Chapter 1675: The Demon Blade Submits

The commander was truly broken.

Sing? Sing your sister!

I, a dignified member of the Spirit Clan royal family, an Immortal Realm expert, sing?

Are you out of your mind?

This Ai He, his trusted subordinate, had always been reliable and cautious—why was he so noisy today?

I said not to disturb me, yet you come here babbling nonsense. Is it intentional or what?

He looked carefully: appearance, soul aura, inner killing intent, tone of voice—all exactly the same...

Only the armor style was different...

Different armor?

Could this guy not be Ai He but someone else in disguise? He'd never heard of anyone who could mimic so perfectly that even he couldn't see through it!

Just as he was about to slap the man away, he saw him take a deep breath and say, "Alright, I'll go first... Two tigers, running fast, running fast..."

"Pfft!"

The commander spat blood again, eyes reddening: "I'll kill you first!"

He abruptly withdrew his hand and slapped it through the air toward the fool before him.

Already struggling to hold on, now disturbed and forced to pull back, the Demon Blade's attack surged into his mind, making him dizzy.

He knew this had injured his primordial spirit, and it would take at least half a year to recover, but... he couldn't take it anymore.

He'd seen chatterboxes, but never one so long-winded and full of nonsense.

If he didn't kill this fool, he'd probably be pissed to death today.

Boom!

The palm force descended through the air, a mighty power like a surging dragon, crushing toward General Ai He in an instant.

"Commander, I'm Ai He..."

Startled, "General Ai He" quickly dodged behind a stone pillar.

The pillar had a mirror on it; the commander didn't want to damage the mirror and reveal the Demon Blade's whereabouts, so he hastily pulled back.

The moment he stopped, he heard the other's voice again: "Commander, be careful, someone's attacking you from above..."

The commander quickly looked up—the air above was thick with mist, not a soul in sight.

Whoosh!

As he lowered his head, he saw a spear already at his chest, chillingly cold.

He hadn't expected this Ai He to be so fast and powerful. His face changed, and he hastily sidestepped to avoid the attack.

Puchi!

Even so, a gash opened on his chest, blood streaming down.

"A Grand Sage divine weapon?"

His pupils contracted.

His body, tempered in the Golden Body realm, was impervious to ordinary weapons—unless they reached the Grand Sage level...

In an instant, he knew this man was definitely not Ai He.

A weapon of this level—even if he had one, a Saint Domain Eighth Layer cultivator couldn't unleash its power.

"Who are you..."

He narrowed his eyes.

Xing and Meng Sword Sage used swords; most of the Zhang family also used swords. He'd never heard of anyone using a spear!

Furious, his hand didn't stop; he struck again.

This time, he used all his strength. Cracks appeared in the surrounding space, and the air roared as if it couldn't bear the pressure.

"Danger! Someone's attacking from above..."

Before the palm force landed, he heard the other shout again.

His brow twitched. He quickly spread his divine sense, but found nothing above. The commander was about to explode: "Say your last words!"

True Qi surged, and the palm force grew fiercer.

Whoosh!

The man opposite dodged behind the stone pillar and mirror again.

"Aaaargh!"

Forced to pull back again, the commander was about to burst: "If you've got guts, fight me fair and square..."

A man who could wound him with a spear, even if weaker, must be comparable to an Immortal Realm expert—such experts had their own beliefs and dignity!

But this guy wouldn't even take one blow, always hiding behind mirrors—was he really an expert?

Could an expert be so despicable?

He'd fought with masters from the Master Hall; each carried pride and defended their honor. But this guy—disguised as Ai He, first angered him into injury, then lied endlessly, dodging and refusing to fight head-on...

How could there be such a shameless bastard?

Roaring in fury, just as he was about to ignore everything and kill the man, he saw him point again: "Someone's attacking from above..."

"Attack your sister..."

Unable to hold back any longer, he crushed down.

Before the palm force landed, his scalp tingled as a tremendous force fell from above, smashing straight onto his head.

Thud!

He was slammed to the ground, spread-eagled, countless bones broken, blood gushing like a fountain.

"Haha, my mighty return is truly impressive..."

Then came an excited voice, followed by a brick-like thing wiggling its fat butt on him, crushing his bones with more cracks and spurting more blood.

"..."

The commander really cried.

For ordinary Grand Sage experts, having one Grand Sage divine weapon was already impressive. This guy had a spear in hand and something else pressing on him, also high-level...

Where did this freak come from?

"I told you someone was attacking, but you wouldn't listen..."

Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan stepped forward and removed the storage ring from the commander's finger.

"..." The commander.

I'm not dead yet...

"Leave this guy to you..."

Taking the ring, Zhang Xuan waved dismissively, ignoring the severely wounded commander.

Dragon Bone Divine Spear and Gold Origin Cauldron were immediately thrilled—one sat on him with its butt, the other stabbed him with its tip...

Not bothering to watch the two weapons deal with him, Zhang Xuan walked over to the Demon Blade.

This blade was even stronger than the Gold Origin Cauldron, especially its killing intent, which was more powerful against soul attacks. Even the alien spirit clan couldn't withstand it. If he could refine it, dealing with that guy wouldn't have been so troublesome.

Throwing out all three weapons at once, even without his control, they could quickly beat him into a meat patty.

"Let's try!"

Like the other, he gently pressed his palm against it.

Boom!

A surge of killing intent rushed toward him, stabbing straight at his soul.

Hum!

His witch soul emitted a golden light, blocking the aura.

"What a powerful attack..."

Zhang Xuan stepped back.

If his witch soul hadn't undergone the Supreme Heavenly Fire Tribulation, he would have suffered greatly.

"Let's see whose killing intent is stronger..."

Since this thing was crushing him with killing intent, he wouldn't be polite. He activated his Heavenly Dao True Qi, and a pure, extreme killing intent surged forth, pressing straight toward the Demon Blade.

But before it reached, the unruly Demon Blade, as if seeing its master, "plopped" down, prostrating on the ground, trembling.

"..."

The commander struggled to open his swollen eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Weren't you so proud?

Submitting so quickly—can't you have any integrity?