Invincible Starting from Max Level Attributes Chapter 1129

Chapter 1129: Chapter 1156: That's Mine! (Part 1) Chapter 1129: Chapter 1156: That's Mine! (Part 1) “Huh, the sword demon old man is about to awaken!”

The old man's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a showy red gourd from nowhere, guzzling down its contents with gusto, clearly enjoying the commotion.

This old man was none other than Zhou Tong, who had once crossed paths with Yang Zhen.

No sooner had Zhou Tong finished speaking than a terrifying surge burst forth from the sword demon's body, flattening the entire hilltop in an instant and sending countless people screaming as they were blown backwards.

Nine Dragons and the Heaven Mountain Holy Lord frowned, looking at the sword demon with shock written all over their faces.

The aura emanating from the sword demon had grown even stronger, making him resemble a sharp sword.

“Boy, you were right, everything can be a sword, and I… am the unique sword in this world!”

Hum–!

A resonant hum sounded as a vicious black gale enveloped the sword demon, condensing into an ink-black great sword in mid-air that seemed terrifying and made one's flesh crawl.

Some observers, after noticing the sword demon's eyes, went pale with horror and cried out, “Look quick, the sword demon senior, it seems he has also succumbed to devilry!”

Nine Dragons paused, focusing on the sword demon's eyes that were as dark as endless space, quiet and deep.

“No…” Nine Dragons shook his head, “This isn't devilry, this is entering into some strange state.”

“Not devilry?” The Heaven Mountain Holy Lord looked doubtful, “From the look of it, he seems like he's succumbed to devilry.”

Nine Dragons still shook his head, “After falling into devilry, one loses all reasoning, but he still has his reasoning. This is… this is no longer the sword demon's reasoning.”

“You mean…” The Heaven Mountain Holy Lord gasped, “He has severed his way?”

Nine Dragons nodded solemnly, “It's not just about severing the way, he has severed himself, everything, leaving only his body.”

The Heaven Mountain Holy Lord's mouth fell open, but no words came out, his face full of shock.

How far can a person go in their ruthlessness?

This madman sword demon, to sever even himself, is he still the sword demon?

Or rather, this is a newly born… entity!

The sword demon laughed heartily, taking steps towards Yang Zhen and the sword idiot Luo Shanyang.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat; each of the sword demon's steps seemed leisurely, yet his speed was incredibly fast, almost reaching Luo Shanyang's back in one step, hand landing on Luo Shanyang's shoulder.

Luo Shanyang was panting heavily, sweat mixed with blood on his face. Turning around, he stared blankly at the sword demon, his mouth dry as he struggled to utter, “Master!”

The sword demon shuddered at the word, letting out a sigh, “I was wrong, indeed. I was too attached to the legacy, too fixated on my thoughts, without realizing that a sword… is just a sword, without all these messy emotions entwined!”

Hearing the sword demon's words, Luo Shanyang's face changed drastically, his body trembling like sieve, his mouth agape, nearly bursting into tears, “Master… Master?”

“Go, it is I who have failed you!” The sword demon spoke and then struck Luo Shanyang's head with his palm.

With that palm strike, Luo Shanyang was cleaved in two as if pierced by a sharp sword, his body splitting apart.

A hysterical scream echoed as Luo Shanyang's spirit soul escaped its flesh only to be caught by the sword demon, who threw it into his mouth.

“Damn!” Yang Zhen yelped, blurting out reflexively, “Crunchy?”

This darn old guy just eats anything, and right under the eyes of this very Sao Saint–this was freakishly bizarre.

The sudden action of the sword demon had everyone sweating cold sweat.

The whole hilltop, now flattened, was filled with people staring dumbfounded at the sword demon, shrouded in black aura, their faces drained of blood.

“Luo Shanyang, killed by his own master?”

Everyone was momentarily unable to accept this reality.

This decisive palm strike, this unfettered consumption, just as Yang Zhen said–crisp and crunchy!

The sword demon had gone mad, surely this old man was insane!

Everyone swallows hard and turns their gaze to Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen wished their eyeballs would just burst.

F*ck, why are you all looking at me, Sao Saint? Go do whatever you should be doing.

This decrepit old man is right in front of us, what if he's not full yet?

Where am I, Sao Saint, a match for this decrepit old man?

“Well… my Spirit Soul isn't fragile!” Yang Zhen grinned, showing his most sincere smile, and slowly tried to sidle away.

The sword demon's entire eye socket was pitch-black, and Yang Zhen didn't know if the sword demon was looking at him or not, he could only slowly try to make his escape.

Suddenly, the sword demon, just like Yang Zhen, also grinned and slowly stretched out his hand.

“Kid, run!”

A loud shout came through, and Nine Dragons arrived with his sword in hand. In just an instant, he appeared behind the sword demon.

“Sword demon, have you truly gone mad?”

Boom—-!

The resounding clash of metal rang out. Without turning his head, the sword demon raised his hand and blocked Nine Dragons' full-strength sword strike!

Nine Dragons staggered backward, his face showing surprise as he cursed, “You old thing, you've made a breakthrough again?”

“It's none of your business!”

Without turning back, the sword demon, his dark eye sockets fixed on Yang Zhen, said, “You're very special!”

Yang Zhen grinned and replied, “Too kind, too kind!”

The sword demon reached out again toward Yang Zhen's shoulder.

Yang Zhen's Spirit Soul almost popped out, and with a boom, he struck at the sword demon with his sword, hitting the demon's outstretched hand.

How strong was Yang Zhen at that moment?

With that sword strike, added to the weight of the Great Missing Sword, he smashed the sword demon's hand into two pieces, dangling at the elbow, looking like it might break off at any moment.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped, rubbing their eyes in disbelief.

The sword demon's hand, it actually broke off?

However, what truly shocked everyone wasn't this. After the sword strike, the sword demon merely glanced at his severed hand and nodded, saying, “Not a bad strength.”

No sooner had he spoken than his other hand lifted.

Feeling a chill up his back, Yang Zhen gritted his teeth, ready to fight the old man to the death.

Just at that moment, a ribbon suddenly came from behind, winding around Yang Zhen's waist, yanking him back into a forced retreat.

Yang Zhen turned his head to look and immediately grinned, his soul still unsettled as he said, “Thank you, miss!”

Heaven Mountain Holy Lord's expression was solemn as she stood in front of Yang Zhen and said, “Step back!”

“Roger that!” Yang Zhen shrank his neck and huddled behind Fu Yao and the others.

Fu Yao and others instantly moved away from Yang Zhen, looking at him as if they saw a monster, then shifted their gaze back to the sword demon.

Despite having one hand severed, the sword demon showed no change in expression when faced with Heaven Mountain Holy Lord and Nine Dragons Saint–two mighty saints.

“Neither of you are a match for me,” said the sword demon, his voice narrating a matter of fact, yet causing everyone listening to feel a rush of fear.

This posture was much cooler than Yang Zhen's just now.

After all, they were two saintly beings. What had the sword demon realized that he dared to confront two great saints single-handedly?

Hum—-!

A faint hum sounded, and the Willow Heart Sword in Luo Shanyang's dead hand suddenly flew up, hovering beside the sword demon.

Yang Zhen pointed to the Willow Heart Sword and said to the people around him, “That's mine!”

Fu Yao gave Yang Zhen a blank look, and Li Qingfeng moved further away from Yang Zhen, as if he was truly afraid of him!

Chapter end

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