The Curse King didn’t calm down until after he spent a long time dry heaving. Killing intent danced in his eyes when he looked to the horizon, but there was nothing he could do about Jian Bu’er.

Widely regarded as the second strongest in Myriadsea World, Jian Bu’er was unwilling to occupy that spot. Thus, he called himself “bu’er”—not second. Since he was the beholder of sword dao in this world, his surname was naturally “jian” for sword.

He was a muddle-headed eccentric one step short of living in a madhouse. It was a mystery what filled his mind and what he would do next. He followed his heart in whatever he did, so no one felt that he’d joined the fray in order to claim the Demonic Vine. He’d done so purely because he felt like it.

Though he’d said that he was no match for the Curse King, he’d actually beaten the latter up...