"See? The demon weapon you feared is nothing more than this," the
In truth, there was no need for the Zhou Heavenly Clan's Patriarch to point it out — the Kong Heavenly Clan's Patriarch had already seen everything for himself.
"It works. It really works. The Demon Suppression Talisman truly works."
"Hahaha..."
In that moment, the Kong Heavenly Clan's Patriarch was an entirely different person. Not only was the fear gone, but he let out a burst of near-manic laughter.
It was as if emotions he had suppressed for so long could finally be released.
Then he looked toward
"Today, your demon weapon shall be purified, and you shall die here as well."
"Blast it."
At that moment, Chu Feng began pouring all of his power into the Evil God Sword.
He did not hand his physical body over to the Evil God Sword directly, but he did start exerting every ounce of strength he possessed to drive the blade.
ROAR—
The moment he activated it, the Evil God Sword responded immediately.
Towering crimson aura surged forth once more, and the blood-red storm clouds in the sky reappeared, churning and rolling. Though the Demon Suppression Talisman kept its power in check — making the crimson aura weaker than before — it still claimed a full fifth of the heavens above.
And it was still expanding.
The Evil God Sword's power was reviving.
"Not a chance."
Upon seeing this, the Zhou Heavenly Clan's Patriarch hurled the Demon Suppression Talisman from his hand, sending it high into the air.
Hummmm—
Once free of his grasp and soaring into the sky, the talisman seemed as though it had been unleashed. Its golden glow grew ever more blinding, and from within it, line upon line of ancient text began to emerge.
The characters drifted out from the talisman, spreading along the rays of golden light.
It was as though the light was the ocean and the characters were fish.
Those characters surged through that sea, flooding every inch touched by the golden radiance.
The writing was ancient — surely from a primordial era — and nearly impossible to decipher.
Yet the moment those characters appeared, the power of the Demon Suppression Talisman grew even more formidable.
In fact, Chu Feng and the others could hear an ancient voice emanating ceaselessly from within the talisman.
The voice was utterly incomprehensible, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of the sacred.
In that instant, no matter how desperately Chu Feng channeled his full strength, the crimson aura radiating from the Evil God Sword was still being suppressed. He could not bring out the sword's true power.
Under these conditions, the Evil God Sword began to tremble violently, as if refusing to submit.
"Damned brat — hand your body to this Evil God! Let me destroy that thing!"
The Evil God Sword's voice echoed ceaselessly in Chu Feng's mind, laced with fury.
It was as though someone had desecrated it, and it had to exact punishment — had to show its true might.
But Chu Feng heard in that voice a killing intent that grew ever more terrifying.
Under these circumstances, he was even less willing to hand his body over to the Evil God Sword.
"What are you standing around for? Get rid of him already!" the Zhou Heavenly Clan's Patriarch barked at the Kong Heavenly Clan's Patriarch.
While the Demon Suppression Talisman had indeed allowed him to suppress Chu Feng's demon weapon, he clearly had no intention of letting this stalemate drag on. He needed to finish Chu Feng off quickly — otherwise, a lingering sense of unease would not leave him.
After all, he had personally felt the aura of that demon weapon before. Had it not been for the Demon Suppression Talisman, he truly believed they would all be dead today.
Relying on their own strength alone, not a single person present could contend with Chu Feng's demon weapon.
"There is no need for you to remind me of that."