Chapter 453 - Evil Eye (1/2)

In the depths of the Nether Demon Stream, there was a large door at the bottom of a mountain. Even though it was incredibly broken, the hall within it still remained.

The hall was very big, and there were 30 Tang King Clan disciples standing guard.

Tang Juetian stood in front of a stone coffin. He was wearing large blue robes and had a cold and handsome appearance. His eyes were sharp, and he was just standing there. He seemed like a spear with a powerful aura.

Following his gaze, he was looking at a stone sword inside the coffin.

The stone sword was one meter long and ten or so centimeters wide, and it had a shape similar to a bottle gourd.

There was an eyeball between the blade and the hilt, looking extremely like a human’s eyeball.

It was spinning, as if it was looking around, looking incredibly horrifying.

Tang Juetian muttered, “Is this really a Saint Sword?”

A voice sounded in his mind, tempting him to take hold of the sword. However, his heart was incredibly firm, and he was not influenced.

At that moment, a disciple walked within ten steps of him and cupped his fists as he shouted, “Young master, the Great Heaven God Dynasty’s Lu Tingjun is heading over!”

Lu Tingjun!

Before Emperor Jundao appeared, he was the number one genius in the Great Heaven God Dynasty. He had reached Void Extreme Immortal when he was only 8,000 years old, and now that he was over 10,000 years old, he was even stronger.

Tang Juetian’s eyes narrowed as he said, “I never thought he would also come. Very good, we didn’t determine a clear winner from our battle before.”

He turned and walked towards the door, saying, “Don’t let anyone get near the stone coffin. There is an evil sword inside and will tempt people’s hearts. If anyone touches it, their soul will be devoured.”

Hearing this, the 30 Tang King Clan disciples’ hearts trembled.

They all came from the same clan and trusted that Tang Juetian would not trick them. After all, from the start, Tang Juetian had not touched that sword.

Soon, Tang Juetian left.

Not too long after he left, Zhou Xuanji and the others came over. They looked over from a distance and could see cultivators standing guard in front of the door.

Wu Qiu said in a low voice, “Lan Shangying, you go and attract some of the enemies and I’ll attract the rest. Afterwards, brother Xuanji can go and steal the sword.”

Lan Shangying nodded and did not say anything before rushing out with her sword.

These Tang King Clan disciples only had Golden Immortal stage cultivation, and even though they were at least at the Seventh Revolution, how could they be a match for Lan Shangying?

Lan Shangying quickly grabbed a female disciple and said coldly, “The Tang King Clan is not much!”

Afterwards, she sped off with the female disciple, and immediately, eight male disciples furiously chased after her.

“Stop right there!”

“Let my cousin go!”

“Despicable!”

It was quite dark down here, making it so they could not see Lan Shangying’s face.

After they left, Wu Qiu rushed out and drew away another seven disciples.

Now, there were only 13 disciples left inside the hall.

Zhou Xuanji put on an iron mask and held the Soft Velvety Sword as he shot out.

He first absorbed all of these disciples’ magic energy before stabbing them with the sword, making them strengthlessly collapse to the ground.

So as to avoid developing enmity with the Tang King Clan, he did not kill them.

The Tang King Clan could be counted as a righteous sect, and if this matter was brought to light in the future, they would not be able to say much as they were simply inferior.

Soon, the 13 Tang King Clan disciples weakly fell to the ground and furiously looked at Zhou Xuanji.

They did not even have the strength to speak.

Zhou Xuanji came before the stone coffin and looked at the stone sword.

Was this a Saint Sword?

Why did it look so evil?

Zhou Xuanji looked at the eye on the sword in confusion. He did not immediately stretch out his hand and instead talked with the nine souls.

Liu Wuji said, “It’s most likely not a Saint Sword; I can sense the ripples of a soul within the sword.”

Oh?

Could it be that there was an old demon hiding in the sword, pretending to be a Saint Sword so it could possess someone?

Zhou Xuanji raised the Ancient God Sword and slashed out.

Clang—