This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Feng Lin saw the scene and revealed a satisfied smile.

Boom!

The next moment, he swung his long halberd, charging towards Lu Qingshan with a battle intent soaring to the skies.

A long river of flames appeared from the long halberd, scorching and domineering, with Fire Serpents dancing wildly!

"What a powerful technique!" someone whispered upon seeing this.

The might within the flames was too strong, sending tremors through people's hearts.

Is this one of the most outstanding Demon Generals among the Maple Demon Clan?

Indeed immensely formidable!

"Kill!" Feng Lin's momentum was unstoppable and exceptionally fierce.

He had boundless confidence that he could slay Qing Ge.

Even if Qing Ge was a pure-blooded War Demon, as an equally Low-Ranking Demon General, Feng Lin was confident in his techniques.

"Defeating you with one move will establish my reputation, for which I must thank you!" Feng Lin said to himself.

If it weren't for Qing Ge being so arrogant and inciting public anger, how would he have had such a good opportunity to showcase his abilities and win public favor?

Lu Qingshan stood still, watching Feng Lin charging at him, nodding slightly in his heart.

He is indeed much stronger than the previous Yu Quan Demon General, worthy of being a formidable opponent.

"But, who made it so that your opponent is me?" Lu Qingshan coldly smirked, whispering to himself, "Take your skills to the Netherworld for the Netherworld Prison Master to see!"

At this moment, Feng Lin's figure was already very close to Lu Qingshan.

He shouted, and the flames on his halberd flared even more fiercely, the light dazzling like a volcano erupting, earth-shattering and heaven-rendering.

Yet Lu Qingshan, facing such a fierce strike, remained motionless at his original spot.

"Has he been scared stiff? Why isn't he moving?" someone questioned in confusion.

"No, something is changing!" someone with keen insight detected the anomaly.

Finally, with a hiss, a divine light suddenly shone from Lu Qingshan's eyes.

The divine light was like a sharp sword, shooting straight out.

It seemed as if time had frozen; the fierce Feng Lin suddenly stood still, his eyes blank, the flames on his halberd instantly dissipating.

Poof!

In just a blink of an eye, Lu Qingshan's hand holding the dark golden glowing Black Blood directly flicked Feng Lin's halberd away, still moving forward like lightning, connecting into a golden arc that penetrated Feng Lin's abdomen directly.

The sword tip protruded from Feng Lin's back, his dark green blood dripping down the sword tip.

Hiss—

Lu Qingshan withdrew his long sword, and blood spurted out, splashing high.

Bam!

Feng Lin's eyes widened, filled with unwillingness, confusion, and regret, but he could not utter a single word with all those emotions.

The next moment, his slender figure fell powerlessly.

Several sword threads shot out from Feng Lin's body at this moment, swimming in the air, flexible as fish.

They quickly surged towards the Black Blood in Lu Qingshan's hand, merging into the sword's body.

—After stabbing his long sword into Feng Lin's body, Lu Qingshan controlled these sword threads to shred all his internal organs.

The bustling Royal City seemed to quiet down at this moment, turning into the Golden Chest.

At least on the martial stage, it was so.

Everyone's eyes widened with disbelief, momentarily speechless.

The aura Feng Lin had just now was so terrifying, the techniques so fierce?

How could someone so confident and grand fall just like that?

Moreover, with just one move!

With merely one move, Feng Lin, whose capabilities should far surpass Yu Quan Demon General, collapsed?

The crowd was perplexed, unaware of what had transpired.

The battle ended too quickly and too suddenly for many to react to the details.

The scene froze.

On the high stage, two corpses lay there.

The distinguished "Qing Ge" stood with his sword, his expression indifferent, though his appearance was unremarkable, his presence was exceptionally dignified.

Below the stage, the lively crowd turned into statues, all wide-eyed, mouths agape, staring foolishly at "Qing Ge" on the stage.

"How did he do that? So domineering!" The crowd finally came back to their senses, muttering.

This scene was too heart-stirring.

"Qing Ge" did not even move his feet, yet defeated his enemy with his sword.

Mighty and valiant!

......

In the residence of Shi Wu Demon Venerable.

"Such a powerful Primordial Spirit." Shi Wu Demon Venerable gazed through the distance, witnessing everything that happened on the martial stage.

He naturally differed from those clueless onlookers, having long seen through every detail of the battle.

"Qing Ge's Primordial Spirit power is far beyond the level of a Low-Ranking Demon General, even among top Demon Generals, only a few could compare to him."

"Additionally, Feng Lin was too arrogant, not considering any defense. He unleashed his strongest technique right from the start, leaving no reservations, rendering himself utterly vulnerable to Qing Ge's Primordial Spirit attack."

"The result was getting caught off guard; though it was a brief moment of distraction, Qing Ge's mastery of the 'Seven Extremes' swordsmanship, with its lightning speed, was enough to cement the victory in that fleeting moment."

"However... who could have thought a mixed-blood War Demon would possess such a powerful Primordial Spirit?" Shi Wu Demon Venerable muttered.

Even he was somewhat shocked.

The War Demon Clan never had the tradition of cultivating the Primordial Spirit—lacking the talent for it, and even if they devoted time to it, the returns were typically minimal.