About thirty minutes later, they saw a towering Sword Demon on the road, its entire body transformed into white bones, exuding an imposing Demonic Qi.
Next to it was a "little kid."
In Jin Yicai’s arrogant eyes, he only saw the "powerful" Sword Demon and didn’t care at all about Mo Hua. He immediately stepped forward and laughed coldly:
"Did you kill Jin Gui?"
At these words, Sword Bone was taken aback.
Who is Jin Gui?
It had no idea...
But on the surface, it remained silent, sullen and cold.
Seeing its "swagger," Jin Yicai’s eyelids twitched slightly, then he laughed coldly:
"Just killing a useless person, are you feeling proud?"
With Mo Hua by its side, Sword Bone maintained courtesy, still not daring to utter a word, ignoring Jin Yicai’s ridicule.
Jin Yicai’s gaze sharpened.
Could this Sword Demon be a "puppet"?
He looked over at Mo Hua.
However, Mo Hua’s figure was even smaller than outside, so Jin Yicai didn’t recognize him and ignored him once again.
"Although Jin Gui is indeed useless, this Sword Demon doesn’t seem completely without merit. Anyway, better to test it first..."
Jin Yicai thought silently, then stopped wasting words and immediately revealed his Sword Qi, attacking the Sword Demon.
Sword Bone felt helpless.
Why do these people have such a death wish...
If you want to die, at least choose the right target.
If you attack that little kid next to me, you’ll die instantly, why bother with this "shell"...
However, with the opponent already attacking, Sword Bone had no choice but to fight back.
It transformed into the White Bone Evil Sword, and engaged Jin Yicai in battle.
Yet Sword Bone couldn’t grasp Mo Hua’s intentions, uncertain if it should give its all in the fight, so it fought half-heartedly with Jin Yicai for a while.
For a while, the battle was quite back-and-forth.
Jin Yicai was slightly surprised, "This Sword Demon indeed has some skills, no wonder Jin Gui died at its hands..."
After several rounds of fighting, just as victory seemed elusive, a streak of golden light suddenly swept by.
Jin Yicai felt an inexplicable chill, realizing something was amiss, he deflected Sword Bone and turned to look.
When he saw, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Behind him, the previously coldly observing four managers, had been somehow shattered by an unknown force.
What happened?!
Jin Yicai’s pupils trembled violently.
At this moment, a crisp but displeased voice said: "Sword Bone!"
"Yes!"
Sword Bone responded promptly.
It knew this little ancestor was growing impatient, unwilling to waste more time on these small fry.
Sword Bone stopped holding back, its pupils ignited with two flames of magic, and the white bone longsword in its hand suddenly enlarged, slashing fiercely.
Jin Yicai couldn’t block it at all, his shoulder instantly carved with a deep blood mark.
Only now did he realize that his Gold-Cutting Sword Skill was utterly useless against this Sword Demon.
"Not good!"
He roared in fury, the Monster Pattern on his back glowed, and the demonic power gradually gathered.
It was a Dog Pattern.
Sword Bone sneered contemptuously, without a hint of hesitation, it reversed its sword and thrust effortlessly, piercing Jin Yicai’s left chest and pinning him to the ground.
"You wear a dog’s pattern, and yet try to act like a big bad wolf?"
Jin Yicai’s face turned pale.
No, how could the battle of Divine Thought be entirely different from what he imagined?
Why was this Sword Demon so powerful?
And how did those four monster cultivator managers die?
While he was in a state of shock and confusion, he heard a crisp voice next to him questioning:
"In Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, a place that nurtures ten thousand demons, where have you hidden all those demon wraiths? Why can’t I find them?"