"This little brat... what's going on?!"
His own magical White Bone Evil Sword, turned into tofu-like bits, crushed so easily by him?
This... is he really "human"?!
The old monster cultivator was shocked and confused.
But he was not willing to sit and wait for death.
This brat might be a formidable enemy, but after hundreds of years of planning and endless efforts, now having finally transformed into the Evil Spirit Sword Demon, he was definitely not an ant to be easily crushed!
Unless you break the cauldrons and sink the boats, fight a deadly battle, how would you know who will win in the end?
If you don't fight hard, how will you know you can't win?
"Alright..."
The old monster cultivator, with a bone for his body and sword remains for his limbs, revealed a strong fighting spirit in his fierce eyes. The bone sword was filled with venom-like demonic qi, his aura continually climbing higher, his skeletal body gradually became larger, surrounded by bloody sword qi.
