Several sword scabbards, like sharp blades, gleamed under the resplendent sword light. Not only did a mountain-like sword intent weigh down, but countless sharp sword qi also surged forth!
Within the blink of an eye, less than ten zhang away, the immense threat caused every hair on the tiger demon's body to stand on end!
In mere moments, the tiger demon sensed a dense aura of death. Without hesitation, it let out a roar and spat out a stream of light from its foul-smelling maw.
Within that light was a perfectly round demon core, entirely azure in color, radiating a spiritual pressure comparable to the peak of the second realm!
As soon as its demon core appeared, accompanied by a deafening roar, it stirred up gusts of howling wind.
And amidst this howling wind, the light from the several sword scabbards unleashed by Zhao Yuansong instantly dimmed several notches.
In an instant, both the sword light and sword qi were blown away into nothingness by the wind, leaving only the sword intent within unshaken!
Rumble!!!
As the magic power within the demon core transformed into a curtain, blocking the several sword scabbards, a thunderous explosion immediately echoed throughout the entire county town!
Countless citizens were startled awake from their slumber, momentarily suspecting they were hallucinating. However, upon seeing that those around them were similarly affected, they could only reveal looks of confusion.
Some citizens even knelt on the ground, murmuring the names of Heaven or various deities, clearly mistaking it for divine wrath, about to descend heavenly punishment.
The booming sounds spread. Under the rampaging magic power, half of the county yamen had already collapsed.
On the streets, rows of houses caved in. Fortunately, they were only shops and had no residents living within.
When the rolling dust dispersed, a demon core spun leisurely in mid-air, emitting a rich azure glow.
As for the several sword scabbards that had shot forward, they had vanished without a trace, leaving only the sword intent they contained.
"Slash!"
Zhao Yuansong formed sword gestures with both hands and suddenly let out a stern shout.
Immediately, it could be seen that the several sword intents merged into one, transforming into a colossal sword several zhang in size.
As soon as this sword materialized, it fiercely slashed down, directly cleaving the demon core without any embellishment!
Boom!!!
Amidst the thunderous roar, the light on the demon core abruptly dimmed, and dense cracks appeared on its surface, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.
Witnessing this, the tiger demon, enduring the backlash, fiercely swiped forward with a claw, batting away the earth-yellow giant sword formed by sword intent.
"Human! You shall die!"
Its eyes were filled with rage. After swallowing the demon core in one gulp, it spat out another stream of light.
As the light dissipated, a small black flag, no bigger than a palm, appeared before it.
As soon as the small flag appeared, it emitted a dense gray mist, accompanied by piercing, ear-splitting wails and screams that made one's head split.
It could be seen that within the streams of gray mist, countless figures writhed, their faces filled with despair and pain.
"Die!"
A fierce glint flashed in the tiger demon's eyes. It then spat out several mouthfuls of vital essence, enveloping the black flag before it.
Instantly, as the gray mist spread, countless phantoms flew out from the small flag. They let out sharp, mournful cries and swarmed towards the person in front of them.
"Blood!"
"Eat him! Eat him!"
"Make him like us!"
"Hahahaha!!!!!"
Countless phantoms flew out, emitting strange cries.
Seeing this, Zhao Yuansong's expression immediately changed. He quickly prepared to mobilize his magic power to unleash a technique that would restrain specters.
However, in the next moment, he suddenly felt the world spin. Not only did his consciousness seem to be shrouded in a thick cloth, but even the magic power within his body was difficult to mobilize.
It was as if the devilish roars possessed some irresistible power, causing him to lose control of himself!
In mere moments, Zhao Yuansong knew where the problem lay. Even though these sounds had some effect, what truly caused him to lose all control was the black flag suspended in mid-air.
It silently emitted a faint black light, and under the cover of night, it had unknowingly enveloped Zhao Yuansong.
"Is this the end?"
A thought suddenly arose in his heart, followed by a helpless smile.
His supposed reliance, the magical treasure within his dantian, remained utterly silent.
And the methods he had previously employed had already exhausted most of his magic power, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill several demons in an instant.
It could be said that he had no remaining trump cards and could only watch as the phantoms filled the sky and enveloped him.
Zhao Yuansong sighed softly. His field of vision was already filled with countless phantoms, their ferocious and terrifying faces seeming as though they would tear into him at any moment.
However, in the very next instant, streaks of sword light suddenly pierced through the countless phantoms. In the blink of an eye, all the phantoms before him vanished.
The resentful souls were annihilated by the countless sword lights before they could even let out a scream, their remnants immediately returning to heaven and earth.
"It's been so many years, and I don't want to see you reincarnate just when we've finally met."
A familiar voice sounded in his ear. Zhao Yuansong immediately turned to look to the side.
Following that, he saw a young man in a daoist robe slowly emerge from the void beside him, holding an ancient long sword with a flickering sword light.
"Heh, and a little tiger demon. This tiger skin is worth a lot of silver!"
Ji Yuan glanced at the spot not far away and then revealed a look of pleasant surprise.
However, when he saw the black flag suspended in mid-air, his expression immediately turned grim.
"Damn it!"
He gritted his teeth and whispered.
With his current discernment, how could he not recognize this as a ghost-path magical artifact, specifically designed to capture the souls of newly deceased beings to refine and enhance its power.
Roar!!!
Sensing a gaze upon him, the tiger demon immediately felt a tremor of fear. It instinctively let out low growls.
From the suddenly appearing young man, it sensed a terrifying aura of death. The third-realm aura emanating from the other party made it unable to muster any thought of resistance.
In the next breath, Ji Yuan casually unleashed a sword light, instantly severing the tiger demon's head.
No blood splattered. The tiger demon's head and body quietly annihilated into nothingness within this sword light, and even its soul was no exception.
In the mere flick of a finger, the tiger demon left no trace in this world.
After killing the tiger demon, Ji Yuan's eyes flashed, and he then unleashed two or three more sword lights towards the black flag in mid-air.
The black flag, with only two or three acquired restrictions and not of particularly high quality, was instantly cut into several pieces by the sword lights without the master's magic power infusion, and finally fell to the ground.
"You... broke through to the third realm?"
As the black flag was destroyed, Zhao Yuansong also regained control of his body and subconsciously asked the question.