Master of the Demon Emperor

Su Yie grabbed his sword and marched towards Lu Ziwei, picking up speed as he went.

By the time he had taken ten steps, he suddenly stamped his foot and charged at Lu Ziwei.

In that instant, everyone's hearts leapt into their throats.

They all hoped nothing would happen to Su Yie. Xiang Yu truly cared about Su Yie, while Liu Boya and his soldiers were concerned about their mission. If something happened to Su Yie, how would they explain it to Li Mengde?

In the blink of an eye, Su Yie had closed in on Lu Ziwei.

Lu Ziwei's face was expressionless, and he didn't even move an inch.

Just as Su Yie was about to collide with Lu Ziwei, a sharp focus appeared in his eyes.

Divine Skills!

Instantly, Su Yie appeared behind Lu Ziwei and thrust his sword.

It was an outright killing move!

He knew he was no match for Lu Ziwei, but he had to give it his all to prove himself.

Clang—

All of a sudden, Lu Ziwei half-turned and used the scabbards of twenty swords on his right side to trap the blade of the Heartbreaking Sword.

Su Yie was immediately stopped in his tracks.

Silence!

Su Yie's expression turned somewhat awkward. Lu Ziwei noticed his expression and a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Su Yie was wildly arrogant, the kind that penetrated deep into his marrow.

He wouldn't show his arrogance with his voice, but standing in front of him, you could feel his intensity just by looking into his eyes.

Seeing such a madman display an awkward look was quite amusing.

Su Yie tried to withdraw his sword, but he couldn't pull it back.

His strength had reached the Power of Six Hundred and Fifty Dragons, yet he couldn't move Lu Ziwei an inch.

This was the Sword God!

Lu Ziwei didn't want to embarrass Su Yie. He quickly turned around, and the Heartbreaking Sword was released.

"Come with me, I want to teach you," said Lu Ziwei, his back to Su Yie. From Liu Boya and the others' perspective, he was closing his eyes, bowing his head and smiling.

At that moment, Lu Ziwei was like a melting iceberg.

Liu Boya and hundreds of soldiers were all dumbstruck.

Xiang Yu brimmed with excitement. She too had cultivation, and even though she was hundreds of meters away, she could hear Lu Ziwei's words clearly.

The Sword God wanted to teach Su Yie!

What amazing fortune was this?

Even though the Demon Lord had gained fame recently, he was still junior compared to a legendary figure like the Sword God.

Liu Boya's emotions turned completely upside down. If even Lu Ziwei valued Su Yie so highly, did the Mighty Tang have any right to keep him?

They didn't even dare lay a finger on Su Yie!

According to what Lu Ziwei had said earlier, Xia Tianyi also thought highly of Su Yie.

If both the Sword Saint and the Sword God looked favorably upon Su Yie, who in the Seven Dynasties would dare to touch him?

Together, they could fight from the east to the west of the Seven Dynasties without breaking a sweat.

"I need to go to the Mighty Tang," said Su Yie hesitantly. The great war of the Seven Dynasties loomed; regardless of the Mighty Tang's current strength, it could fall any day, and then the Immortal Sword would be out of reach!

Lu Ziwei replied, "Just ten days, I will teach you for only ten days, and then I'll personally take you to Chang An."

To Chang An?

Liu Boya immediately tensed up. Why would the Sword God want to go to Chang An?

He wanted to ask, but Lu Ziwei's presence was too imposing, making him too intimidated to speak.

Ten days!

Su Yie raised an eyebrow, then gestured to Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu got the hint and, with a surprised and delighted smile, began trotting towards Su Yie with light, graceful steps.

Lu Ziwei turned around and asked in surprise, "Your wife?"

"My maid," Su Yie replied indifferently. Even the most beautiful woman in the Seven Dynasties could only be his maid.

Lu Ziwei looked at him with a meaningful glance and thought to himself, "This kid really is a lot like Xia Tianyi, quite the pretender."

As Xiang Yu reached Su Yie, Lu Ziwei leapt into the air. A treasured sword unsheathed from his waist and slipped under his feet, carrying him towards the sky.

Su Yie grabbed Xiang Yu's arm and leaped up too, the Heartbreaking Sword autonomously flying under his feet for sword flight in the same manner.

