Cultivation Begins with Skill Points

575: Chapter 564: My Sword Is No Less Sharp 575: Chapter 564: My Sword Is No Less Sharp Clang clang clang!

Amidst the vast sky, waves rolled one after another, as the clash between the two shattered the surrounding space.

This young son of the Feiyu Demon Emperor had reached the King Realm Perfection, just one step away from shattering the core and condensing the Heaven and Earth Dharma, truly a half-step Emperor, stronger than the one defeated last time.

“Roar!”

Fei Mo roared towards the sky, black blood seemingly flowing from his eyes.

“I am the Demon Emperor’s son, a born Saint Demon, you lowly creature, die for me.”

A blood-colored lotus flower manifested between Fei Mo’s brows, then instantly shattered, transforming into an enormous amount of Blood Essence Demon Qi that flooded into his body.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Immediately, a trembling sound resonated from within his body; the injuries he had just sustained healed instantly, and his momentum almost doubled.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

As his mind moved, the Blood Essence Demon Qi transformed into an armor cloak on his body; the rod in his hand emitted a crimson bloody golden glow amidst the endless demonic Qi.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The demonic Qi was as black as ink, the thick blood light raised a frenzy a thousand miles long, and the endless Primordial Qi turned into a hurricane that blew violently.

“Lowly creature, I want you dead.”

Fei Mo uttered words filled with endless chill one by one, causing an even more intense explosion.

Zhong Lin stood in the sky, his expression cold as iron, his robes flapping wildly in the wind.

He could sense that the surge in Fei Mo’s power didn’t come from himself but from that shattered blood lotus in his brow.

It was obvious that it was a contingency left by his Demon Emperor father.

And this was also the reason why so many Emperors had asked him to kill Fei Mo this time, as offspring deemed important by a Demon Emperor must have immense potential.

If he could kill him, it would certainly enrage the Feiyu Demon Emperor and influence the battle to some extent.

Of course, if he truly managed to kill Fei Mo, the one most affected would naturally be Zhong Lin.

He would surely be targeted by the Demon Emperor, constantly facing the possibility of death in the coming century-long war.

But it didn’t matter; if he couldn’t quickly improve his cultivation, no matter how significant a pawn, it was still a pawn, ready to be discarded at any time.

Looking up at the increasingly frenzied Fei Mo, a slight sneer appeared on Zhong Lin’s face.

“Ignorant of the concept.”

This Fei Mo young master, augmented by the Demon Emperor’s power, was naturally intimidating under this boundless pressure to ordinary King Realm powerhouses, who would find it difficult to resist.

However, to Zhong Lin, it was like an inflated bubble.

It seemed vast but was essentially vulnerable.

“Die!

Die!

Die!”

Upon hearing this, Fei Mo went completely berserk, his lips curling backwards, revealing fangs, his eyes turning completely red; the iron rod in his grasp extended with the wind, like a sky pillar sweeping away thousands of clouds, carrying the terrifying demonic might of a myriad of demons wailing, about to crush Zhong Lin with a single blow.

Explosion!

Collapse!

Roll!

Within a hundred thousand miles of the sky, everything tangible and intangible was shattered in an instant as that rod descended, corroded by the boundless demonic Qi into particles smaller than dust.

“Come on!”

Zhong Lin grinned, showing no sign of retreat, reaching out into the void with his right hand, a long sword appeared in his grip.

At this moment, the long sword in his hand instantly radiated with infinite light, as my Sword Intent tore through the demonic clouds.

Boom!

No more words were spoken; Zhong Lin leaped upwards, the long sword in his hand raised like a Divine Mountain standing against the heavens, heavy as the sun and moon, striking towards Fei Mo.

As he slashed out with one sword, all the infinite light converged inwards; it seemed to carry no weight at all, light as a wooden stick striking down.

But as this weightless sword descended, Fei Mo’s expression suddenly changed.

At this moment, he felt as if he had transformed into a bloated bubble, even though he discerned the mystery of Zhong Lin’s sword, the swelling demonic Qi couldn’t be controlled as he desired.

Even though it was only the slightest difference, for a strong opponent like Zhong Lin, it was enough.

Clang!

Amidst a long-lasting clanging sound of metal, one of Fei Mo’s arms along with the iron rod in his hand vanished, soaring upwards under immense power, disappearing above the firmament.

Poof!

No longer able to support himself, Fei Mo collapsed onto the clouds, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

Zhong Lin looked down at Fei Mo from a height, twirled the long sword in his hand, and said disdainfully, “Power is never just about being stronger.”

Fei Mo’s body was empowered with the Feiyu Demon Emperor’s strength, seemingly formidable, but like a child wielding a great sword, only intimidating to ordinary martial artists.

However, for an existence like Zhong Lin, who had mastered any martial art to perfection and grasped conception, Fei Mo was full of flaws, requiring only a light touch on his weakness to defeat him instantly, even easier than when he was not empowered by the Demon Emperor’s strength.

In fact, if there hadn’t been the empowerment, it might have taken longer to take him down, but as for now…

“No…impossible, I am the Demon Emperor’s son, a born Saint Demon, I…”

Slice!

Zhong Lin’s long sword swung, Fei Mo’s head flew off, his Divine Soul extinguished, dying on the spot.

“Where does all this nonsense come from?”

Zhong Lin curled his lips, picked up Fei Mo’s Blood Pill and swallowed it directly, using Blazing Flame to incinerate and refine it.

As for the blood-colored long rod that was knocked away, he retrieved it and tossed it into the Donghuang Bell for refining and devouring.

“My son.”

In a far-off time and space, Feiyu Demon Emperor abruptly opened his eyes, looking through layers of space towards the headless Fei Mo, his violent aura soared to the sky, and endless wrath burned the firmament.

Zhong Lin stood quietly where he was, looking up at the blood-colored giant eye suddenly appearing in the sky, then grinning broadly, displaying a wild intent.

He could feel the anger and terrifying power within that blood-colored giant eye, knowing that if the Feiyu Demon Emperor’s true form were here, his body wouldn’t be able to withstand a moment without shattering instantly.

However, all the Demon Emperors in the Blood Flower Realm were blocked outside the passage, and at least for now, they had not entered the Qingyuan World.

So what could they do to him?

“Green Origin Realm Human Clan Martial Artist, I remember you; the day I enter the Qingyuan World will be the day of your demise.

I will burn your Divine Soul on fire for ten thousand years to vent my anger.”

Feiyu Demon Emperor’s furious voice resounded throughout the Northern Plain, his cold killing intent even more terrifying than the ice and snow of the Northern Plain.

“If the Feiyu Demon Emperor truly comes, even then my sword will not be powerless.” Zhong Lin spoke leisurely.

“Good!

Good!

Good!”

Feiyu Demon Emperor seemed not to have expected Zhong Lin to be so arrogant; the blood light in that giant eye shone even more brightly.

“All warriors hear my order, the one who kills this person will be my personal disciple.”

Simultaneously, a drop of blood light fell from the eye, marking Zhong Lin with lightning speed.

This mark did not harm, but it made Zhong Lin as conspicuous as a firefly in the night to the Blood Demon Clan’s eyes, making him difficult to hide.

With this command, Zhong Lin became the target of all, the “Supreme Treasure” that all the Blood Demon Clan wanted to eliminate.

While all the Qingyuan World martial artists were worried, Zhong Lin just stretched lazily.