I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 324 - 159 Sword Immortal! (Please Subscribe)_5

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Without experiencing hardships, Sword Intent is like a mirage—elusive and intangible.

"That way, it would be impossible for him to advance further into the Divine Power Realm!"

The three Serpent demons did not know what he was thinking; now, their faces displayed mocking smiles.

"Brother Lu Chen, after we get his corpse, can I take his two leg bones?"

"Then I’ll ask for both arms to decorate my Cave Mansion, as a token of recognition for this Human Clan’s Genius."

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The Serpent stared down at Chen Yi, its golden vertical pupils brimming with murderous intent.

It did not tell its companions one thing—earlier, it had used a Divine Power Technique, but it was ineffective against that Sword Cultivator!

It didn’t know if Li Qingzhou had intervened or if it was due to the Sword Cultivator’s own peculiarities.

"After this battle, I will know if it’s really him..."

...

Just then, the pursuing Tiger Demon Futu caught sight of Chen Yi and was overjoyed.

The Great Demons following it felt the same, recognizing him as the Sword Cultivator who had slain tens of thousands of Little Demons.

"Ha ha... Human Sword Cultivator, to come here alone, I must say—you’ve got guts!"

Futu revealed his true form, a twenty-zhang-long body touching the ground, thundering forward.

In the midst of roaring, the Great Demons behind him also spoke.

"Great King, did he, did he kill the Monkey King?"

"My lord, I smell the blood on him, that’s the Demon Soul Blood Shadow of the Monkey King!"

However, the Tiger Demon ignored them, his gaze coldly fixed on Chen Yi as he sneered:

"Human Race is cunning. I refuse to believe he killed Brother Monkey alone. He must have used some other means!"

Futu, having fought with the Wei Dynasty’s soldiers at the Beixiong Pass for years, understood their formations.

In its view, the Monkey Demon’s formidable power was terrifying and comparable to its own, definitely beyond what a mere Human Clan’s Genius could achieve.

This was evident from the number of the Human Race escaping the secret realm; surely, after the Monkey Demon had killed many Heavenly Prides, it was surrounded and killed.

"Now, let him taste what it’s like to be surrounded and killed!"

Surrounding Kill?

Chen Yi looked oddly at the group of Great Demons, not sure whether to say they were brainless or overthinking.

However, he was too lazy to explain.

After all, he didn’t have much time left; after dealing with these demons, there were still over two thousand li.

Especially the few hunchbacked Barbarian Clan Shamans with platinum masks he had sensed with his Sword Intent earlier,

He found their presence eerily strange, lifeless yet brimming with vitality.

This discovery was of great concern to him.

Seeing him unmoving, one Great Demon mockingly said: "Has our demon energy turned him into a fool?"

"Maybe he was always a fool!"

Of course, a few of the more intelligent Great Demons, recalling the dazzling display of his two sword strikes earlier, secretly stayed on their guard.

Futu glanced at Chen Yi, then at the many figures fleeing behind him, and snorted:

"Time is short, dispose of him quickly, and don’t forget, the lords are watching!"

As soon as these words were out, several Great Demons shut up, closing in around Chen Yi.

"Kill him!"

As soon as the words fell, Futu stood upright, stepping forward as he swung his Mountain-opening Axe down.

The heavy, mountainous might rolled in wave after wave, sweeping around Chen Yi.

Seeing it take action, other Great Demons didn’t rush to move, each staring at Chen Yi as if they had already seen his deathly outcome.

However—

Faced with this terrifying strike, Chen Yi nonchalantly raised his sword horizontally.

Clang!

The clear sound of metal clashing rang out; the double-headed axe could no longer advance an inch.

The demon energy, the axe technique, and even the attached worldly might were all blocked by the Spring Rain Sword.

A flash of sword light, and then a rumbling sound, the power exploded outward.

"One of the thirty-six generals of the Demon Court?"

Chen Yi looked at the astonished Tiger Demon and coldly said: "Is that all?"

"You... impossible!"

Futu gasped, unable to believe what it was seeing in the Sword Cultivator before it.

Even the two previous powerful sword strikes hadn’t shocked it as much as seeing someone block the axe with one sword.

"Did you... did you kill Brother Monkey?!"

"Want to know?"

Chen Yi took a step back, gripping the Spring Rain Sword, standing tall as if bearing the weight of the world.

"Then go down and ask him yourself!"

Saying this, his clothes fluttered, and Sword Intent surged out, linking with the heavenly might.

The overcast sky, assaulted by heavy rain, slowly revealed a giant White Tiger Illusion.

Its tiger eyes looked down at Futu as if staring at an idiot, issuing a disdainful roar.

"Roar roar..."

Futu, hearing the tiger’s roar, looked up and was instantly dumbstruck.

"The White Tiger God? Impossible, it can’t be, you can’t possibly possess the White Tiger Divine Sovereign..."

Futu, disbelieving, saw the White Tiger Divine Intent in the sky, its body trembling, its spirit profoundly shaken.

At that moment, Chen Yi moved!

"Sword Fifteen Divine Might!"

A sword shocking the heavens—a terrifying silver-white sword light instantly pierced through Futu’s body, flashing by.

The sword light stretched a hundred li, cutting from the dense forest to the Lakeside Camp of the secret realm.

The brilliant light was dazzling, blocking the vision of the Great Demons around.

But it could not block the sight of the three Great Demons in the sky.

The leading Serpent demon looked astonished; it saw the huge White Tiger Illusion below the clouds, its eyes suddenly filled with killing intent.

"He has actually condensed the seed of divine power!?"

"Does that mean he is the next..."

The other two demons, understanding its implication, simultaneously uttered with grave expressions:

"Sword Immortal!"