Everyone looked up only to see a fiery red light streaking across the sky from the other end of the horizon.
It disappeared in the blink of an eye,
and almost within a single breath, the True Divine Sword had already appeared in Xu Zimei’s hand.
He held the sword, its tip gently resting on the ground.
The moment the True Divine Sword appeared, it seemed to command the respect of all other swords, as those around it began to tremble.
It was almost as if they were paying homage.
Even the sword in Lu Changgen’s hand was no exception, trembling soon after.
"What a sword," the Breeze Venerable beside him couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
The entire sword seemed to be of natural perfection, as if it were a rare treasure.
The body of the sword shimmered with light, presenting a flawless appearance that left no weaknesses to be found.
And most precious of all, the sword was spirit-infused.
Xu Zimei looked at the sword in his hand and sighed softly.
Though the sword was magnificent, it ultimately wasn’t his weapon.
This sword was forged by the Holy Master, and its Sword Spirit was nurtured by the Holy Master; Xu Zimei had simply acquired it.
In the end, it was no match for his Tyrant Shadow.
Lu Changgen, who witnessed this scene, had a deeper seriousness in his eyes.
Yet, there seemed to be an added excitement.
It was unclear what he was excited about.
"In that case, we should give you a proper welcome, can’t let you be disappointed," Lu Changgen said to Xu Zimei, suddenly uttering such a sentence.
Most peculiarly, although he was but one person, two different voices could be heard when he spoke.
One was his normal voice, and the other was hoarse and magnetic.
It was somewhat reminiscent of a split personality.
"Be careful," Ji Ruobing warned Xu Zimei as she watched from the side.
"Lu Changgen isn’t purely of the human race, there’s also the bloodline of the Witch Clan in him."
This was hardly a secret within the Slaying Immortal Sect.
Though Lu Changgen and Lu Changhen were brothers, they had different mothers.
It was said that Lu Changgen’s mother was from the Witch Clan, and he had even activated another bloodline within himself.
The Witch Clan was a very ancient race.
Despite the presence of the word ’Demonic’ in their name, in truth, the Witch Clan had no connection whatsoever with the Demon Race.
This clan possessed a very special ability.
They could absorb the power of others.
Not by devouring, but truly assimilating it and making it their own.
Moreover, their bodies were innately able to accommodate such power, consolidating it within perfectly and in a balanced manner.
Such was the Witch Clan.
It was because of their unique ability that they were hunted by many on the Yuan Central Continent.
People were eager to study the principles behind this absorption, to develop similar Cultivation Techniques or Vein Skills.
It could be said that now on the Yuan Central Continent, it was quite difficult to encounter anyone from the Witch Clan.
Because they all hid in places rarely frequented by others.
Originally, the Spiritual Energy surrounding Lu Changgen was blood red.
Now, it had begun transforming into a purple hue.
And this purple was strangely enchanting; it didn’t seem like a gas, but more like a dense liquid.
Moreover, it wasn’t pure purple; there was a hint of black mixed in.
The black and purple aura seemed to pollute even the air around it.
Lu Changgen sheathed his sword and set it down.
His entire being resembled a ferocious beast from the Primordial Era, charging furiously towards Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei frowned slightly and threw a punch as well.
With a thunderous "boom", Lu Changgen was sent flying backwards in the face of overwhelming force.
Xu Zimei’s brows furrowed; he could feel that the other party didn’t seem to have sustained significant injuries.
Watching Lu Changgen flying backward like a mad dog, he got up and continued to attack.
Xu Zimei also pressed forward, engaging in combat with his opponent.
After a few moves, Xu Zimei shockingly discovered that this guy had an incredibly strong ability to endure and seemed inexhaustible.
Moreover, Xu Zimei began to realize that with every strike, the other side seemed to be absorbing his strength.
"What pure strength," Lu Changgen, covered in blood, still laughed loudly.
"It has been a long time since I’ve absorbed such strong power."
Before he finished speaking, Xu Zimei’s fist had already enlarged in front of his eyes.
He threw a punch that sent him flying.
Lu Changgen once again stood up shakily from the ground and laughed, "That’s enough, it’s sufficient."
A purple glow began to surge around him.
Then, he condensed all the power he had absorbed.
As this power condensed, his presence soared by several levels.
The void around him began to shatter on its own.
Every area touched by the purple light was utterly fragmented.
"Explode," Lu Changgen roared.
As if he had concentrated everything into this punch.
Even his expression became distorted.
"When you go to Hell, remember to report my name, there’s no difference between you and those wronged souls who died at my hands."
With a "boom," an explosive sound that shook heaven and earth erupted.
People’s eardrums seemed to have burst, and they began to buzz.
But at that moment, everyone was focused on the epicenter of the two combatants’ fight.
A mad wind raged through the area, tearing the void and leaving echoing sounds in the air.
Lu Changgen’s fist smashed into Xu Zimei’s stomach.
Xu Zimei didn’t dodge or defend; he let the punch land.
Lu Changgen looked down, his gaze vacant as he stared at his fist.
It seemed numb, and only he knew the true force behind this punch.
But the man in front of him stood still without a ripple.
Even his expression did not change.
"Is it fun?" Xu Zimei looked down, a light smile on his lips, and asked.
"How could it be," Lu Changgen withdrew his fist and stood rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to comprehend the scene before him.
With a "slap," Xu Zimei lifted his right foot and stomped his opponent to the ground.
His right foot on Lu Changgen’s face, he tried to bury his head into the earth.
The ground beneath his foot had long since shattered and disappeared.
"I’ve heard from Ji Ruobing that you have a heavy penchant for killing," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"You even aspired to become the next Slaughter Great Emperor, or perhaps to surpass him."
"But do you know the biggest difference between you and the Slaughter Great Emperor?"
"What?" Struggling, Lu Changgen turned his head to look at Xu Zimei and asked.
"The Slaughter Great Emperor was lucky, he didn’t live in the same era as me," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Your luck, it seems, is far worse."
"Such arrogance," Lu Changgen replied.
But this time his voice was not his own; it was another hoarse, magnetic voice.
"If you’ve got the skills, of course you’re arrogant," Xu Zimei said with a smile.
"Do you know why I’m so bloodthirsty?" Lu Changgen suddenly asked.
Even now, with Xu Zimei’s foot on his head, there wasn’t a hint of anger or panic in him.
Aside from his initial shock and astonishment, he was back to his usual self.
"I don’t know, nor am I interested," Xu Zimei replied.
"No, you will be interested soon enough," Lu Changgen said with a smile in return.