The trio quickly vanished from Liu Boya and the others' line of sight.

From start to finish, Liu Boya didn't dare interrupt.

"Military strategist... what can we do?"

A general asked cautiously.

Liu Boya took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing; just ten days. Besides, the intelligence about the Sword God descending upon Chang An is even more crucial."

That was the only way he could comfort himself.

He looked in the direction where Su Yie and the others had left and murmured, "Demon Lord, who exactly are you?"

...

Atop a mountain a thousand zhang high, Su Yie, Xiang Yu, and Lu Ziwei landed.

From here, one could see the clouds, as well as mountain peaks emerging from the sea of clouds in the distance. The scenery was magnificent.

"What has Xia Tianyi taught you?"

Lu Ziwei got straight to the point, causing Xiang Yu to widen her beautiful eyes in shock.

The Sword Saint had taught Su Yie?

Now even the Sword God was going to teach Su Yie?

What was this rhythm?

Su Yie answered calmly, "All Under Heaven Facing East, Twin Sword Sovereigns."

Hearing this, Lu Ziwei narrowed his eyes and said, "He is indeed generous."

Su Yie stared straight at him, using his gaze to suggest that he be generous too.

You are the Sword God!

You have a more domineering title than the Sword Saint, so how could you be more stingy than him?

Their gazes met, and Lu Ziwei instantly understood.

His eyes focused, and in an instant, the forty-one swords at his waist drew from their sheaths all at once.

The crisp sound of blades being unsheathed was crystal clear, converging into one, causing Xiang Yu to get goosebumps.

Forty-one treasured swords hovered above Lu Ziwei's head, reflecting dazzling rays of light under the sunlight.

Su Yie could feel that the quality of these swords was not low, the poorest among them comparable to his Heartbreaking Sword.

Hum—

All the treasured swords began to tremble, and then split into hundreds of sword shadows, multiplying even further, the number surging past five thousand. With another split, the number of sword shadows broke past ten thousand, all their tips pointing at Su Yie and Xiang Yu.

Ten thousand swords suspended in the air – what a spectacular sight!

Even Su Yie felt a chill run down his spine at the astonishing scene.

With just a thought from Lu Ziwei, he would be pierced through the heart by ten thousand swords!

"What do you think of this move?" Lu Ziwei asked, his expression still cold.

"Teach me, and I will know," Su Yie immediately replied.

He wanted to learn!

Mastering this move, together with All Under Heaven Facing East, would make him unbeatable in the entire world!

A slight curve appeared at the corner of Lu Ziwei's mouth, and he then began to teach Su Yie.

...

Chang An.

Mighty Tang imperial city, also the most prosperous of the Seven Dynasties.

Here, carriages and horses crowded the streets, high rises stood in great numbers, tendrils of blue smoke rose gently, the whole city shrouded in a hazy, dream-like quality under the clouds, with homing pigeons flitting across the skies from time to time.

The streets of Chang An City encircled the royal palace, one ring after another, while mountains undulated beyond the city's borders, cradling Chang An City like the palm of the god of the earth.

In the royal palace, within the Imperial Study Room.

"What? The Sword God?"

Li Mengde slammed his hands on the table and rose to his feet, his face filled with shock.

For him, the Sword God was a being of legend, one he had never seen in his life.

Liu Boya nodded, his expression grave, "Judging by the Sword God's intentions, he too wants to come to Chang An. This is probably not a good thing."

Hearing this, Li Mengde took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.

He slowly sat down and passed a letter on the table to Liu Boya.

Liu Boya opened it and his face changed dramatically, his voice trembling, "Leader of the Demon Cult Wei Niantian? He suspects that the Lord of White Karma was killed by the Demon Lord? And he's coming to Chang An in person?"

He immediately grasped the severity of the situation.

The Demon Lord had the protection of the Sword God, and if Wei Niantian caused trouble for him, it would surely provoke the Sword God.

The Leader of the Demon Cult in a battle against the Sword God?

Chang An would not remain intact!

"How should we handle this?"

Li Mengde asked with a troubled expression on his face. He could not afford to offend either Wei Niantian or Lu Ziwei.