Night Without End

Zhu Jianhao spoke indifferently, "Demons may naturally be good, but you upright demon ape can hardly be considered a good ape."

His appearance was rather exceptional, with a layer of silver light swirling around his body, formed by the blending of Tao rhythm and sword light to create a divine ring; truly extraordinary.

Qin Ming opened the Newborn's Eye, discerning some details of his true form. It's surprising that this silver mutant porcupine would dare assume such airs with him.

Tong Jiao spoke, "Why bother talking to him, chop off his head. He seems quite Spiritual, probably containing 'Immortal Blood,' which would make a fine tonic."

Upon seeing seed-level individuals, both the Demon Clan and humans viewed each other as targets for harvesting herbs.

Once transformed into human form, Tong Jiao appeared as a cold youth, with a pair of bronze wings behind that gleamed coldly, exuding a sharp aura from every pore, emitting sword Qi.

An ordinary person just watching him would have sore eyes, it could be said to be quite "piercing," his entire being threatening with Sword Intent.

Qin Ming said, "Calling you guys overweight made you pant already. A pig and a bird have become Sword Immortals. Let me see what makes such pig and bird exceptional."

The two demon Sword Immortals showed no emotional fluctuation, clearly, they were indeed confident, mainly because they were powerful enough, having slain super species of dragons and phoenixes.

This might be what it means to cultivate True Skill; the Divine Appearance exudes naturally—these two demons were very confident.

"You are a very charismatic upright ape demon, I do kind of want to keep one," Zhu Jianhao said.

Qin Ming looked around. It was the first time entering this battlefield to have a brief conversation with the Demon Clan. Are these aliens so self-assured?

He felt it far-fetched, as the others... were revolting against the Heavenly Aura, wanting to keep seeds from the human side as pet beasts. Where did this strong confidence spring from?

Tong Jiao spoke coldly, "Born with a rebellious nature, unsuitable to keep around. Back then, I kept an upright ape demon as a sword servant, practiced swordsmanship with me for ten years, only to eventually rebel. However, its meat indeed left me nostalgic, practice sword intents all over the body, its flesh is especially chewy and delightful to eat."

Zhu Jianhao nodded and said, "Is that so? Then later, I'll have to properly taste his flavor..."

Qin Ming interrupted them, saying, "Stop being presumptuous in front of me. You two clearly don't know what it means to be courting death!"

Zhu Jianhao drew a silver long sword with a clang, saying, "Among countless cultivators in the world, the demon Sword Immortals uniquely occupy twenty percent of the Tao rhythm. Young human demon, come over here to receive your death!"

Tong Jiao reminded, saying, "Be careful not to trip over in the ditch, if this rowdy ape turns the tables and injures you, it'll be shameful."

Qin Ming solemnly said, "I really showed you face, didn't I? Do you truly think that coming together makes the Vermilion Bird, crawl over here to meet your death!"

Zhu Jianhao ignored him, instead turning his head to look at Wei Jian, asking, "How many moves can you withstand against him?"

"At most thirty moves," Wei Jian responded.

He fell a few steps back, not only to show respect to the two demon Sword Immortals but also ready to break through with one sword slash... navigating through the night fog and flee.

Should things become impossible, he would absolutely turn around and leave.

Zhu Jianhao nodded, saying, "Then he can be considered quite good. I'll use him as a whetstone for my sword first."

He doesn't need even twenty moves to fight Wei Jian.

Though he spoke this way, he still glanced at Tong Jiao, signaling him to keep watch. Should anything unexpected occur, he would immediately intervene, joining forces to kill the upright ape demon youth.

Over the years, the two had collaborated tacitly, a single look sufficed. Wherever the two demon sword blades passed, it was a scene of blood and luxury, indeed slaying countless exceptionally powerful creatures.

Zhu Jianhao moved forward, sword Qi rising from his body, strand by strand, ray by ray, illuminating the night sky brightly.

His footsteps carried a specific rhythm, an invisible sword intent already beginning to release.

Qin Ming wasn't going to give him time to build momentum, floating in the void as he had already taken a dislike to this demon, stepping on the face aimed right at him.

"One Sword Swings the Vast Sea!" Zhu Jianhao's body surged with sword light, exuding an extremely solemn aura akin to a top swordmaster of the Human Clan, his clothes whipping in the wind, the silver long sword in his hand slanting towards the sky, targeting Qin Ming.

In an instant, silver waves emerged, rushing towards the sky accompanied by boundless sword Qi.

Roaring sounds erupted as the sword light shattered through the void, creating a tsunami-like noise, extremely imposing.

Below Qin Ming's feet, five-colored Divine Light swirled, with the Five Elements Heavenly Light as bones and Consciousness Spiritual Light as the skin, transforming into a Five Elements Mountain, rumbling down to suppress.

The Five Elements Mountain materialized distinctly, blocking all sword Qi, descending with the might of Feixian Mountain, pounding down on the demon Sword Immortal.

With a swoosh, Zhu Jianhao shifted sideways, then leaped into the air, the gleaming white sword body in his hand shot out a stream of light, one sword slashing down, displaying four layers of sword intent, spring, summer, autumn, and winter unfolded simultaneously.

Indeed, he was stronger than Wei Jian by a notch, his sword intent extraordinary.

The Sword Intent of Spring, where everything competes to flourish continuously; the Sword Intent of Summer, with the fierce sun blazing across the sky, reaching sublimation; the Sword Intent of Autumn, endless leaves falling, curling dry leaves spreading across the vast sky, bringing a boundless bleakness, making the spirit languid; the Sword Intent of Winter with snow flying all over the sky, sealing the void, trying to bind Qin Ming's body and spirit.

Zhu Jianhao was truly a formidable opponent, worthy of serious confrontation.

To capable opponents, Qin Ming always accords sufficient respect. With a clashing sound, he drew his blade, the Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade bearing the Cutting Sky Line Sword Intent, slashing down as if to cleave the long sky with one blade.

Zhu Jianhao's expression subtly changed, as he initially intended to give the opponent an initial display of power, vanquishing him with the four-layer sword intent directly into the dust, but unexpectedly, the four kinds of sword intents were all cleaved open by the opponent.

In a blink, the ambiance reflected in the dazzling sword light greatly transformed; spring flowers withered, summer sun dimmed like dusk, autumn wind fell into dead silence, and the icy world exploded.