Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master!-Chapter 943 - 852: Sword Master Evil Corpse

"We hope that Song Ming and Song Si can bring back a great opportunity..."

"The most important thing is to kill the three people from the Chen Clan who escaped. It would be troublesome if they saw the Sword Master Evil Corpse."

Another person spoke up.

After all, many strong members of the Chen Clan had been placed under house arrest by them.

If the Sword Master Evil Corpse were to wake and learn of this, the Dugu Clan would likely have to endure the Sword Venerable's wrath.

"Rest assured... those three ants are nothing to worry about, and even if we're not careful enough and the Sword Venerable learns all this, what then?"

"Don't forget, this is no longer their era. Before this, Sound Venerate and Martial Honor emerged but ended up silent in front of the Sacrificial Temple, didn't they?"

"Our clan's Old Ancestor is also in the Sacrificial Temple, not weaker than the Sword Venerable of old!"

"We... are no longer his sword servants!"

"He is no longer worthy!"

The other strong ones voiced out, their words filled with disrespect!

They were ready for the worst-case scenario.

Meanwhile, in the dungeon of the Dugu Clan.

A middle-aged powerhouse, disheveled, was locked upon a giant bronze pillar, his body full of rusty long swords!

He was the Chen Clan Chief, the father of Chen Yue, Chen Xiaoran!

Previously, during the time when the Ban Explorers' black box in the Martial Desolate Realm emitted an earth-shattering Sword Qi, he burned his own Sword Qi, tearing apart the Dugu Clan's prison, and managed to send three people out.

It was precisely because of this that the Dugu Clan, in rage, pierced Chen Xiaoran's entire body's meridians and acupoints with the "Dao Erosion Sword."

The Dao Erosion Sword could dissolve Chen Xiaoran's Sword Dao, completely repressing him, rendering him like a cripple.

But at this time.

Even the Dao Erosion Swords filled in Chen Xiaoran's body were vaguely trembling.

The Sword Venerable had emerged, and all swords must submit!

Even the Dao Erosion Sword was not an exception.

"The Sword Venerable... has he appeared?!"

Chen Xiaoran suddenly lifted his head, his face etched with excitement.

"Yue'er... must see the Sword Venerable, she must!"

His entire body tensed, every acupoint and meridian throbbing with pain like a tide, yet he felt none of it!

...

Sacrificial Temple.

"The Ban Explorers, truly extraordinary."

Ning Tianji couldn't help but feel admiration and said,

"The Sword Master Evil Corpse has really appeared in the Martial Desolate Realm."

Changsun Changqing, however, said softly,

"This organization has unfathomable depths, with things in their possession that exceed our imagination... perhaps we should be cautious of them."

"You're overthinking it."

Jiang Shanjin spoke, saying,

"The stronger the Ban Explorers are, the more useful they are to us."

"Once Wu Jianghe of the Martial Desolate Realm is dead, hurry and have them arrange it, have Ji Wudan and Changsun Bumie killed too."

"As long as these three live, our great plans will always be hindered!"

They were impatient.

And Ji Wulu also said indifferently,

"It won't be long before we prove our Dao."

...

At this moment, the Four Domains Eight Desolations all responded.

Great Brahma Desolate.

Within an ancient temple on a desolate mountain, an Old Monk murmured softly,

"When will the one who will deliver me appear?"

"Those of the Sword Dao have arrived..."

Wildlands.

In a terrifying active volcano somewhere.

Lava overflowed, and the volcano erupted.

In the center of the volcano's mouth, within a horrific lava pool, there lay a stone statue!

The statue looked chubby, like a fat man.

The statue's buttocks... were more voluptuous than those of the average person.

At this moment, a short man was swinging a huge iron hammer, striking the stone sculpture!

The man was wearing iron armor and was only as tall as an eight- or nine-year-old child, but his arms were exceptionally thick.

As he hammered away, half a day passed, and the stone statue remained unchanged.

"Having smelted you with lava for millions of years and still you're unusable... I, Wo Mengnan, once a grand forging master, feel pained looking at such fine material!"

The short man sighed deeply, especially when staring at the buttocks of the statue, his eyes gleaming intensely.

"Oh well, oh well... Although it's great material for forging, after you turned into stone, you were cursed with an evil mark, making you unusable..."

The short man felt helpless.

"Woof, woof woof!"

At that time, at the mouth of the volcano, suddenly there arose the sound of a dog barking.

The short man, holding the big iron hammer, went out to see.

Before him was a big black dog, waiting with a piece of Divine Iron in its mouth.

That piece of Divine Iron was of exceptional quality, and there was even a buttock imprint on the Divine Iron Platform!

"Yuan Heavenly God Iron? What a good find..."

The short man's eyes immediately gleamed as he looked at the big black dog and asked,

"What do you want in exchange?"

The big black dog spoke in human language,

"That dead fatty's statue!"

Upon hearing this, the short man quickly shook his head and said,

"Impossible!"

"I made a promise to that woman who claims to be The End of Myriad Paths, to guard this statue..."

Even though he was obsessed with forging and loved special forging materials, he dared not trade away that statue.

The big black dog became anxious—why wasn't this guy getting it?

Mainly because it was only one of the three parts of a Dao Fruit, and furthermore, it was the weakest...

The big black dog couldn't help but think bitterly, it was all the fault of its main body, that good-for-nothing, dividing its Dao Fruit into three parts; otherwise, it would have just snatched it!

With this in mind, it cunningly said,

"That dead fatty's statue, you can't use it anyway..."

"How about I take you to find a dog, whose bones can be used to forge an Emperor's weapon; how's that?"

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Upon hearing this, the short man's eyes shone even brighter and he asked,

"There are such dog bones in the world?"

But, he immediately became cautious and asked,

"Aren't you tricking me?!"

The big black dog replied,

"Rest assured, I swear on the name of the Ten Spirits Ten Venerates, that dog's bones... you'll be satisfied!"

...

Martial Desolate Realm.

In the midst of Ten Thousand Li Sword Domain.

"Achoo..."

Beside Wu Dade, the big black dog suddenly sneezed, feeling somewhat nervous and muttered,

"Woof... Why do I feel like something isn't quite right... as if something is thinking about me?"

The big black dog's senses were incredibly sharp!

As for Wu Dade, he was staring ahead and said,

"Dead Dog, this Sword Venerable... is so strong!"

The big black dog also raised its head to look.

At this moment, the Sword Venerable dominated the Ten Thousand Li Sword Domain!

He had fully revived, standing firm in the void, and his petrified face showed utter coldness.

He looked at Yin Xu'an and Dugu Yuqing with an icy gaze.

"Sword Dao experts, I haven't seen them in my past life."

He said to Yin Xu'an, "Worthy of a fight!"

Then his gaze shifted onto Dugu Yuqing.

"The puppet of the night, a soul of emptiness... You are an aberrant life born of mine, naturally it's my duty to exterminate you!"

Hearing this, Dugu Yuqing responded,

"You've become an evil corpse."

"Yet I am very curious, after you embarked on that road in the past, what did you see?"

He was truly curious.

Martial Honor was the first to set foot on that road and was repressed by a black hand, claiming before death it was "that individual."

Sound Venerate also witnessed a similar truth; "that individual" was consumed by the night, became twisted, mad, the world had perished yet was still entrapped in a great dream...

What then did Sword Venerable see?

The Sword Venerable, hearing the question, simply said indifferently,

"You wish to know these things?"

"I will let you understand, at the moment of your demise!"

Upon saying this, he raised his hand and called out in a low voice,

"My Sword... return!"

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