Volume One: The Demon Lord's Young Master Chapter 3: The Demon Sword Domain

“Qi Yu, you worthless fool don’t deserve to possess a spiritual weapon! If you hand over that greatsword to me, I might consider sparing your life.”

Su Ze’an was panting heavily, but the greed in his eyes could not be concealed.

“Heh heh heh heh.”

Qi Yu’s figure trembled, as if losing control of himself. His crimson eyes held nothing but endless slaughter.

A faint smile curved at the corner of his mouth. He swung the greatsword, and a sharp slicing sound pierced the air. The greatsword hovered just inches above Su Ze’an’s head.

Su Ze’an collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by the oppressive presence of death. He quickly changed his tone.

“No, I don’t want the sword anymore!”

In this moment, the once lofty young master of the Su family finally realized that he was completely at Qi Yu’s mercy.

He even felt that his life and death were merely a thought away for Qi Yu.

“Qi Yu, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have provoked you. Please, spare me!”

Yet in his heart, Su Ze’an was already scheming to inform the Second Elder about Qi Yu’s possession of the spiritual greatsword, determined to seize it at all costs.

“Wrong?”

Qi Yu sneered coldly, his crimson eyes devoid of any emotion. “You not only humiliated my father but also tried to exterminate me. Do you think I should forgive you with just one sorry?”

“No, you can’t kill me! I’m a prodigy of the outer sect, the future Sacred Son of the Sword Sect…”

Before he could finish, Qi Yu gave no chance for further defense and raised the greatsword to strike.

Blood spattered everywhere.

The sound was abruptly cut off.

With a heavy thud, Su Ze’an’s lifeless body collapsed to the ground.

With Su Ze’an’s death, Qi Yu suddenly felt all his strength drained away. A heavy fatigue washed over him like a tidal wave. His body wobbled and his consciousness gradually cleared. The greatsword in his hand dissolved into sparkling starlight and vanished.

This was no place to linger.

The murderous aura just now would surely attract the Sword Sect’s attention. Qi Yu forced his spirit to press on, heading deeper into the mountains.

There was no path on the back mountain, only dense shrubs. Qi Yu walked for most of the day, his clothes torn by branches along the way. He stumbled forward, looking somewhat disheveled.

Finally, he could no longer bear it. His eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the ground.

Though unconscious, his mind remained lucid. He found himself once again in that vast sword domain space.

But this time, the scene was no longer as grim as before. There were no bloodied corpses; instead, the expansive ground was covered in an intact sword domain.

Countless swords were stuck in the earth, shimmering with various hues of light, all connected by countless jet-black iron chains to the central greatsword.

Qi Yu even noticed a graceful woman standing atop the greatsword.

“Heh heh, you’ve finally arrived!”

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