficial. Perhaps..."

"No."

The Demon King's eyes narrowed, and he interrupted Ling Xiao's words, pressing his palm heavily onto the sword sheath without hesitation.

In an instant, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword seemed like a ferocious beast that had been awakened, suddenly emitting a resonant hum, a sound that was deep and sharp, as if it could pierce through a person's soul.

The demonic runes on the scabbard seemed to come alive, transforming into streaks of dark blue light that, like nimble snakes, swiftly disappeared into his brow.

The Demon King slowly closed his eyes, his demonic energy surging around him, as if he were undergoing some kind of mysterious fusion with the demonic runes.

A moment later, he opened his eyes again, his pupils swirling with a chaotic light that seemed to conceal an endless abyss, inspiring awe and fear.

"This sword is destined for me. In your hands, it is nothing more than a demonic weapon that will bring you endless disasters; but in my hands, it will become a holy sword that will cut down injustice in the world."

His voice was deep and firm, as if proclaiming some sacred mission.

"Hehe, that's well said, even better than singing."

Ling Xiao let out a cold laugh, his eyes full of mockery. "The world is unjust? Today you wantonly slaughter humans on this battlefield, your hands stained with blood. Have you ever thought that one day someone will slaughter your demon race like you? What will you do then?"

"Are you threatening me?"

The Demon King raised an eyebrow and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, a smile that carried a hint of disdain and provocation.

"No, I was just expressing my thoughts."

Ling Xiao's expression was cold, his gaze icy as he stared straight at the Demon King. "Today I am no match for you, and can only watch helplessly as you slaughter the human race. But one day, I will make you taste the same pain, the feeling of isolation, helplessness, and despair."