Chapter 927: Sword Spirit of the Soul-Devouring Sword

"I'm sure."

"Hmph! Stubborn!"

"That thing is clearly the Soul-Devouring Sword, why did you lie to me that it was the Executioner Sword?"

As soon as Chen Hao said this, Zhao Xuecheng's heart skipped a beat.

His face turned pale in a flash.

"You... how did you know?"

"That shouldn't be!"

Zhao Xuecheng prided himself on having done things seamlessly.

He had also accidentally learned of this Secret Realm.

He thought he could trap Chen Hao to death, but he didn't expect Chen Hao to be so cunning.

"So what if I know?"

Zhao Xuecheng changed his expression, and his face became ferocious.

"If it were outside, I would be afraid of you, but this is the Meteor Sword Mountain."

"Sword Domain, open!"

In an instant, Zhao Xuecheng unleashed his Sword Domain.

"Rise!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Countless swords flew into the air and finally circled around Zhao Xuecheng's body.

"Kid, I'll give you one last chance."

"As long as you tell me the cultivation technique, I'll spare you."

Ever since he learned that Chen Hao was self-taught, Zhao Xuecheng had become obsessed.

Every time he cultivated, he had to spend a lot of money to go to the palace to absorb dragon energy.

Clearly, Chen Hao had a method of cultivation that didn't require absorbing dragon energy.

"If you want to come, then come, why so much nonsense."

"Alright, since you are determined to die, I will fulfill your wish!"

"Go!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The long swords surrounding Zhao Xuecheng's body attacked Chen Hao like a rainstorm.

"Hmph!"

Chen Hao snorted coldly.

He extended his right hand, and that Soul-Devouring Sword flew directly toward Chen Hao.

"Slash!"

Chen Hao poured all his energy into the Soul-Devouring Sword and then slashed fiercely.

Swish!

A sharp sword aura broke through the air.

This sword aura contained supreme power, and it seemed to be able to cut the entire world open.

The sword aura broke through all the long swords and finally hit Zhao Xuecheng in mid-air.

"Ah~!"

Zhao Xuecheng was cut into two halves by Chen Hao from the middle, and blood was spilled on the spot.

Chen Hao condensed flames in his right hand and threw them at Zhao Xuecheng.

Boom!

The scorching flames instantly enveloped Zhao Xuecheng's corpse.

"Ding-dong!"

"Congratulations to the host, corpse collection successful!"

"Obtained SSS-grade special ability—【Power of the Confucian Sword Immortal】!"

"【Power of the Confucian Sword Immortal】?"

Chen Hao recalled that Zhao Xuecheng did indeed give people the feeling of a scholar.

Unfortunately, this guy was a hypocrite.

Gold and jade on the outside, but rotten on the inside.

"Kid, how long are you going to keep grabbing me?"

Hearing this, Chen Hao looked at the Soul-Devouring Sword in his hand.

"Are you the sword spirit of the Soul-Devouring Sword?"

"That's right."

The sword spirit of the Soul-Devouring Sword emerged from the Soul-Devouring Sword.

Looking at the black-skinned child in front of him wearing a bellyband, Chen Hao narrowed his eyes.

"Not very old, but your temper is quite big."

Hearing this, the sword spirit of the Soul-Devouring Sword said angrily: "Kid, what did you say?"

"For my age, being your great-grandfather is enough."

"Being my great-grandfather?"

Chen Hao extended his right hand, directly pinched the ear of the Soul-Devouring Sword's sword spirit, and lifted it up.

"Who did you say you were going to be the great-grandfather of?"

"Ah ah ah ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

The sword spirit of the Soul-Devouring Sword immediately began to beg for mercy.

Facing others, the sword spirit of the Soul-Devouring Sword dared to act tough.

But the guy in front of him was Chen Hao! ===== CHAPTER 929 =====