Chapter 1694: The Crumbling Commander

“A Half-Ancient Saint Divine Weapon?”

“Indeed. I am a Divine Weapon of the Ancient Saint level. Once my master reaches the Ancient Saint realm, my seals will be broken, granting combat power comparable to an Ancient Saint. There’s also the Half-Ancient Saint stage between the Great Saint and Ancient Saint; this weapon belongs to that very tier. Once unleashed, even cultivators in the Immortal Realm would be powerless against it!” the Dragon Bone Divine Spear explained.

Zhang Xuan’s expression turned grave. Judging by the weapon’s power, if it were truly used for a sneak attack, even Sword Saints Xing and Meng, despite their formidable weapons and combined strength, would certainly fall victim.

“Damn it!” He had thought they simply dared not attack, but he never expected them to hide such a powerful trump card. “I can’t let him succeed!”

In his previous life, he was an orphan and never experienced parental affection. After reuniting with his family in this life, Sword Saints Xing and Meng had showered him with overt love, long considering him close kin. This individual actually intended to use a Diviner’s treasure for a sneak attack. Since he had witnessed it, how could he let it happen?

However, with his current strength, defeating this person was almost impossible unless he resorted to using the Ancient Saint’s corpse. But if he used the Ancient Saint’s corpse, his soul power would be instantly depleted, and with Spirit Outer Realm cultivators everywhere, he wouldn’t even be able to escape.

As he was pondering how to deal with this person, he saw the Commander take a deep breath, his internal power surging. Gritting his teeth, the Commander reached for the Demonic Blade.

Zzzzt!

The skull on the Demonic Blade’s hilt flickered with unstable light. The blade itself vibrated violently, repelling him, as a formidable surge of malevolent energy shot directly towards him.

The Commander’s face instantly turned ashen. He staggered back two steps, his True Qi churning like a raging river within him. It took him a long while to recover.

“I don’t intend to refine you; I merely wish to use your power to kill two individuals!” the Commander stated after a pause. Weapons of this caliber already possessed a weapon spirit, allowing for negotiation.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

The skull seemed to ignore his words. It merely twisted slightly without speaking, as if conveying: “If you want my cooperation, you must first prove your strength. Otherwise, there’s nothing to discuss!”

“Since you refuse to cooperate, don’t blame me for using force,” the Commander muttered. Seeing the blade’s arrogance, his expression soured. His eyes narrowed, and with an unknown martial art, a transparent film of light shimmered over his palm as he reached for it again.

Zzzzt! Zzzzt!

The Demonic Blade remained unyielding. As the two forces collided, cracks appeared in the surrounding space. Thanks to the Diviner’s treasure and a special formation, although the combined power of the man and the blade was immense, not a single trace of it leaked out.

“This guy hasn’t refined the Demonic Blade,” Zhang Xuan realized with a start. It seemed these mirrors served two purposes: first, to aid in sneak attacks by obscuring heavenly secrets, and second, to conceal the power of this Half-Ancient Saint Divine Weapon, making it undetectable. If the weapon had been refined, it could simply be stored in a Spatial Ring; there would be no need for such trouble. The Commander wanted to subdue it. If he succeeded, given his formidable strength combined with such a powerful weapon, even without a sneak attack, Sword Saints Xing and Meng would find it difficult to resist.

“I just need to stop him from refining it.” He had been pondering how to stop the other party. Now that it wasn't refined, things became much simpler.

Observing the stalemate between the man and the blade, and seeing the Commander’s constantly shifting expression, as if he were exerting his utmost, Zhang Xuan’s eyes lit up. His body underwent a rapid transformation, changing into a completely different appearance in the blink of an eye.

Within the environment enveloped by the mirrors, knowing the terror of the Demonic Blade, the Commander dared not be careless. He frantically poured in his immense power, fighting against it, not daring to let his guard down. Just as he felt he was gaining the upper hand and about to make the blade acknowledge him, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, a figure appeared not far away—General Ai He, who had just left. As soon as he arrived, he bowed and clasped his hands: “Commander, I have already relayed your orders for no one to disturb you. You can now cultivate in peace!”

The Commander’s body swayed. Battling the Demonic Blade was not just a struggle of power but also a mental confrontation. What he needed most at this moment was absolute quiet, which was why he had given that order. Who knew this idiot would run back just to tell him he had complied? If you complied, why are you here? How can I focus with you rambling on?

“Get out!” Suppressing the urge to slap him dead, the Commander grunted.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As his mental fluctuations intensified, the Demonic Blade’s malevolent energy immediately invaded his mind, causing him to sway and nearly vomit blood.

“Yes,” General Ai He nodded, then paused before clasping his hands again: “Commander, dinner will be ready soon. Would you prefer beef noodles or hot and sour rice noodles? I’ll let the kitchen prepare.”

“Beef noodles? Hot and sour rice noodles?” The Commander was stunned. Do we even have those things here? Besides, at their cultivation level, as long as spiritual energy was abundant, not eating or drinking for ten or eight years was inconsequential. They were in the middle of a battle; who had time for beef noodles?

“I’m not eating. Get out!” He needed quiet and couldn’t be disturbed, yet this guy kept babbling. The Commander was about to explode. As his focus shifted, the Demonic Blade, which had been at a disadvantage, surged with malevolent energy, making him dizzy, his chest feeling like it would burst, and cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

“Not eating? Then how about some water?” General Ai He looked at him with a face full of concern: “Look, you’re sweating so much…”

The Commander was speechless. Damn it! Why hadn’t he noticed how talkative this idiot was before? You’re a general, not a cook! What are you doing, offering food and water? Can’t you see I’m busy?

“Get lost!” Unable to hold back any longer, he roared. Before his voice faded, the other man’s voice rang out again: “No water? How about some soup then? I heard the freshly made bone broth is quite tasty. How about I bring you a bowl…?”

Pfff!

His vision blurred as the Demonic Blade’s malevolent energy surged into his body. The Commander’s face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Damn it, will this ever end? Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m busy subduing the Demonic Blade? How can you be so oblivious?

Suppressing the turmoil in his chest, he gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with a murderous impulse: “I’m not eating, not drinking water, and certainly not drinking soup! Now, get out immediately and do not disturb me!”

“Commander, don’t worry. I’ve already sent word that absolutely no one will come to disturb you. If they dare disobey, I will personally execute them, even without you needing to say a word,” General Ai He said, waving his hand, a look of righteous determination on his face.

The Commander’s chest ached. Are you out of your damn mind? Was I talking about *other* people disturbing me? I was talking about *you*!

Just as he was about to curse, General Ai He looked at him again: “Commander, if you’re not eating or drinking, do you perhaps want to sing? Or I could sing for you?”

Pfff!

The Commander spat out blood again.