It seems that Xiao said he would control the sword.
"Boy, as long as you restrict your magic treasure, your power is only that much!"
Glaring at the clouds, he firmly gripped his slashing sword.
"Is that so? Open it then!"
Yang Tian paid no heed to his words, but his anger surged.
In an instant, white like winter snow, the Devil Saber suddenly blood fiercely, directly breaking through the grip of the Yun Destroyer’s hand. Then Yang Tian raised the saber high above, slashing toward the heavens, his chilling voice declaring: "Black Devil Slash!"
Swish!
Imdiately, the blade adhered to the Demon Saber detached, transforming into a black crescent shape, directly hurtling toward Hee Chong Taoist.
Along its path, a massive rift surged forth, as if the crescent moon in this mythical realm had split the heavens and the earth with an axe.
At this mont, due to the destruction of Yun’s hand, Hee Chong Taoist was knocked back uncontrollably.
Facing the black crescent, escape was completely futile.
"No good! Luo Yun is dead. He won’t be coming back to life."
Xiao Yaozi witnessed the scene, imdiately shouting aloud, rushing forward to join Hee Chong Taoist’s side. The others heard this and rushed in as well, throwing their treasures in their hands one after another.
A deafening explosion echoed.
All their treasures scattered, but the black crescent kept moving relentlessly toward them until it finally lost its montum.
The strike’s force was overwhelming.
Tick!
Seeing the black crescent blade nearly touch his nose before dissipating from exhaustion, a bead of sweat slid down Hee Chong Taoist’s face, and he collapsed on the ground.
Xiao Yaozi and others, having helped, were gasping for breath. Though they had quickly brandished their treasures, their hearts struggled to calm down.
Earlier, Xiao Yaozi, Clan Leader Lu Hanfeng of the Xuanbing Sect, Clan Leader Chen Shiping of Shuiyun Temple, the elders of Carefree Sect, General Xuanbing, and the three elders of Shuiyun Temple—all combined.
Add a Taoist to the mix, that’s seven people!
And even seven divine powers, ard with their own treasures, failed to withstand Yang Tian’s ordinary slash.
It left their hearts in awe.
"This... Could this be the state of a True God?"
A girl breathed deeply upon witnessing the scene.
True God!
Everyone heard it.
In truth, even at the start, when Hee Chong Taoist claid Yang Tian had killed the Heavenly God, they rely took it lightly.
After all, while God Demons are strong, in the past century they had scarcely shown themselves. What level could Yang Tian be at now? It wasn’t sothing Hee Chong Taoist could assert and convince everyone!
But now, seeing this slash, though they still didn’t grasp the essence of Yang Tian’s power, they realized his strength far surpassed what they could imagine.
Yet at that very mont, soone suddenly declared, "No! This boy may be strong, but his aura differs from that of the Poison God. He is not a True God!"
"Not true? How is that possible?" Xiao Yaozi asked.
The others also turned to look at Hee Chong Taoist, disbelief evident. If Yang Tian, with this level of power, wasn’t a true god, then what was he?
If Yang Tian wasn’t a True God, how could he destroy the True God that Hee Chong Taoist spoke of?
"This..."
Hee Chong Taoist himself seed bewildered at the mont.
The aura he sensed from the Poison God was definitively above his own, no doubt about that.
But Yang Tian’s aura was entirely different—a bottomless black hole, impossible to perceive.
These were two entirely distinct energies.
Thus, Hee Chong Taoist instinctively opened his mouth, claiming Yang Tian wasn’t in the true state of a god, but just as many spectators guessed, Yang Tian’s strength was so imnse that it nearly severed the pinnacle of divinity.
If not that, what else could it be?
"Could it be... the blade?"
At this mont, Hu Xinge’s expression turned peculiar. For once, he showed a rare hint of solemnity, pointing to the Demon Saber in Yang Tian’s hand. "The blade?"
As soon as he spoke, everyone shifted their gaze toward him.
Earlier, when Yang Tian summoned the blade, they assud it was rely a magic treasure akin to what magicians wield.
But most of their attention had been on Yang Tian himself, and they hadn’t paid much heed to the Demon Saber.
Now, as their eyes landed on it, they realized—it was extraordinary!
A long, slender, snow-white blade, gleaming like a crescent moon, exuding a tremulous aura that brought a terrifying pressure, making a few among them feel weak and unwilling to linger their gaze long.
This Demon Saber evidently wasn’t ordinary.
Reflecting on the earlier scene, after splitting from the saber, it had ford the black crescent blade of evil.
And the fact it had scattered all of the elders’ treasures one after another—perhaps the saber’s power was imnse, independent of Yang Tian’s own strength.
Most importantly, deep down, they refused to accept the reality: that a young man like Yang Tian could surpass their own abilities.
They preferred to believe Yang Tian’s power derived from an exceptional opportunity, or so special technique—perhaps, as Hu Xinge suggested, because of the Demon Saber!
"Indeed! Sect Master Hu is right. That blade—its dominant aura points to it being exceptionally sharp, far beyond ordinary. Now, I want to battle with swords!" said Chen Shiping of Shuiyun Temple confidently.
"Master Yunluo’s Tianluo Vajra Skill, long recognized as the most formidable defense among the Seven Sects, failed to withstand the saber’s slash. Evidently, it’s the blade’s strength at play!" Lu Feng of Xuanbing Sect concurred.
Hee Chong Taoist and Xiao Yaozi also affird Hu Xinge’s speculation, their gazes on the Demon Saber growing heated.
To them, Yang Tian being naturally powerful versus the saber being extraordinary were two entirely different matters.
The forr would fill them with despair and fear.
The latter would ignite their greed, drawing out their avaricious eyes.
But only Xuan Nu’s delicate face looked heavy; she remained silent, her beautiful eyes flickering between the Demon Saber and Yang Tian’s face.
This was because, among those present, she knew Yang Tian best, dating back to the first ti she had t him, bowing before the Clan Leader of the Xuan Nu Sword Clan!
Yang Tian connected with her in the most profound way.
When she first encountered him, she felt sha within herself!
Could soone with such a mindset truly be as malicious and bloodthirsty as they now believed him to be?
Nonetheless, greed had already taken root, and Hee Chong Taoist was the first to jeer: "Don’t hesitate! Everyone, act together! If we take this boy down, the opportunities and treasures will belong to us!"
"Good! If it’s only the blade’s power, I still have ways to fight it." Lu Hanfeng licked his lips, then took a step forward. He clapped his hands and finally whispered: "Freeze!"
Crack!
Instantly, cold winds erupted across the air. A cloud of white mist appeared out of thin air. Then, as if dragons arose in the sky, the wind and clouds surged overhead.
Soon, they found themselves enveloped in a deep white world.
The icy domain of the Lu Sect! A force capable of freezing anything within its boundary!
Xiao Yaozi’s lips curled as he watched.
After Lu Hanfeng finished, he said nothing but stared coldly at Yang Tian and sneered: "Freeze!"
In that instant, bone-chilling air suddenly erged inexplicably, sweeping toward Yang Tian’s front, right at his grip.
It froze the Demon Blade under a layer of thick ice along its surface, sealing both the blade and Yang Tian’s arm entirely within frost.
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