However, Ning Beichen did not retract the bronze ancient sword because he was giving up, but because he was going to fight with his life.
"Damn it, you're forcing me!"
"One sword buries ten thousand ages!"
The bronze ancient sword in Ning Beichen's hand suddenly began to vibrate, like a full-throttle engine, and the space around the bronze ancient sword appeared to vibrate at the same frequency.
"Burying!"
Ning Beichen shouted, and the bronze ancient sword shook even more violently. A power of annihilation appeared on the bronze ancient sword, making the Demon Soul King's heart pound. He felt that this sword was very dangerous, very dangerous, dangerous enough to kill him.
The bronze ancient sword instantly disappeared without any warning and pierced through the Demon Soul King's body.
"Sword of Rules!"
"Impossible, you are not a Heavenly Venerable, how can you use the Sword of Rules!"
The Demon Soul King said in disbelief.
"Hmph, you are ignorant. Demon Soul King, if you don't want to die, release my master!"
Ning Beichen said sternly.
"Human, do you think you can win against me like this?"
Although the Demon Soul King was struck by a sword, he was not dead. He glared at Ning Beichen and punched him with both fists.
This was the Fist of Rules!
Before Ning Beichen could react, a vast power struck him flying.
Even with the Prajna Golden Body, the Demon Soul King's punch almost knocked the shit out of Ning Beichen. He rolled on the ground in pain, abandoning all pretense of being a master.
This was the Fist of Rules, not an ordinary fist. If it were an ordinary fist, Ning Beichen could stand there and let him hit him without dying.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
Ning Beichen gritted his teeth and got up, feeling as if his body was a ball of dough, aching all over.
What was even more terrifying was that the Demon Soul King's punch not only attacked his body but also his soul.
If his soul and body were not merged, he would have died long ago. Even if his physical body could withstand it, his soul could not.
Fortunately, Ning Beichen was lucky. Although he was in pain all over and his head felt like it was exploding, he could still endure it.
"Burying oneself!"
Ning Beichen's five fingers curved as if contracting, his veins bulging. He swung his sword, and both Ning Beichen and the bronze ancient sword disappeared simultaneously.
The so-called burying oneself was not burying the enemy, but burying oneself.
If one could bury oneself, let alone the enemy.
The Demon Soul King did not know what Ning Beichen was doing, but a strong sense of crisis approached. Yet, he could see nothing.
By the time he saw a faint star, it was too late. In that starlight, he saw Ning Beichen holding the bronze ancient sword and stabbing him.
The Demon Soul King wanted to dodge, but he couldn't. Ning Beichen's attack already contained rules.
Although he was not yet a Heavenly Venerable, the Songshan Sword Art was a cultivation technique that surpassed Heavenly Venerables.
With a swish.
The bronze ancient sword pierced into the Demon Soul King's body.
Following that, large amounts of black energy dispersed from the tip of the blade. This black energy was different from the Demon Soul King's. It was a power of withering and annihilation, the power of burying oneself.
The Demon Soul King immediately felt his internal body being destroyed by this power of annihilation, like a torrent that extinguished all life it touched.
Although the Demon Soul King did not have a physical body like humans, his soul was also a part of life.
As long as there was life, it would be annihilated by the power of burying oneself.
Rather than a sword move, this was a kind of power.
Only now did Ning Beichen understand why he couldn't use it before. It was because using the "burying oneself" required the cultivation of a Heavenly Venerable.
Although Ning Beichen was not yet a Heavenly Venerable, his strength was already comparable to that of a Venerable, placing him between Venerables and Heavenly Venerables.
Coupled with his Songshan Sword Art and the bronze ancient sword of unknown origin, he could already contend with Heavenly Venerables.
Ning Beichen might not be able to defeat some veteran Heavenly Venerables, but it was clearly enough to deal with the Demon Soul King, as the bronze ancient sword had a natural affinity for restraining souls.
Ning Beichen held the bronze ancient sword, which was embedded in the Demon Soul King's body, and said sternly.
"Demon Soul King, release my master, and we will mind our own business!"
Ning Beichen was telling the truth this time. He had no conflict of interest with the Demon Soul King. He and his master, Chen Xingyun, had only come here to cultivate. Once his master became a Heavenly Venerable, they would leave. Fundamentally, there was no conflict with the Demon Soul King.
Moreover, this kind of desolate place was not suitable for humans to live in. Even if the Demon Soul King gave him this place, Ning Beichen would not care.
"Your master's soul is inside my body. If you kill me, your master will not survive either."
The Demon Soul King roared furiously.
When had he, a mere king, ever been so pathetic, being defeated by a human on his own territory.
It was truly a disgrace!
"You are courting death!"
Ning Beichen grabbed the bronze ancient sword and began to slash at the Demon Soul King everywhere, directly dismembering him.
With every cut, the Demon Soul King's strength diminished, like a butcher skillfully dissecting an ox.
"Demon Soul King, I warn you, if you don't release my master, even if I can't kill you, I can dismember you into pieces. Even if you don't die, how much strength will you have left?"
"At that time, can you still suppress the demon souls here?"
"Seeing you like this, do you think they will still regard you as king, instead of trying to replace you?"
Ning Beichen analyzed the pros and cons with him while dismembering him. Although it was a threat, if the Demon Soul King was not sensible, Ning Beichen would not mind making the threat a reality.
Indeed, the Demon Soul King was afraid.
He had suppressed this place for so long. If he lost his power, the other demon souls would tear him apart to become king, even without Ning Beichen's intervention.
"Stop! I promise to release your master."
The Demon Soul King shouted loudly.
Only then did Ning Beichen stop dismembering him, but he did not pull out the bronze ancient sword. Instead, he looked at him with cold eyes.
Not long after, Chen Xingyun's soul appeared from the Demon Soul King's body.
Although he was trapped inside the Demon Soul King's body, he had witnessed everything that had happened outside from beginning to end.
"Beichen."
When Chen Xingyun saw Ning Beichen, he was excited, but also a little embarrassed.
After all, he had to rely on his disciple to save him, which made him, the master, "quite" lose face.
"Master, are you alright?"
Ning Beichen showed an excited expression when he saw Chen Xingyun emerge.
"I'm fine, I've troubled you."
Chen Xingyun said somewhat sheepishly.
"It's not a trouble, it's not a trouble. As long as Master is fine, no matter how hard it is for this disciple, I'm willing."
Ning Beichen said excitedly.
Then he looked at the Demon Soul King and asked.
"Where is my master's body?"
"Your master's body is in the ancient castle. I didn't touch it."
The Demon Soul King said.
"Now take us to get my master's body."
Ning Beichen did not trust him.