Everyone was looking at Fang Zhengzhi, or rather, at Fang Zhengzhi's right hand.
That was because Fang Zhengzhi's right hand was holding onto a sword.
It looked extremely ordinary, but it was not an ordinary sword at all. There were no patterns on the hilt, and neither were there any luxurious carvings.
From the hilt to the clean blade, it gradually turned from black to bright. It looked like it was made by nature. However, this feeling was broken at the tip of the sword.
That was because there was a purple mark on the tip of the sword. It was an extremely strange purple …
With just a glance, he felt that the purple mark did not belong to this sword.
It was like a blood stain on the blade. It gave people the urge to wipe it off immediately. However, this sword had been buried under the rock for countless years.
How could a blood stain exist for so long?
Everyone looked at the sword in Fang Zhengzhi's hand with complicated expressions. There were envy, jealousy, shock, and disbelief …
As for the purple mark on the tip of the sword, it was ignored by most of them.
Except for Fang Zhengzhi.
Fang Zhengzhi knew what the purple mark was. It was the last blood essence of Demon Lord Si Kong. That was because an image flashed past his mind when he held onto the hilt of the sword.
A shocking sword strike.
A sword mark was left in the Blood Shadow City. A sword mark that split the Blood Shadow City into two.
Then, Demon Lord Si Kong fell.
However, the fallen Demon Lord Si Kong left a drop of blood on the sword. This drop of blood represented a curse. Using blood as a curse, it would not disappear even after thousands of years.
The curse was actually very simple. Meng Tian would not be able to use his sword for the rest of his life.
Fang Zhengzhi did not understand why Demon Lord Si Kong would leave such a curse behind. Cursing someone to not be able to use his sword? Why not curse him to die from illness? Or curse him to be unable to fight?
That would be more direct.
Fang Zhengzhi could not think of the reason and did not want to think about it. However … Because of this curse, Sagely Battle God Meng Tian no longer used a sword. Instead, he used a knife.
That was because he could no longer use his sword.
"How about I call you the purple mark?" Fang Zhengzhi asked softly. He was not one to judge a book by its cover, but he felt that the name might be more appropriate for the sword.
The sword in his hand let out a low hum, as if replying to Fang Zhengzhi's words. This caused the surrounding examinees to reveal an expression of shock once again.
Did this sword really have a mind of its own?!
"Understood. Looks like you don't like this name. Then, let's change it to … Traceless? "Fang Zhengzhi nodded, as though he could feel the dissatisfaction of the sword in his hand.
Soon, the clear sound of the sword rang out, like the roar of a dragon.
"Alright, let's call her Traceless!" Fang Zhengzhi smiled.
"Traceless?!" The surrounding candidates were speechless when they heard Fang Zhengzhi's words. This sword was called Traceless? Can't you see the huge purple mark on it?
Could it be … Was this the legendary act of burying one's head in the sand?
Shameless people …
He didn't expect the sword to be so shameless!
Fang Zhengzhi looked at the candidates with disdain. He knew what they were thinking, but he knew what the Traceless Sword was thinking.
This feeling was like a person with a scar on their face.
He didn't want people to call him Scar Face every day, right?
If someone really did that, he would definitely be itching for a beating.
Humans had pride.
Swords …
Why couldn't they have pride?
Fang Zhengzhi held the sword and pointed it at Ying Shan. A strange purple light flashed at the tip of the sword.
"So this sword is the real one!" Ying Shan's gaze narrowed.
"Didn't I tell you that the sword was fake?" Fang Zhengzhi said without a change in expression.
"..." Ying Shan's lips moved.
He couldn't argue. Because, Fang Zhengzhi had indeed said that the golden sword was fake. However, under those circumstances. No one would believe it.
Don't tell me he really knew that the sword was fake?
Then why did he draw the sword?
Ying Shan felt that his mind was in a mess. He couldn't understand. However, very quickly, he regained his senses. Because, no matter what the truth was.
He only had one mission. That was to kill Fang Zhengzhi.
Hence, Ying Shan moved. A shadow flashed past and appeared in front of Fang Zhengzhi. His palms glowed with a black light and his eyes revealed a cold glint.
This seemed to be a sure-kill attack.
However …
This sure-kill attack was blocked by a sword.
That sword came from the ground. It was a very ordinary sword. However, that sword blocked in front of Ying Shan. Furthermore, the tip of the sword was pointed straight at Ying Shan's throat.
Of course, Ying Shan wouldn't allow himself to be blocked by an ordinary sword. He simply used his palm to casually slap the sword. Instantly, the sword broke into pieces.
However, this didn't mean that Ying Shan could get closer to Fang Zhengzhi.
Because, the second sword, the third sword, the fourth sword … All of the swords that were stuck in the ground moved at this moment. One by one, they were pulled out from the ground, then, flew into the air, blocking in front of Ying Shan.
"How … how is this possible?!" Ying Shan looked at the countless swords floating in the air. He couldn't understand the logic behind this.
