"I just love this undying spirit of yours," the Demon General Qing Ge chuckled as he saw Lu Qingshan initiate the offense. He didn't take it seriously but simply burst into hearty laughter, feeling very amused. "Coincidentally, I'm a sword user too. So I might as well indulge you for a bit, Sword Cultivator!"
With victory within his grasp, Qing Ge sneered, the dark golden Secret Patterns on his arm lighting up with a dim glow, followed by the appearance of a long, gloomy sword in his hand.
The Demon Soldier, "Black Blood."
Lu Qingshan was as fast as lightning, breaking through the curtain of rain and sweeping up to the front of the Demon General Qing Ge.
Qing Ge remained complacent, dragging his sword with one hand. The Black Blood Sword had dark golden threads swirling and flowing on its surface, looking exceedingly extraordinary.
