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Chapter 102: That’s a Demonic Sword
🕑 Added 2024-09-20 05:50:43 +0000 UTCRen Xing’s gaze swept over them as he spoke, his eyes filled with defiance. Now that he had become so powerful, the Lion Mercenary Corps was nothing to fear.
“Hahahahaha!”
Zhao Shi laughed aloud, his expression turning cold and serious.
“Do you think our Lion Mercenary Corps holds power over the Tian Valley Mountain Range solely because of our strength?”
Zhao Shi’s smile faded. The Tian Valley Mountain Range was too vast for just the Lion Mercenary Corps to control. They had backing—the help of the City Lord of Qing City, a much larger city than Star City.
“So what?”
Ren Xing smirked eerily. At this point, there was nothing he feared as long as he held Soul Cleaver in his hand.
Zhao Shi furrowed his brow, observing Ren Xing's unsettling expression.
“Enough talk. Submit to me, or die!”
Ren Xing laughed loudly.
“You're courting death!”
The members of the Lion Mercenary Corps could no longer hold back. Ren Xing was being far too arrogant.
“Oh? You think you can kill me?”
Ren Xing's eerie smile remained, unfazed.
“Kill him,” Zhao Shi commanded calmly, his gaze locked on Ren Xing.
As soon as Zhao Shi spoke, the Lion Mercenary Corps' deputy commander, a sixth-tier peak warrior, charged forward with a massive battle axe, aiming to strike Ren Xing down.
Clang!
Ren Xing swiftly raised Soul Cleaver, blocking the powerful strike effortlessly.
“Hehe,”
Ren Xing’s lips twisted into a sinister grin as he infused his energy into Soul Cleaver. A surge of sword energy erupted, sending the deputy commander flying backward.
“Die, all of you!”
Ren Xing roared as he swung his sword horizontally, unleashing a terrifying wave of sword energy. The Lion Mercenary Corps warriors rushing at him were instantly sliced in two.
[Killed fourth-tier warrior, gained 400 evolution points]
[Killed fourth-tier warrior, gained 400 evolution points]
The system's notifications continued to ring in Ren Xing’s mind as the blood of his slain enemies floated into the air, gathering toward Soul Cleaver.
Since evolving to S-rank, Soul Cleaver could now absorb the blood of enemies instantly.
“What kind of sword is that!?”
Zhao Shi’s eyes widened as he witnessed the blood being absorbed into the sword.
“Hehehe, with that level of strength, you think you can kill me?”
Ren Xing sneered. The remaining Lion Mercenary Corps members hesitated, their weapons raised but too terrified to approach. Ren Xing had just wiped out their comrades in mere moments—his power was overwhelming.
The deputy commander, clutching his warhammer tightly, glanced at Zhao Shi and said, “Captain, that sword in his hand appears to be a demonic sword.”
“Indeed.”
Zhao Shi nodded, his expression growing increasingly grave.
Before they could react, Ren Xing attacked first. His face filled with murderous intent, he lunged at the deputy commander with Soul Cleaver.
Clang!
The deputy commander managed to block the strike with his warhammer, but the force of the blow caused deep wounds to appear on his hands from the impact.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
Ren Xing sneered and launched a flurry of attacks.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
His speed was incredible. The deputy commander barely had any time to defend, forced into constant retreat.
Then, with a resounding crack, the deputy commander’s supposedly indestructible warhammer was sliced in half.
“Impossible!”
The deputy commander’s eyes widened in disbelief. Just as Ren Xing was about to deliver the final blow, a figure suddenly appeared.
Boom!
Ren Xing was kicked away, his body sent flying into a nearby rock, the impact echoing loudly.
“Damn you,”
Zhao Shi muttered coldly, having seized the opportunity to strike Ren Xing.
“Captain!”
The deputy commander, his warhammer now useless, looked at Zhao Shi with relief.
“That sword of his is definitely a demonic sword,”
Zhao Shi said darkly, his eyes narrowed. He glanced at the shattered warhammer and couldn’t hide his shock. The weapon had been forged from Skyfall Meteorite, a material known for its extreme hardness, yet it had been cut clean in half.
“It could be an S-rank weapon or higher,” the deputy commander remarked, clenching his fists.
At this moment, Zhao Shi drew the massive sword from his back.
Spurt!
Ren Xing, who had slammed into the rocks, spat out a mouthful of blood. But he quickly stood up again, seemingly unscathed by the attack.
“Interesting,”
Ren Xing grinned, letting his blood drip onto Soul Cleaver’s blade, where it was instantly absorbed.
[Bloodthirsty Rampage]!
With a thought, Ren Xing activated the skill, unleashing immense power. His entire body became enveloped in a violent blood-red aura.
“I’ve decided. I’m going to wipe out your entire Lion Mercenary Corps.”
Ren Xing laughed maniacally.
“Madman,”
The deputy commander growled, while Zhao Shi, now holding his sword, gathered a massive amount of energy, causing the surrounding air to swirl with fierce winds.
Whoosh!
In the next moment, Zhao Shi swung his massive sword, unleashing a terrifying gust of energy.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground shattered as the shockwave tore through it. This was the power of a seventh-tier combat technique.
The surrounding warriors watched in awe, their eyes wide in disbelief.
“Such a petty trick!!!”
Ren Xing roared in defiance. He began burning his life force, channeling it into Soul Cleaver.
In that instant, most of the blood in his body was consumed, infusing the sword with a monstrous surge of energy.
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