Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor

"A human warrior?"

Chu Ming's expression shifted. If what the Ancient Sword Emperor said was true, then wouldn't this middle-aged man in a black robe be a figure from the Ancient Era? No wonder he couldn't sense any sign of life within him.

"Has he been corrupted by Demon Qi?"

Soon after, Chu Ming understood. While humans resisted demons, demons also corrupted humans. Many human experts weren't killed by demons but were instead demonized by Demon Qi, leading to their fall.

"That's right. However, he probably died in battle during the Ancient Era. Now, there is a demon spirit lingering in his Divine Palace. At present, he is merely a killing machine."

Within Chu Ming's Dantian, the Ancient Sword Emperor's face was stiff and said with grief and indignation.

"What was his cultivation level before?"

Chu Ming's eyes flickered. On the field, the middle-aged man in black robe slashed through the sky with a sword, leaving a sword mark. Under the crushing force of the Sword Momentum, an Eighth Level Overlord Demon Beast, the Flying Fire Cloud Heaven Beast, was instantly blasted into a bloody mist, astonishing Chu Ming.

"He should have been a King of the half-step Life and Death Realm before, but now all of his cultivation is lost, and his attacks are instinctive. Yet, he still far surpasses a Martial Artist of the First Layer of the Realm of Transcendence."

As the Ancient Sword Emperor closed his eyes, a faint illusion of Sword Light flickered in his usually serene eyes.

Boom!

On the battlefield, the strongest on the demon beast side was the Eighth Level Overlord Blood Moon Silver Wolf. The Blood Moon Silver Wolf had a mix of white and blood-colored fur, powerful limbs, and green eyes that flashed as it moved, leaving whistling sounds in the air.

The Blood Moon Silver Wolf was an ancient progeny but was still in its juvenile stage, with combat power equivalent to the First Layer of the Realm of Transcendence. At this moment, a terrifying illusory green wolf head was on its back, roaring at the sky, with a latent power of its bloodline flowing silently—a blessing from the bloodline of the Holy Beast Blood Phantom Wolf King.

Even so, with every sword swing by the middle-aged man in black robe, he could still leave a deep, bone-revealing wound on the Blood Moon Silver Wolf. The illusory wolf head flickered like a candle flame in the air.

On the human side, the strongest was an elder with a sinister aura. His hair and eyebrows were silver, and there was a red mole on his brow.

Chu Ming estimated secretly that this elder's combat power could rival the six giants of the Central Divine Domain.

It was because of the silver-haired elder and the Blood Moon Silver Wolf's presence that the thirty-odd people and dozen demon beasts could withstand the middle-aged man's attacks. Despite this, many were rapidly declining in vitality with heavy casualties.

"Low Tier Secret Technique: Chaotic Space-Time!"

The silver-haired elder's eyes flashed with silver as he raised his arms abruptly. In an instant, a mysterious aura filled the space. The area around him rippled like fish scales, creating a chaotic and fractured space. The broken space formed Spatial Light Blades, swarming towards the middle-aged man in black robe.

Poof! Poof! Poof...

Facing the attacks of the Light Blades, the middle-aged man in black robe ignored it, his vacant eyes continuously chanting "kill." Sword Light rained down, warping the space and forcing everyone to retreat hastily. Three people who failed to retreat in time were dismembered by the Sword Light.

However, the Spatial Light Blades that struck the middle-aged man shattered without leaving a single mark.

The silver-haired elder's face darkened. Chaotic Space-Time, though a low-tier Secret Martial Art, was among the more powerful ones, as it integrated the Secrets of Space. Space is king, Time is emperor, and the Secrets of Space and Time are the two most mysterious Secrets.

Eyeing the ancient bronze box behind the middle-aged man, the silver-haired elder hesitated. Finally, he seemed to make a decision, striking a yellow-robed Martial Artist beside him towards the middle-aged man with his palm and using the rebound force to turn and fly towards the other end of the palace.

Poof...

The yellow-robed Martial Artist was stunned, not understanding what happened before being cleaved in two. Blood rained down.

All this seemed lengthy but happened in an instant. When the other human Martial Artists and demon beasts realized, their expressions changed. They knew that they could only withstand the black-robed man's attacks because of the silver-haired elder. Now that he had fled, their defensive line would collapse.

Poof!

Another sword mark slashed into the air, unrestrained. Seven Martial Artists were killed instantly by the Sword Mark.

Roar!

The Blood Moon Silver Wolf roared towards the sky, its eyes blazing with fury. Then, with a few sharp sounds, a pair of blood-red wings sprouted from its back, flying into the distance and disappearing.

"Run!!"

"Escape!!!"

"Help!!!"

With the Blood Moon Silver Wolf gone, the people and demon beasts lost the will to resist. They scattered in all directions like monkeys fleeing from a fallen tree. Those who were a step slower in escaping were cut down mercilessly, leaving streams of blood on the ground.

"Senior, what should I do?"

By now, the place was deserted. The black-robed man was charging at him with a piercing sword aura, and Chu Ming could feel the intense killing intent within.

"Sigh, leave it to me!"

The remnant soul of the Ancient Sword Emperor sighed slightly. As his voice fell, a pure white light burst from Chu Ming's body. The holy radiance blinded Chu Ming temporarily, though his Spiritual Sense observed everything in the field.

As soon as the holy light appeared, the black-robed man's movements paused, and signs of life gradually returned to his vacant eyes as he struggled madly.

Vaguely, under the holy light, Chu Ming heard the resonant chanting of the Dao, loud and awe-inspiring.

Boom!

The black-robed man let out roars of agony as the struggle in his eyes intensified. At the same time, wisps of Demonic Qi seeped from his head and dissipated into nothingness.

Thud!

After the time it took to burn a stick of incense, the white holy light gradually receded. The black-robed man's body fell, and a green phantom floated from his body. With a look of relief, it turned into countless light particles and vanished.

Whoosh!

"Alright, there should be many such demon puppets in the Ancient Battlefield. Now, I will teach you a Cultivation Technique. If you encounter more demon puppets, I won't intervene again."

In the Dantian, the remnant soul of the Ancient Sword Emperor let out a long breath. With a slight point of two fingers, a stream of white light shot into Chu Ming's Sea of Souls.

In an instant, Chu Ming sensed new, mysterious words forming in his mind.

Hoo!

Chu Ming exhaled lightly. Now was not the time to comprehend the Cultivation Technique. The priority was to take the ancient bronze box and leave.

Whoosh!

Chu Ming placed the middle-aged man's corpse in a corner, a complex look flashing in his eyes. The body of a half-step Life and Death Realm King was incredibly tough and would likely take tens of thousands of years to decay.