Ye Chenfeng's strongest sword sliced the Emperor of Night's body in half, separating the Emperor of Night from the Demon.
The Emperor of Night let out a series of screams, sometimes his voice, sometimes the Demon's.
At times it was the Emperor of Night's face, then it was covered in Demon Pattern.
"Ye Chenfeng you… you you you…"
The Emperor of Night never expected this sword to deal such a devastating blow, nearly causing him to fall.
"I've always told you that Uncle will forever be Uncle."
Ye Chenfeng coldly laughed.
"No, I haven't perfectly merged with the Devil's Soul yet. Just give me a little more time, and I can kill you instantly!"
The Emperor of Night roared.
Ye Chenfeng's lips curled into a cruel arc: "Unfortunately, you were too hasty. Plus, God instructed you to deal with me, and you acted prematurely. Yet, your abilities against Feng Wuqing are still useless; you'll only be abused and beaten up!"