Controlling the swords with his shadow?
Of course Ying Shan could do it. Furthermore, he knew that Fang Zhengzhi could do it too.
Hence, when the first sword blocked in front of him, he wasn't surprised at all. Because, with Fang Zhengzhi's abilities, he could completely use his shadow to pull out the sword.
However …
That didn't mean that Fang Zhengzhi could pull out all of the swords in the sea of swords.
Not to mention that Fang Zhengzhi didn't have this ability.
Even Ying Shan didn't believe that he had this ability.
Even though the sea of swords wasn't big, it still had a radius of a few miles. To use the shadow territory to cover an area of a few miles, and to be able to pull out the swords.
That was simply impossible.
The surrounding examinees also stared in shock at this scene.
In the air, the swords spun rapidly, as if they were being driven by a huge tornado. Countless swords, with Fang Zhengzhi at the centre, formed a huge sword tornado.
"What's going on?"
"So many swords … how can he control them?"
One by one, the examinees couldn't believe their eyes. Ignoring the fact that Fang Zhengzhi was only in the Heavenly Reflection State, even if he was in the Supernatural State, he wouldn't be able to do this and control so many swords.
What kind of level did one have to reach in order to do this?
This was something that was simply impossible to happen.
"Don't tell me …"
A thought rose in the minds of the examinees.
Then. Everyone's faces were filled with unparalleled joy. That joy came from the depths of their hearts, as if they had been reborn.
Nangong Mu put down the Green and Blue Dual Blade in his hands. Because. He didn't have to attack anymore.
Yan Xiu also kept the Mountain and River, Heaven and Earth Fan in his hands. His expression was somewhat cold, but the light in his eyes couldn't be concealed.
Xing Qingsui fell to the ground. He picked up the sword on the ground. Then, he kept the sword. His face was somewhat pale, but he heaved a sigh of relief.
Ping Yang's small mouth formed a circle. Her clear eyes were also round. She looked at the sword tornado revolving above Fang Zhengzhi's head, her heart filled with unparalleled joy.
However, when she thought of Fang Zhengzhi's shameless words.
She couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.
"Hmph!" Ping Yang turned her head to one side and pouted her small mouth. However, the corner of her eyes still remained on Fang Zhengzhi.
Fang Zhengzhi held his sword quietly.
He stood motionlessly in the centre of the sword tornado. His mouth curved into a smile as he looked at Ying Shan.
"I can't accept this!" At this moment, Ying Shan naturally understood what had happened. However, he was unwilling, he really was unwilling.
"So what if you accept it or not?" Fang Zhengzhi's expression was relaxed.
Ying Shan fell silent. He didn't speak anymore. Because. Indeed, it was just as Fang Zhengzhi had said. Even if he was unwilling, even if he was unwilling, so what?
From the moment Fang Zhengzhi held the Traceless Sword …
The outcome had already been decided.
Even if he was of the Supernatural Intermediate State. He had no chance of threatening Fang Zhengzhi. This had nothing to do with power. It was because Fang Zhengzhi held that sword.
When Fang Zhengzhi held that sword, it was equivalent to holding the entire World of the Sage.
Then, what chance did Ying Shan have?
Forget about killing Fang Zhengzhi. Even his own life and death depended on a single thought from Fang Zhengzhi.
"I lost!" Ying Shan raised his head slightly and looked into the sky. He didn't know where that direction was. However, he only knew that direction in his heart.
It was the direction of the Ten Mile Lake outside the Yan Capital.
He knew that there was a woman standing by the Ten Mile Lake. A woman waiting in the storm.
Naturally, she wasn't waiting for him.
She was waiting for an answer sheet. An answer sheet that could make her smile.
Ying Shan bit his lips tightly. He had never seen a woman smile before. Perhaps it was because he had only seen a woman three times. Perhaps it was because women didn't like to smile.
He didn't know any of these. He only knew that as a demon, he couldn't disappoint a woman.
In reality, regardless of whether it was on the battlefield or after he entered the Yan Capital, he had completed his mission with unparalleled success.
As a demon, how many times did he have an understanding?
He used to be proud of himself, thinking that he might be able to repay this favor.
But today …
On the last day of his existence in this world, on his last mission, he failed. He was unable to give a satisfactory answer sheet to the woman.
He didn't know what the woman's expression would be when she found out about this. He only knew that he would become a demon that disappointed the woman.
Disappointed.
Ying Shan's eyes looked silently in the direction of his heart. He didn't cry. Because, he was a demon. A demon that was the Vice Domain Chief of the Ten Devilish Domains.
He couldn't cry in front of humans.
Even if he died.
He had to become a demon with dignity.
Hence, he moved.
Step by step, he walked towards Fang Zhengzhi. He walked towards the sword tornado formed by countless swords. He allowed the swords to pierce through his body.
There wasn't a single trace of black light on his body.
He didn't resist.
He only looked silently at Fang Zhengzhi as he walked towards the sword tornado …
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