Chapter 160: You Actually Dare to Say My Poem… Is Ordinary?!
As the words fell, the world fell silent.
Duoming’s face froze for a moment and then turned grim.
“Human, you are very bold. Do you think killing a few insignificant beings makes you invincible?” Duoming’s eyes glowed with demonic light, accompanied by strange sounds.
However, it had no effect on Meng Changqing, as thirty percent of his sword intent resonated in his mind, shattering all evil.
Mo Xiaoyu, on the other hand, struggled.
Her face turned pale instantly.
“Leave,” Meng Changqing frowned.
He could handle this demon, but Mo Xiaoyu could not.
“Okay,” Mo Xiaoyu nodded, understanding that staying would only hinder Meng Changqing and might become his weakness.
She decisively took out the Abyss Token, infused her soul power, and quickly disappeared from the Demon Abyss.
Duoming ignored Mo Xiaoyu’s departure.
In his eyes, Meng Changqing was the real key, the culprit behind recent deaths in his clan. Capturing him was essential to report back to his ancestor.
Outside the Demon Abyss, Mo Xiaoyu’s figure gradually appeared.
Seeing this, everyone around breathed a sigh of relief.
With her safe, there were no casualties, except for the sect’s young master still inside.
“Did you see the young master?” the Grand Elder asked directly.
“Yes, we encountered a Level 5 peak demon. The young master told me to leave first,” Mo Xiaoyu replied.
Remembering Meng Changqing’s request for secrecy, she said nothing about the demonic energy.
A Level 5 peak demon!
Such a demon was as powerful as a peak Divine Attainment Realm warrior, just a step away from the Life and Death Realm.
Even if the young master was strong, he couldn’t possibly be a match for such a demon!
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“The young master is not a fool. If he can’t win, he will naturally leave. Besides, he is no ordinary person,” the Grand Elder thought and said.
Hearing this, everyone could only fix their eyes on the rift.
In the sky, the wind howled, and demonic clouds rolled.
Duoming didn’t hesitate and launched an attack.
“Divine Demon Dance!” The same move, but Duoming was far stronger than Dos.
Countless demonic shadows appeared, with large hands falling towards Meng Changqing. Duoming’s eyes showed confidence.
As mentioned earlier, he was not an ordinary Level 5 demon and was close to advancing to Level 6.
Even his initial demonic talent could crush a mere fourth-level Divine Attainment Realm human warrior.
However, in the next second, a terrifying sharp force surged.
A gigantic sword rose from the ground, embodying supreme sword intent.
Simultaneously, a dazzling sword light slashed out, dividing heaven and earth.
The “Emperor Sword Sutra: Great Evolution Twenty-Three Swords” became more exquisite and powerful with each subsequent move.
Unlike other Heaven-level martial arts, the “Emperor Sword Sutra” primarily required comprehension, as it mainly utilized the power of sword momentum and sword intent, focusing on mental attacks.
Thus, it seemed not to need resources, but the threshold was extremely high.
How many people could truly possess martial momentum and martial intent?
“What?!” Duoming’s face changed.
He had never seen such a terrifying sword intent.
Just looking at it made his consciousness feel like it was splitting.
The most critical part was that gigantic sword, which was a rare supreme sword intent, not a prototype but thirty percent mastery!
“This is not just a top human genius, but a world-defying monster!” All of Duoming’s contempt vanished, replaced by solemnity.
In the demon realm, he was considered a top genius, but far from being a world-defying monster.
Such a being’s combat power was unimaginable!
No wonder he had killed so many Level 5 demons!
How could such a powerful talent emerge from the weak South Spirit State?
No time to think, Duoming quickly focused, defending against the sword.
On contact, he was forced back hundreds of meters, barely stopping.
“Heaven-level sword technique!” Duoming took a deep breath, wiping blood from his mouth. Only a Heaven-level technique, especially one involving mental attacks, could hurt him.
“Not bad, you blocked it,” Meng Changqing smiled, showing excitement. “Until now, no demon has blocked my sword. You barely qualify to recite poetry. But your poem is quite ordinary. Remember to revise it in your next life.”
Duoming could tolerate the earlier words, but the last sentence made his hands clench.
As the most talented poet in his clan, this was his proudest work, meant to be his title after reaching Level 6 or even Level 7.
Being called ordinary was a thousand times more humiliating than defeat!
“Even if you are a world-defying monster, you will stay here today!” Duoming was utterly enraged.
His eyes became two blood-red suns, emitting endless demonic light.
“Eyes of Perdition: Ten Thousand Demon Mountains!” This was a pure mental attack, visualizing ancient objects and transforming them with immense mental power, accompanied by immense power.
The sky darkened, filled with ancient mountains, exuding overwhelming oppression, seemingly able to crush the world.
“Good!” Meng Changqing was not afraid but delighted.
He needed such a pressure-inducing opponent to fully unleash his sword techniques and comprehend the final move, Sword Twenty-Three!
The most powerful and difficult move in the “Emperor Sword Sutra,” even Mo Shukuang hadn’t mastered it.
According to the sutra, mastering this sword could shatter the heavens and earth!