Chapter 128: The Sword Spirit Cowers! Is This Sword Spineless?

The center of the sword Formation storm was supposed to be a dead zone that strangled everything.

But at this moment, it was eerily quiet.

Gu Lan held the burning heaven broken sword, looking with a strange expression at the demonic sword, "soul-devouring sword," which was floating in mid-air and shivering.

Just a moment ago, he thought he was in for a fierce battle. After all, this was an ancient demonic sword with an infamous reputation.

As it turned out…

When the burning heaven broken sword above his head released a wisp of its Aura, this overbearing demonic sword was like a rat encountering its natural enemy. It instantly withdrew all of its Killing Intent, and even the demonic runes on the blade dimmed, looking completely cowardly, as if pleading, "Spare me, Big Bro, I surrender!"

"Is that… it?"

Gu Lan tentatively reached out and gripped the hilt of the soul-devouring sword.

"Buzz—"

An extremely flattering Divine Thought instantly entered his mind:

[B-Boss! Don't kill me! I'm very useful!]

[I'll protect my Master automatically! I can devour Divine Souls! I can even warm my Master's bed! Please take me in, Boss!]

Gu Lan's lips twitched.

What kind of weird sword spirit is this?

What happened to the promised ominous sword? What happened to devouring Divine Souls?

How is it such a spineless wimp?

"Are you afraid of it?" Gu Lan pointed to the burning heaven broken sword floating above his head.

[Scared! Scared to death!]

The Soul-Devouring Sword Spirit's voice was trembling.

[That is… that existence's personal sword… Although it's broken, that world-burning and earth-destroying Aura made someone as insignificant as me flee in terror a thousand years ago!]

[As long as you don't use that sword to roast me, Boss, I'll do whatever you want!]

Gu Lan's heart stirred.

It seemed that this broken sword given by his Master had an even greater origin than he had imagined.

"Alright, seeing how tactful you are, you can follow me from now on."

Gu Lan casually twirled the sword. The demonic sword felt heavy in his hand. Although it was cold, it perfectly balanced the Yin and Yang for his Pure Yang Body, making it surprisingly comfortable to use.

"Retract!"

With a thought, the nine massive stone swords around him collapsed with a crash, turning into a shower of gravel.

The black storm enveloping Zangjian Hill also dissipated.

…

Outside the storm.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the gradually dispersing dust.

"The storm has stopped…"

"Is that kid… dead?"

The Young Lord of the Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect, Young Master Zhao Wuji, fanned himself with a folding fan, a gloating smile plastered on his face.

"Definitely! That was the Nine Nethers Yellow Springs Formation! Even someone at the Late Golden Core Stage would lose a layer of skin if they went in, let alone him, who is only at the Foundation Establishment Stage…"

However.

Before he could finish his sentence, the words got stuck in his throat.

As the dust cleared.

A figure in snow-white robes was standing quietly in the center of the ruins.

He held a sword in one hand. The demonic sword, "soul-devouring sword," which made everyone go crazy, was now being held obediently in his hand. Not only did it not backlash, but it also emitted a docile purple light.

At his feet lay the shattered Formation and countless broken swords.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, spilling over him and draping him in a golden border.

At this moment.

Gu Lan looked like a sword god walking out of an ancient battlefield, looking down upon the world!

"This… how is this possible?!"

"He actually subdued the demonic sword?!"

"And he's completely unharmed?!"

The entire crowd fell into an uproar.

Whether they were of the Righteous Path or the Demonic Path, everyone was dumbfounded by this scene.

"Gu Lan!"

Jiang Wanqing was the first to react. Her eyes reddened as she rushed forward regardless of everything.

"Junior Brother! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

She rushed up to Gu Lan, feeling him all over, afraid that he was missing a piece of flesh.

"Cough, cough, Senior Sister, we're in public. Mind your influence…"

Gu Lan's face flushed. Although it felt quite nice to be touched, this was too embarrassing.

"What does influence matter at a time like this!"

Jiang Wanqing didn't listen at all. Only after confirming that he was truly unhurt did she breathe a long sigh of relief, and then…

She punched him hard on the chest!

