Chapter 12 Ma Dong Seok

The old man examined the sword closely, murmuring to himself, "This sword resembles the emblem of the ancient Yin Plundering Sect. Its name was... neither... nether... yes, Netherblade."

He turned to the young man. "Hey, kid, I have a deal for you. Give me that sword, and I'll trade you this coffin."

Xiao responded coolly, "I did hand you the sword, but after seeing you trade your own master for it, I no longer trust you."

The old man's expression darkened. "Then I'll have to kill you, boy."

Turning to his student, he warned, "Protect yourself from that sword. It doesn't just kill; it erases your soul from existence."

He then addressed everyone present. "Whoever brings me that sword will receive any reward they desire."

Xiao smirked as his opponents ran towards him, swords in hand. He swung his sword horizontally, releasing a C-shaped black energy that sliced their bodies in half. old man watched the scene, stroking his long beard.

He smiled. "Kid, I think you don't know how to use that sword."

Xiao sneered. "Old fart, don't lecture me. I was just testing this toy. If you want to fight, come at me."

The old man unfolded his fan and unleashed a fan-shaped white energy. Xiao moved his sword in the same way as before, but this time it had no effect.

"Host, your sword is displeased because you called her a toy. You need to save yourself."

The fan-shaped energy hit Xiao, causing blood to spill from his mouth.

"Please, what does she want to save me?"

"She wants that pure yin energy coffin, and you need to respect her in the future."

"Okay, deal, but first, save me!"

Sword again started realising that black mist. xiao smiled" let's fucking end this."

The old man, wielding the Heavenly Sword Art, lunged at Xiao with incredible speed. He leapt into the air and defied gravity, sprinting across the ceiling with the grace of a celestial being. In a flash, he pointed his fan directly at Xiao's head.

"Host, move your sword to your head!" urged the voice in Xiao's mind.

Xiao reacted instantly, raising his sword just in time. The old man's fan unleashed a blinding white energy, crashing down onto Xiao's sword. The sheer force of the impact sent Xiao stumbling backward, but he quickly regained his footing, his eyes locked onto his opponent.

"Host, move your sword in a cross!" the voice commanded again.

Xiao obeyed, slashing his sword in a cross pattern. A surge of black energy erupted from the blade, hurtling towards the old man. The old man responded with a swift flick of his fan, conjuring a matching wave of white energy. The two energies collided mid-air with a thunderous roar, creating a burst of dazzling light that forced both combatants to step back from the sheer power of the explosion.

For a moment, the room was filled with an intense silence, both fighters catching their breath and assessing each other. Neither was willing to concede an inch. They charged again, their weapons a blur of motion, each strike and counterstrike creating ripples of energy that shook the very foundations of the chamber. The old man's movements were fluid and precise, his fan a blur of deadly elegance, while Xiao's swordsmanship was raw but powerful, driven by an unyielding determination.

They clashed again and again, neither gaining a decisive advantage, their energies swirling and intertwining in a dazzling display of martial prowess. The room seemed to warp and shudder with each clash, the intensity of their battle resonating through every stone and shadow.

After some time, the old man gained the upper hand. Xiao was lying on the ground, shielding himself with his sword as the old man pressed his fan toward Xiao's neck.

"Young boy, this is your end," the old man taunted, applying more pressure. "I admire how you fight..."

But Xiao smiled and, with his other hand, used his Soulreaper Bow. An arrow pierced through the old man's neck, and a stream of blood erupted from the wound. Exhausted from the intense battle, the old man clutched the hole with his hand and growled in pain, "You sinister brat..."

Xiao, too drained to stand, rested against a nearby rock. "You know, Demon King, I am his only disciple."

The old man, struggling, whispered, "Water... please give me water. I will tell you my master's name."

Xiao took a deep breath. "You can't. Your master sealed your memory."

The old man gasped. "You are a mind cultivator..."

"No," Xiao replied, smirking. "I am sect cultivator amm I mean a dual cultivator."

The old man chuckled through his pain. "You are truly dumb in swordsmanship and cultivation."

Xiao pointed his bow at the old man's mouth and released an arrow. It pierced through the old man's mouth and exited the back of his head.

Xiao smiled wickedly. "Rule number 69: don't talk too much on your deathbed."

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Thick red-colored water flowed out of the cave. Inside, a young man was seated on the bodies of Old Man Hai's students, grilling the meat of a wolfman. The cave was filled with the corpses of wolfmen, and he whistled a sweet melody. In a far corner, a coffin pierced by a sword was enveloped in black mist, with the sword absorbing the yin energy.

He also discovered some pills and a sword art manual from the old man, specifically the Heavenly Sword Art.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the earth, a large demon-like middle-aged man sat in the shadows, listening to two men in white robes.

"Sir, his life token broke this morning."

"Hmmm, it's not easy to kill our men."

"Find him and burn that token."

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Host:They burned there life token move away from these corpse.

As Xiao moved away, the bodies spontaneously caught fire, leaving only three white feathers behind.

Xiao screamed, "They burned my food! I cooked meat for the first time in my life!"

Host: It was bad. I scanned that meat while you were grilling. Werewolf meat is not edible. It will cause loose motions.

Xiao: "Enough! Did you find any information about that guy?"

Host: I only found out who placed the seals on their memory. The name was Ma Dong Seok…