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How did it happen? The usual way. They say, there is no fool like a fool with initiative. I can confirm that. Yet, there is an even worse idiot: a crowned one, with rich imagination and initiative. Now, this is a terrible combination-a real disaster-and that's what my uncle was like. How did I turn out to be a half-demon? Don't ask me stupid questions. A half-demon is born when one of the parents is human and the other is a demon. You say that's obvious? So what do you want to know? Ah, how could a human meet a demon? Fine. I'll tell you my story-from the very beginning.

This time, lightning attributes spiritual power were embedded in the sword. When the sword passed through the flesh, it also burnt it. “Oho, I understand now! “Your Sect Master found a pregnant woman and moved the haunting fetus into her body, and that's how a deformed thing like you was born! The Witch Doctor Sect? It’s just a simple crooked path! You have grown so much in such a short time. You must have taken in a lot of blood essence from people! No, you can’t be allowed to live. Go to hell!”

Shane shouted. The powerful and gigantic long sword slashed out, covering Lucifer and Jorge completely. Lucifer's expression changed. It was fortunate that he had Jorge with him, or he could have been seriously injured. Shane was arrogant enough to lock them inside the energy tornado. Lucifer shouted, "Jorge, use all of your strength!" He then gathered his strongest power and hit forward. Jorge also held a precious sword. The Demonic Sword exuded a charming, bright light, carrying an extremely dark energy, as it charged forward.

In fact, the sword’s aura alone was enough to make the demonic spider start inching backward in fear…! The sword was one of the Zeman family’s ancient magic artifacts, and it went by the name of Demondie. Forged using extremely masculine and righteous auras from heaven and earth, it was no wonder why the spider was so vigilant toward it. Not wanting to waste any more time, the enraged Walter leaped forward, swinging his sword toward the spider while roaring, “Die!” Now in a state of panic, the screeching spider immediately raised its pincers to block the attack. To its horror, the Demondie Sword simply sliced its pincers off!

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

There was a black mist coming from Sarah's eyes as she stared at her opponent. " I WILL KILL YOU!" The demon yelled in rage losing its composure. Its tentacles were divided into thirteen and were shot in her direction. "I will purge you!" Sarah whispered. The teen kicked off the ground, leaving a pile of rubble to elevate off the ground. As she dashed, dodging the multiple tentacles, a black mist formed in her other hand creating another sword. With that, she cut through the multiple attacks and performed a few flips dodging others. When she got close enough, she slashed its chest drawing a good amount of blood.

Its aura was so suppressive that even Village Head Fan felt his breathing grow heavy under its nonexistent gaze. “The Demon Sword Durandal: that which bestowed its name to my son. The demon sword that reaps countless of lives. Its gaze is as oppressive as always. And it rejects me once again.” Village Head Fan had a bitter expression on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sword.

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-NINE🎀 The clash between Kai and the demon was nothing short of a cataclysm. Without his sword, Kai’s hands glowed with a fierce, ethereal light, his movements becoming a blur of high-velocity strikes that whistled through the air. The demon met every blow with raw, abyssal strength, its claws leaving gouges in the stone walls as they traded hits that sounded like thunderclaps echoing through the hall.

Not to her surprise, not even a single one from the group was now in the room. She was extremely ashamed. "Aren't you going?" The boy asked, looking at Megara. Megara didn't pass him a look and turned her gaze towards the struggling demon. She grabbed the hilt of her sword and in no second the head of the demon rolled down on the floor with blood gushing out of his neck like boiling water as the demon fell on his knees and stiffened in the same position. Megara took out her handkerchief and cleaned the dirty blood off her shiny sword.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.