"If you ever dare to show off like this again, I'll break your legs and lock you up in the Nuanxiang Pavilion, never letting you go anywhere!"

Although the punch wasn't heavy, the affection contained within it was heavy.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how touching."

Saintess Ji Wushuang also walked over. Although her tone was sarcastic, the joy in her peach-blossom eyes could not be hidden.

"As expected of the man this palace has taken a fancy to."

She glanced at the demonic sword in Gu Lan's hand, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes.

"You actually subdued it?"

"This sword is a notorious 'tough nut to crack.' Even the Cult Leader said it was difficult to tame…"

Gu Lan gave a dry laugh.

Tough nut?

You probably have some misunderstanding about this sword.

This thing is clearly just a bootlicker!

"Maybe… it's because of my great personal charm?" Gu Lan said smugly.

Just as the "family" here was enjoying a harmonious moment.

"Hold on!"

A sharp shout broke the harmony.

Young Master Zhao Wuji led a group of Yin-Yang Hehuan Sect Disciples, surrounding them with a gloomy face.

"This demonic sword is an ancient treasure. Everyone present deserves a share!"

"Gu Lan, you are a Disciple of the Qingyun Sect. Aren't you afraid of suffering Qi Deviation by taking such a Demonic Path weapon?"

"In my opinion, this sword hasn't been subdued at all!"

Young Master Zhao Wuji's eyes darted around, and he suddenly shouted:

"Everyone, look! There is Devilish Qi on him! He has already been controlled by the demonic sword!"

"The current Gu Lan has already fallen into devilhood! Let's attack together, kill him, reclaim the demonic sword, and uphold justice for Heaven!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

Many Cultivators who were already envious immediately became eager to move.

Greed often triumphs over reason.

"Fallen into devilhood?"

Looking at Young Master Zhao Wuji, who was acting like a buffoon, Gu Lan didn't get angry but instead smiled.

"You say I've fallen into devilhood?"

Gu Lan slowly raised the soul-devouring sword in his hand, pointing its tip directly at Young Master Zhao Wuji.

"Since you want to see the power of the demonic sword so badly…"

"Then I shall fulfill your wish!"

"Soul-Devouring! Bite him!"

[Understood! Watch me, Master!]

The Soul-Devouring Sword Spirit immediately grew excited. It had been so frustrated playing the coward in front of the boss just now, and now it finally had a punching bag!

"Roar—!!!"

The originally docile demonic sword instantly erupted with a torrent of black Qi.

A massive black demonic dragon phantom rushed out from the blade, carrying a roar that froze the Divine Soul, and lunged straight at Young Master Zhao Wuji!

"What?!"

Young Master Zhao Wuji's face changed drastically as he tried to summon a Magic Treasure to defend himself.

But the demonic dragon was too fast, and it specifically targeted the Divine Soul!

"Bang!"

The top-grade Spiritual Artifact folding fan in Young Master Zhao Wuji's hand exploded directly.

He was sent flying a hundred meters away by the demonic dragon phantom, crashing heavily into a huge rock and spewing blood.

"Ah—my head! My Divine Soul!"

He clutched his head and rolled frantically on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices. Clearly, his Divine Soul had suffered a heavy blow.

"A single strike!"

Severely wounding Young Master Zhao Wuji of the Early Golden Core Stage!

The entire field fell dead silent.

Those Cultivators who originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos were instantly like ducks with their necks squeezed, each of them backing away several steps in fright.

"Who else thinks I have fallen into devilhood?"

Gu Lan held the demonic sword, his cold gaze sweeping across the crowd.

"Who else… wants this sword?"

No one dared to respond.

At this moment, although Gu Lan was dressed in white, his overbearing Aura was actually more like a demonic Cultivator than a demonic Cultivator!

"So handsome…"

Behind him, Lvluo cupped her face with both hands, her eyes turning into stars once again.

Even Hongxiu and Jiang Wanqing, looking at the back of the figure blocking them from the front, couldn't help but have a flash of admiration in their eyes.

This man…

…was truly becoming more and more fascinating.