I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 344 - Demon Sword

Bu Tiange's strength could even be described as terrifying.

Han Zheng, even when he exerted his full strength, could not severely injure Bu Tiange, even with the power of Sea Suppressing.

What was even more terrifying was that Bu Tiange wasn't actually considered an old generation martial artist; although he was older than Han Zheng and others, he was actually not yet thirty-five.

Twelve years ago, just past twenty, Bu Tiange had already made a name for himself in the Martial World.

Compared to Bu Tiange, those so-called outstanding figures of the Southern Mountain were simply nothing.

But at this moment, there wasn't a trace of fear on Han Zheng's face; he simply said calmly, "Run? I haven't even taken what belongs to me yet, why would I run?"

As his words fell, Han Zheng gathered the last bit of strength in his body, transforming it into boundless Blood Slaughter Blade Light, slashing towards the Weapon Casting Furnace that was forging the Heavenly Soldier!

The Weapon Mold inside the furnace had already been mostly refined.

Then Bu Tiange threw in a material known as the Eye of Moluo, which further fueled the flames.

Now, Qiao Anze and Fang Tieyun had already integrated the necessary Array Patterns into it, especially Fang Tieyun, who had forcibly changed the weapon forging plan, making it equivalent to its origin being from his own hand.

At this point, the weapon only needed the winning strength infused into it, and then the Heavenly Soldier would be completely forged.

Whether the final Heavenly Soldier would be a sword, a saber, or a spear depended on what kind of sharpness the last person poured into it.

Typically, this last step should have been controlled by the Weapon Casting Masters and carried out step by step.

But now, with Fang Tieyun occupied controlling the Myriad Soldiers Formation, Han Zheng was pouring all his Sword Intent into it, aiming to forcibly seize this Heavenly Soldier!

Bu Tiange, who had been all smiles a moment ago, stopped smiling when he saw this scene.

He had three purposes for attending the Weapon Casting Conference.

One was that he was bored and wanted to stir up some trouble for fun.

Another was to capture the Divine Weapon, Thousand Mechanism Transformation, for the Black Mountain Demon, given that he had stayed with the Black Mountain Demon for over a decade; it was quite embarrassing not to have any achievements to his name.

And the last purpose was to seize the Heavenly Soldier that would be forged at the conclusion of the conference.

The sword he currently wielded had been crafted by the Qingming Sword Pavilion; it had accompanied him through many battles and was showing signs of damage, necessitating a replacement.

Seeing Han Zheng make a move towards the Weapon Casting Furnace, Bu Tiange became anxious.

If the Weapon Mold truly became a saber, it would be useless to him even if he managed to snatch it.

Bu Tiange executed his full power, Sword Qi crisscrossing agilely, moving at an extreme speed—it seemed that in the blink of an eye, the Sword Qi reached the Weapon Casting Furnace, but it was still a step too late.

Bu Tiange had been sent flying more than ten meters by Han Zheng's strike with Sea Suppressing; though the distance wasn't too far, his Sword Qi was still a step slower than Han Zheng's Sword Light.

The Sword Qi missed, and the raging Sword Light instantly poured into the Weapon Casting Furnace, causing the black demon flames within to surge and intensify!

The Weapon Mold absorbed the power from Han Zheng's Sword Light, beginning to transform and extend on its own, taking the form of a straight-edged long saber.

A dark-colored blade gradually revealed itself, its crimson edge wrapped in astonishing Blood Slaughter Killing Intent.

What's most eerie was that on the dark blade emerged naturally formed Demon Patterns, which made one feel dizzy and disoriented from just one glance.

Even more peculiar was the eye on the hilt, lifelike and demonic, although at the moment, it was closed.

The handle was shaped like a withered bone arm, slightly sinister.

Past Weapon Casting Conferences had always created Weapons that followed an upright and open approach.

But this time, because Bu Tiange had thrown in the Eye of Moluo, a Demon Sword was forged at the conference—an unprecedented outcome!

Han Zheng waved his hand, and the Demon Sword immediately let out a light hum, flying into his grasp.

The final formation of this Demon Sword was due to Han Zheng's power, so the weapon did not require any troublesome rituals like consecration or recognition of master; it immediately belonged to Han Zheng.

Upon receiving it, a sensation of coldness surfaced.

Han Zheng only slightly activated part of his power when he immediately felt an immense, vast, and wildly ferocious Demonic Qi swarm into his body, while the saber continuously drew upon his Qi Blood Power.

