Sharp Knife

In this lawless realm of martial arts, I unsheathe my sword and ascend, its blade cutting through the emptiness, devoid of guilt or remorse. In a world where no being adheres to the Dao, I execute judgment with the sharp edge of my blade. Beneath the icy scrutiny of the starlit sky, I brandish my sword with disdain.
The journey to the Great Dao is fraught with challenges, but with a single stroke of my sword, I carve a path, standing supreme and unparalleled!

Heaven Slaying Blade

Emperor Feng Chun drank the entire cup in one go, his expression unchanged as he looked at Chu Mo, even a slight smile graced his lips, a smile of resignation. His complexion started to be overtaken by a layer of pitch black, and then a mouthful of black blood sprayed out from his mouth.


At this moment, a rustling sound of fluttering clothes came from the sky above.


Eight figures appeared out of thin air and descended down, surrounding the two individuals.


An elder wailed, "Ninth Uncle, why must you suffer so! Why did you choose to do this?"


This elder was the eighth leader of Lingdan Hall, who had the deepest affection with Ninth Uncle Feng Chun. Although not blood brothers, they were closer than true brothers.


The seventh leader of Lingdan Hall, a charming middle-aged woman, could no longer hold back her tears as she looked at Feng Chun despairingly, "Ninth Uncle, why are you so foolish? Now that the Blood Demon Ancestor has been put down, why still do this?"


Chapter 1337: The Big Boss