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

#609 - Demon

Li Chengfeng smiled, "Death, for cultivators, is sometimes a form of release. We live each day as if walking on thin ice, living in calculations, just like the Gongsun family's treatment of me. Sometimes, living is more painful than dying."

With that, Li Chengfeng suddenly attacked, a force instantly enveloping Shadow, rendering his power useless. The white pupils lost their former brilliance, like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Li Chengfeng was amazed by the opponent's layout and methods from beginning to end.

In the past, he was always the one being plotted against, but now, he has learned how to plot against others.

Li Chengfeng finally made up his mind and unhesitatingly activated that forbidden technique.

In an instant, it was as if thousands of sharp steel nails pierced through the void, fiercely piercing into every inch of Shadow's flesh. This pain reached deep into the bone marrow and even touched the soul, causing him to wail incessantly, his voice filled with despairing struggle.

However, Li Chengfeng's face was cold and unmoved. In his heart, there was only determination and resolve—Shadow must be eliminated today.

Faced with this endless torment, Shadow not only did not show the slightest sign of surrender, but instead sneered in pain. His voice, though weak, revealed unyieldingness: "Li Chengfeng, you are indeed a person of consequence.

My cultivation in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm is so vulnerable in front of you. However, all of this is just a conspiracy, making me feel disgusted.

But to make me bow my head, even if my soul is torn into ten thousand pieces, I will not compromise to you in the slightest!"

Li Chengfeng turned a deaf ear, allowing the power of the restriction to continue to wreak havoc. He slowly took over the heavy iron sword. Suddenly, the sword hummed with a vast and mighty sound, resounding through the clouds. A suppressed will of destruction erupted from the sword body.

He stared at the broken sword body, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his lips: "So that's how it is." With a gentle flick of his finger, the sword body broke in response, leaving only the sharp sword tip, wrapped in a palpitating, bloodthirsty aura.

Immediately, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and another sword appeared—it was the Bloodthirsty Divine Sword he had seized from Hong Tao. When the two met, they seemed like long-lost confidants, buzzing incessantly and fusing on their own.

Li Chengfeng used a secret technique, and countless restrictions covered it like a woven net. Then, with a wave of his sleeve, the flames of hell were skillfully guided by him, burning fiercely, enveloping the two swords.

As a master of weapon refinement, his technique was skilled. In just a moment, the two swords merged into one, and an unprecedented bloodthirsty killing intent soared into the sky, cold and resolute, as if it could freeze space and make all things tremble.

This scene made Zhu Hai, who was watching from the side, exclaim: "Master is truly a peerless genius! The art of restriction has reached perfection, and the art of weapon refinement has reached its peak! Who in the world can compare!"

His words were full of reverence and pride, as if being able to follow Li Chengfeng was the greatest glory of his life.

But Li Chengfeng just smiled indifferently, his gaze piercing through the void, as if he had already foreseen the future changes, and he murmured in his heart: In this vast world, I am the only rule-maker.

Li Chengfeng didn't care about his insults and complaints, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, saying: "This sword, it turns out, hides such a deep origin."

With that, he waved his hand gently, and the sword floated in the air, as if the surrounding air was solidified by the killing aura it exuded.

He nodded in satisfaction, put the sword back into its scabbard, and turned his gaze to Shadow, his tone peaceful but revealing an unquestionable power: "Your trip was nothing more than to find the lost half of the sword.

Now, it has returned to its completeness in this way."

Shadow looked at this scene, his throat rolling, his voice hoarse and unbelievable: "This... how is this possible?"