Chapter 1695: Demon Blade Submission

The Commander was utterly exasperated.

Singing? Are you kidding me?! I, a dignified member of the Spirit Race royalty, an Immortal Realm expert, singing? Are you out of your mind?

Ai He was his trusted confidant, always highly regarded. He usually handled matters prudently and cautiously, so why was he acting so boisterously today? I explicitly told you not to disturb me, yet you come here prattling on and on. Is this intentional, or what?

He took a closer look: the appearance, soul aura, internal malevolent energy, and even the tone of voice—everything was identical. Only the style of the armor was different.

The armor is different? Could this guy not be Ai He, but someone else in disguise? He had never heard of anyone capable of such a lifelike disguise, one that even he couldn't see through!

Just as he was about to slap the individual away, the other party took a deep breath and began to sing: "Alright, I'll sing a song to show my respect: 'Two tigers, two tigers, run fast, run fast...'"

The Commander spat out blood again, his eyes bloodshot. "I'll kill you first!"

He fiercely withdrew his hand and launched it mid-air towards the idiot in front of him. He was already struggling to hold on, and now, exasperated by the other party, he forcefully disengaged. The attack from the Demonic Blade instantly surged into his mind, causing him waves of dizziness. He knew this blow had injured his primordial spirit, and recovery would take at least half a year, but he simply couldn't endure it any longer. He had met talkative people, but never one so incessantly chattering and full of nonsense. If he didn't kill this idiot, he'd probably die of sheer rage today.

Boom!

The palm strike descended from mid-air, a mighty force like a surging dragon, bearing down on General Ai He in the blink of an eye.

"Commander, it's me, Ai He!"

Startled, "General Ai He" quickly darted behind a stone pillar. The stone pillar had mirrors on it. The Commander, not wanting to damage the mirrors and risk exposing the Demonic Blade's whereabouts, hastily retracted his strike. No sooner had he stopped than he heard the other party's voice again: "Commander, be careful! Someone's attacking you from above!"

The Commander quickly looked up. The mist above was thick and heavy; there wasn't a single soul in sight. As he lowered his head, he immediately saw a long spear appear before his chest, radiating a chilling aura. The Commander's expression changed; he hadn't expected Ai He to possess such speed and strength. He quickly twisted his body to evade the attack.

Gash!

Even so, the spear grazed his chest, leaving a cut from which blood streamed down.

"A Great Saint Divine Weapon?" His pupils constricted. His physical body, tempered by the Golden Body Realm, was impervious to ordinary weapons; only those of the Great Saint level could harm it. In an instant, he knew the person before him was definitely not Ai He. Weapons of this caliber, let alone being non-existent, could not have their full power unleashed by someone of Saint 8-dan strength, even if they possessed one.

"Who exactly are you?" He narrowed his eyes. Xing and Meng Jiansheng both used swords, and most of the Zhang Clan also used swords. He had never heard of anyone using a spear!

Anger seethed within him, but his hand didn't pause; he continued his downward strike. This time, he used his full strength. Cracks appeared in the surrounding space, and the air roared, seemingly unable to withstand the force.

"Danger! Someone's attacking from above!"

Before his palm strike even landed, he heard the other party shout again. His eyebrows twitched. His spiritual sense immediately spread out, only to find the space above still empty. The Commander was so enraged he was about to explode. "You'd better prepare for your funeral before saying anything else!"

His True Qi surged wildly, making his palm strike even more ferocious. The fellow opposite him once again hid behind the stone pillar and mirrors.

"Argh!" Hastily retracting his hand, the Commander was on the verge of exploding. "If you have the guts, fight me fair and square!" To be able to injure him with a single spear thrust meant that even if their strength wasn't superior, it certainly rivaled an Immortal Realm expert. Such experts all possessed their own beliefs and dignity! Dammit, he wouldn't even take a single strike, constantly ducking behind the mirrors. Was he really an expert? Could there be such a despicable expert? He had also crossed paths with renowned masters from the Master Teacher Pavilion, each of whom carried themselves with pride and defended their dignity. Yet this guy, disguised as Ai He, first infuriated him to the point of injury, then spouted endless lies, constantly evading and refusing to fight head-on. How could such a shameless fellow exist?

Roaring in fury, he was about to disregard everything and strike the opponent dead, when he saw the other party point again. "Someone's ambushing from above!"

"Ambush, my foot!" Unable to tolerate it any longer, he slammed down with full force.

Before his palm strike even landed, he felt his scalp erupt in pain as a tremendous force descended from the sky, smashing directly onto his head.

Thud!

He was slammed to the ground, sprawled out like the character '大' (big/large), countless bones shattered throughout his body, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"Haha, my Ding Ding has returned to the martial world, and its power is indeed extraordinary!" Immediately afterward, an excited voice resounded. Then, the brick-shaped object, with its 'fat' bottom, twisted wildly on his body, causing his bones to crackle again and blood to gush out even more profusely.

The Commander truly wept. Most Great Saint experts were already formidable just by possessing one Great Saint Divine Weapon. Yet this fellow had a long spear in his hand, and the object pressing down on him was also of no low caliber. Where did this monstrosity come from?

"I told you there was an ambush, but you wouldn't listen!" Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan approached. With a casual reach, he took the storage ring from the Commander's finger.

The Commander was speechless. "I'm not dead yet!"

"This guy is all yours." After taking the ring, Zhang Xuan casually waved his hand, no longer bothering with the severely injured Commander. The Dragonbone Divine Spear and the Golden Source Cauldron immediately became excited. One furiously sat on him with its 'bottom', while the other jabbed him with its spear tip.

Too lazy to concern himself with how the two weapons would deal with the opponent, Zhang Xuan took a few steps towards the Demonic Blade. This blade was even stronger than the Golden Source Cauldron, especially its malevolent energy, which was incredibly potent against spiritual attacks; even members of the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe couldn't withstand it. If he could refine it, dealing with this guy would be far less troublesome. If all three weapons were thrown out simultaneously, they could easily turn anyone into a meat paste, even without his direct control.

"Let's try!" Just like the Commander had done, he gently pressed his palm forward.

Boom!

A surge of murderous aura violently swept forth, directly piercing towards his soul. His Empyrean Soul radiated golden light, blocking the aura from entering.

"What a powerful attack!" Zhang Xuan took a step back. If his Empyrean Soul hadn't undergone the Tribulation of Supreme Heavenly Fire, he would have suffered greatly from that strike.

"Let's see whose murderous aura is stronger, yours or mine!" Since this fellow was trying to suppress him with murderous aura, he wouldn't hold back. His Heaven's Path True Qi circulated, and an extremely pure murderous aura surged forth, pressing directly towards the Demonic Blade before him.

However, before it even reached him, the unruly Demonic Blade, as if seeing its true master, "Thump!" flew down, prostrated itself on the ground, and trembled.

The Commander struggled to open his swollen eyes, tears streaming down his face. "Weren't you so arrogant? To surrender so quickly, do you have no integrity left?"