Mortals cultivate immortality, and their IQ is playing with their heartbeats

#1027 - Sword Sacrifice

Water Dragon pointed with his hand and softly uttered, "Arise!" The sword responded with a 'clang,' flying into his hand, a force of heaven and earth gathering and dispersing in his grip.

He burst into loud laughter, the sound echoing throughout the space.

Then, the sword began to spin around him again, its light flashing, a beautiful sight.

Scholar Dragon said triumphantly, "Hahaha, I've finally succeeded!"

Huanglong Zhenren, seeing this, also wore a face full of smiles, cupping his hands in congratulations, saying, "Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, on successfully forging the Dharma Sword. When the time comes in the Land of Chaos, you will surely be able to turn the tide and achieve supreme renown."

The Chaos Demon Ape also guffawed, his voice rough and unrestrained.

He patted Water Dragon's shoulder.

"Fellow Daoist is indeed a chosen one, actually able to obtain such a treasure, truly congratulations, congratulations!"

The others were all pleasantly surprised, looking at the successfully forged Dharma Sword, their hearts filled with awe and envy.

These Nascent Soul stage cultivators were already exhausted, some lying down, others leaning. They had paid a great price to forge this sword.

They had been forging non-stop for years, with no time to rest.

Fortunately, the Dharma Sword was complete, and their efforts had been rewarded.

One of the female cultivators looked at the Dharma Sword, her eyes flashing with excitement.

"Senior, now that the sword has been forged, I still have some matters to attend to and would like to leave first.

As for the reward, I won't take even a single spiritual stone."

Scholar Dragon laughed heartily upon hearing this, waving his hand.

"No problem, no problem, everything is up to you, you may leave."

The woman was so excited she couldn't control herself. She turned to leave, her steps light and cheerful.

But suddenly, Scholar Dragon raised his hand and unleashed a sword strike.

With a 'clang,' sword energy swirled, like a dragon emerging from the sea, transforming into an extremely sharp ray of water, abruptly attacking the female cultivator.

Wherever the ray of water passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, directly cutting the female cultivator in two, not even sparing her Nascent Soul, which was directly shattered by the overbearing sword energy.

This scene happened too quickly, too suddenly, and all the Nascent Soul stage cultivators felt chills in their hearts, shivering.

They looked at Scholar Dragon in horror, not understanding why he would suddenly attack.

One of the fat cultivators mustered his courage and asked, his voice trembling.

"Senior, what is the meaning of this? We worked so hard to forge a treasure sword for you, why would you suddenly become a murderer?"

The Scholar Dragon curled the corner of his mouth into a cold smile, slowly saying.

"Actually, I didn't want to kill her either, but as soon as my sword was completed, it contained an unspeakable baleful aura, and someone needed to be sacrificed to appease the sword.

Since she took the lead, then I can only use her to sacrifice the sword.

Doesn't she understand the principle that the first bird to stick its head out gets shot?"

All the Nascent Soul stage cultivators were even more frightened upon hearing this, and no one dared to say another word.

At this time, Scholar Dragon turned his gaze to the fat man, his eyes full of戏谑戏谑and indifference.

"Weren't you speaking up for her? Then accompany her on her journey."

The fat man's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. He roared and turned to flee.

However, how could he escape Scholar Dragon's sword intent?

With a light wave of Scholar Dragon's hand, a sword energy shot out like lightning, directly cutting the fat man in two.

Sure enough, these Transformation God stage cultivators are truly untrustworthy, killing as they please, their methods extremely ruthless.

The other cultivators had already anticipated their fate, their hearts filled with despair and fear.

But Li Chengfeng remained calm and composed, standing at the back, not saying a word, just watching this scene with a smile, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

Looking at his appearance, a skinny man among the crowd couldn't help but point at him and curse.

"Tian Ku, you trash, offering up treasures, and now that Senior wants to kill us, you're still smiling here, you're just an idiot!"