The ethereal, distant song echoed clearly across the vast, rolling sea. As the melody reached the ears, it sent a shiver down one's spine.0

But Old Wang wasn't one to tolerate such theatrics. He bellowed, "What demon hides in the shadows? Show yourself!"0

Though the Demon-Slaying Sword had been bought by Chu Liang, it now rested in Wang Xuanling's hands, and Chu Liang had no objections. 0

The reasoning was simple: the most powerful weapon could only unleash its full strength in the hands of the most powerful person. 5

As the grand peak master of the Mount Shu Sect, Wang Xuanling had fought across the land of the nine provinces for over a century. Aside from Di Nufeng, no one dared bare their fangs at him, and the reasoning certainly wasn't out of respect for some old man.0

Wang Xuanling raised the Demon-Slaying Sword and slashed through the air. Instantly, storm clouds churned, shattering the demonic aura that had blanketed the sky. A mighty surge of sword qi shot toward the source of the song, cutting through mist and wind, clearing a hundred miles of sky in the blink of an eye.0

They caught a faint...0