Chapter 389

The Demon Lord Duoming did not hesitate—he struck without warning.

"Demon and Devil, Wild Dance!"

The same technique—Duoming was far, far stronger than that Duosi!

Countless demonic shadows appeared, each giant hand descending toward Meng Zhangqing.

Duoming's eyes gleamed with confidence.

As previously stated, he was no ordinary fifth-rank demon.

In no time at all, he would step into the sixth rank!

Thus, even his most basic demonic talent was enough to shatter a mere 4th stage of the Divine Connection Realm human warrior!

Yet the next second!

A terrifying blade-like force suddenly erupted!

A colossal, sky-piercing sword rose from the ground!

That was the Supreme Sword Intent!

At the same moment!

Brilliant sword light slashed across, dividing heaven and earth, clarity and turbidity!

"Sword... Twenty!"

The Scripture of the Ten Emperors' Swords: Great Expansion Twenty-Three Swords.

The later the sword technique, the more exquisite and powerful it became!

Compared to other heavenly-grade martial arts.

The Scripture of the Ten Emperors' Swords required little in the way of resources—only insight, for it primarily drew upon sword momentum and sword intent.

A spiritual sword attack!

Thus, though it seemed to need no resources, its threshold was extremely high.

Who among mortals possesses martial momentum and martial truth?

"What?!"

Duoming's expression changed slightly.

He had never seen such terrifying sword blade-might.

Merely by gazing upon it, he felt his consciousness splitting apart.

And most crucially:

That sky-piercing great sword!

Was the legendary, exceedingly rare Supreme Sword Intent!

And not a mere prototype—it had reached a full three-tenths mastery!

"This is no top human prodigy—it is a world-suppressing monster!"

All of Duoming's condescension vanished.

Replaced by solemnity.

Among demons, he was among the elite prodigies.

But compared to a world-suppressing monster,

He was nowhere near!

A world-suppressing monster's combat power was beyond imagination!

No wonder he had slain so many fifth-rank demons in succession!

Yet according to what he knew, the other side of the rift was Lingzhou.

A weak great state, nearly last in ranking in the Southern Region—how could such a powerful talent emerge from there?

No time to ponder.

Duoming hastily reclaimed his focus.

He raised both hands to block the sword.

Boom!

Upon contact, he was as if struck heavily, blasted backward hundreds of meters before barely stopping.

"Heavenly-grade sword art!"

Duoming drew a deep breath.

Wiped the blood from his lips.

Earth-grade martial arts could not harm him.

Only heavenly-grade, and only those involving the spiritual path, could.

And this sword was precisely such a one!

"Hmm… Not bad. You actually managed to block it."

A smile appeared on Meng Zhangqing's face, a hunter's delight in seeing worthy prey: "So far, no demon I've faced could withstand even one of my swords."

"You barely qualify to recite poetry."

"But this poem… is truly mediocre. Remember to revise it in your next life."

Duoming could accept the earlier words—but the final sentence made his hands clench tight.

Mediocre?!

As the most talented demon in his clan, this was his lifelong masterpiece!

He had planned to use it as his poetic title upon ascending to the sixth rank—and even the seventh!

Yet now he was told it was mediocre!

This was ten thousand times more humiliating than defeating him!

"Even if you are a calamity that suppresses the world, you must remain here today!"

Lord Duoming was utterly enraged!

His eyes were like two blood-red suns, radiating endless demonic light!

"The Eyes of Sinking? Ten Thousand Demon Mountains!"

This was purely a mental attack!

Visualize an ancient object, then use extremely powerful mental force to manifest it!

It also carried layers of immense power!

This was a shocking sight.

Above the sky, boundless darkness descended, that was a vast expanse of ancient mountains!

It was thick with an oppressive feeling!

It seemed capable of crushing the entire great age and sweeping away everything!

"Good!"

Meng Zhangqing felt no fear, only joy.

He now wanted an opponent who could bring such pressure!

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Only thus could one unleash the full power of the sword techniques!

At the same time, comprehend the final move of the Sword Scripture!

Sword Move Twenty-Three!

This sword technique was the most powerful among them, and also the most difficult.

Even Mo Shukuang had not yet reached it!

According to the Sword Scripture, if this sword move is mastered, it seems even heaven and earth could be completely shattered!