As Han Zheng's Qi Blood Power was poured into it, the eye on the blade gradually opened a slight gap, revealing a frightening crimson hue.

That surge of power was so intense it instantly replenished the void in Han Zheng's strength caused by the use of Sea Suppressing!

But what followed was an extremely terrifying and insane will that constantly sought to take over Han Zheng's mental state. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

In a daze, Han Zheng seemed to see a gigantic shadow emerge above the Nine Heavens, timeless and spanning across the eras, its face indiscernible, with only a blood-red eyeball staring down at the human world.

Han Zheng immediately sealed his meridians by force, cutting off the Qi Blood supply to the Demon Sword.

He could no longer feed it the power of Qi Blood!

Heaven knows what exactly the Eye of Moluo that Bu Tiange had thrown into the Weapon Casting Furnace was. This Demon Sword was excessively powerful; he only needed to stimulate a sliver of its strength to unleash such formidable might.

However, the insane will became even more domineering, to the point that even with Han Zheng's mental state, it was impossible to halt it, resulting in a futile resistance.

Han Zheng suspected that if he forcibly stimulated the power of the Demon Sword, in the end, that will might completely devour his own mental state.

At that point, he would not be the master of this sword, but its puppet.

It would not be he who wielded the sword, but the sword that would be driving him.

The cheeky smile on Bu Tiange's face had completely vanished, replaced with an unhappy expression.

"I finally understand why Luodao hated you to the point of grinding his teeth.

Han Zheng, you are truly annoying.

I originally wanted to create a Demon Sword, but in the end, you snatched it away, and it became a Demon Saber.

Taking someone's things is a very unethical behavior."

Clutching the Demon Saber, Han Zheng spoke indifferently, "Who took your thing? Part of the materials inside this saber were also provided by the Demon Cleansing Bureau.

According to the rules of the Weapon Casting Conference, only the victor is entitled to claim the Heavenly Soldier in the end.

The outcome has not yet been decided, but you have already broken these rules, so naturally, the Demon Saber should go to the one capable of wielding it."

"What I set my sights on is mine!"

Bu Tiange glared unhappily at Han Zheng.

But his appearance was strikingly beautiful and somewhat eerie; even with such a face, it seemed to lack any deterrent power.

"It's always been me taking things from others; when has it ever been someone else's turn to take from me?"

As the words fell, Bu Tiange took a step forward, flipping his long sword, which stirred up ripples of sword light like the waves of water.

The sword light layered upon itself, with strong power continuously spilling out, instantly enveloping Han Zheng like a vast ocean.

Han Zheng made a slashing motion, unleashing the Nine Prisons Slaughter Life Saber.

But this time, it was not just the shocking killing intent, but also an overwhelming surge of Demonic Qi!

A dim shadow of a demon roared atop the Demon Sword, as the powerful and domineering Demonic Qi transformed into black and red sword light, tearing directly through the countless sword ripples.

But behind the stacked layers of sword light, a chill and piercing light had already sliced through the countless waves and struck.

The Supreme Sword Scripture, Break the Waves with a Single Sword!

This sword strike from Bu Tiange was like splitting the colossal waves of an ocean, colliding with Han Zheng's slash.

An immensely powerful force erupted in an instant; Han Zheng stepped back three steps, while Bu Tiange was suddenly pushed back a step.

Bu Tiange was mighty, unmatched in the Sword Dao.

Han Zheng, on the other hand, had a robust physique, and the power boost brought by the Demon Sword was also astoundingly startling.

The two clashed with one strike; Han Zheng seemingly remained at a disadvantage, yet a barely noticeable crack had emerged on Bu Tiange's long sword.

Bu Tiange was also frustrated at heart.

The material everyone brought to this Weapon Casting Conference was already quite remarkable; he even contributed a treasure, the Eye of Moluo.

Furthermore, the young talents present at this Conference were exceptionally strong, and the sharpness of the weapons collected in the Weapon Casting Furnace was incredibly astonishing, which resulted in the Demon Sword taking shape as a top-notch Heavenly Soldier, physically overpowering his Earth Soldier.

Such was the exchange of several moves, and yet Bu Tiange was unable to get the upper hand over Han Zheng.

But what was unbeknownst to him was that although Han Zheng seemed to be holding on, he had already tensed his nerves, preparing to handle a loss of control at any moment.

Each use of the Demon Sword struck his mental state like a hammer, hovering on the edge of losing control!