Blood of the Demon Clan

The young man from the Demon Sect, at the Mount Moving Realm mid-stage, walked up, advancing against the retreat of the other seventeen Demon Sect disciples.

He walked straight up to Sun Sheng, and the domineering blade intent seemed unable to stop him at all. His steps were slow, and his gaze calmly fixed on Sun Sheng.

"Wouldn't it be better to obediently let yourself be killed?" he suddenly spoke, his originally calm face suddenly turned ferocious, and red light flashed in his eyes. "Why, why force me to take action."

As his words fell, his hand lifted, a hand shrouded in dense black mist. Sun Sheng watched as it descended with a slashing motion.

A clashing sound of metal and iron rang out.

Sun Sheng's blade experienced an irresistible force, and he took several steps back before easing himself.