Inside the black-gold sword light.
The New Emperor Sword slowly hovered in the air.
Upon the blade, a humanoid weapon-spirit apparition emerged.
It was a black-gold youth with indistinct features, hands on hips, radiating an arrogance as if he had already conquered the world.
He surveyed the entire scene.
First, he looked at the three ancient corpses.
Then at Ji Wushang.
Finally, his gaze fell on Wang Hao.
“Haozi.”
“You’re slipping.”
The whole place fell dead silent.
The smile on Wang Hao’s face slowly faded.
“What did you just call Us?”
The New Emperor Sword puffed out its chest.
“Haozi.”
“This Lord now possesses late-stage Martial God combat power!”
“You’re only at the second layer of Martial God.”
“Watch your tone from now on.”
Wang Hao narrowed his eyes.
“Sword-bitch.”
“Are you feeling yourself again?”
The New Emperor Sword sneered.
“Drop the ‘again.’”
Wang Hao stood on the shattered altar, covered in blood, yet so furious his spirits actually improved by three points.
“We should have shoved you into a cesspit and suppressed you for three hundred years.”
The New Emperor Sword scoffed.
“Would you have the heart? Without this Lord, you’d have been turned into Haozi paste just now.”
Wang Hao snapped: “Say ‘Haozi’ one more time and see what happens?”
The New Emperor Sword quivered its tip, brimming with insolence: “Haozi! Haozi! Haozi!”
“What are you gonna do about it?”
Demon Lord: “……”
Yue Ji: “……”
Ghost Granny: “……”
Yin Jiuyou: “……”
This familiar flavor.
This damnable infighting.
Truly His Majesty’s sword.
Master and servant—both with mouths sharper than blades.
Ji Wushang’s face turned grim to an extreme.
He never expected.
The Four-Corpse Killing Formation he had painstakingly laid out would be broken by a sword in such a rotten, sneaky way.
Even less did he expect.
The moment the formation was shattered, this man and his sword actually started bickering right in front of him.
This was an insult.
A naked, bare-faced insult.
“Enough!”
Ji Wushang roared.
The remaining three ancient corpses lunged simultaneously.
The Flesh Corpse threw a punch at Wang Hao.
The Slaughter Corpse thrust its broken spear at the New Emperor Sword.
The Death-Domain Corpse spread its domain like an overwhelming blanket, trying to swallow both man and sword in one gulp.
Wang Hao and the New Emperor Sword, who had just been cursing each other like sworn enemies, turned in unison.
Wang Hao smirked.
“Business first.”
The New Emperor Sword let out a huff.
“I’ll curse you more after the job.”
Boom!
The black-gold sword light exploded.
The New Emperor Sword transformed into a sword-rainbow that pierced heaven and earth, standing horizontally in front of Wang Hao.
“Haozi, fall back.”
“Don’t get in this Lord’s way.”
Wang Hao’s eyelid twitched.
He very much wanted to slap this sword back into the furnace and reforge it.
But he looked at his broken ribs, his nearly useless left arm, his bottomed-out true essence, and those three furious ancient corpses.
Then he looked at the New Emperor Sword, who was practically flying high enough to touch the sky with arrogance.
Wang Hao was silent for a moment.
Then, with complete pragmatism, he retreated a hundred zhang.
Sitting down cross-legged.
He pulled out a handful of pills and shoved them into his mouth.
“Fine.”
“You go.”
“We’re all about taking good advice.”
New Emperor Sword: “……”
It had wanted to put on a big show.
But Wang Hao retreated so readily that it was momentarily at a loss.
Wang Hao healed himself while landing another jab.
“Sword-bitch, you’d better actually be able to fight.”
“Otherwise, I’ll smelt you into a kitchen knife later.”
The New Emperor Sword vibrated violently, rage surging sky-high.
“Shut up!”
“Watch this Lord beat ten of them!”
Wang Hao said flatly: “There are only three here.”
The New Emperor Sword snorted.
“This Lord said ten, so it’s ten!”
“It’s about the energy, got it?”
The next instant.
Sword light exploded into chaos.
The New Emperor Sword charged head-on at the three half-transcendent ancient corpses, reckless and savage.
Meanwhile, Wang Hao sat on a distant piece of rubble, his imperial robe tattered, face smeared with blood and grime, yet grinning with utter shamelessness.
Why use your own hands when you have hired muscle?
Only a fool wouldn't.
He was the Emperor.
The Emperor's job was to stay in the rear.
As for that sword-bitch?
The sword-bitch was meant to go out there and take the beating.
Deep within the dark abyss.
The three corpses howled.
Sword light swept across the sky.
A new battle had truly begun.
The Four-Corpse killing formation was missing a corner.
The entire Nine-Coffin altar looked as though someone had carved a chunk out of its spine from within.
The once-seamless formation runes began to fracture. The black-red light no longer flowed without interruption, and the tide of death qi churned in chaos.
The most obvious change was that everyone could finally breathe again.
Not that they felt relieved.
More like they'd gone from "about to be buried any second" to "the grave dirt is temporarily a couple shovelfuls lighter."
The Demon Lord's chest wound was still dripping blood, but he forced himself upright.
He stared up at the newly transformed Emperor Sword hovering in midair, his gaze solemn.
"Late-stage Martial God combat power."
"This cursed weapon evolved too quickly."
Yue Ji leaned against a broken stone pillar, face pale, blood at the corner of her lips, yet still unable to resist a teasing remark.
"What His Majesty raises is always anything but normal."
Wang Hao was refining a pill with his eyes closed. When he heard that, he didn't even open them.
"Is that a compliment?"
Yue Ji let out a soft laugh.
"Of course."
"Your concubine is praising Your Majesty's extraordinary talent — even your sword has been raised to be this shameless."
Wang Hao opened one eye and glanced at her.
"You still aren't hurt badly enough."
Yue Ji immediately shut her mouth.
She wasn't afraid of dying.
But she was afraid of Wang Hao keeping a ledger.
This emperor was good at many things, but he had a petty heart.
Petty enough to remember a single remark for three years, and charge interest when he finally settled the account.
Yin Jiuyou also took the chance to swallow a few pills, half his desiccated corpse-like frame slowly regaining a trace of color.
He watched Wang Hao popping pills by the handful and couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, those pills of yours..."
Wang Hao very naturally tucked the bottle away.
"None left."
Yin Jiuyou: "I haven't even asked for anything yet."
Wang Hao: "I'm refusing in advance."
Yin Jiuyou: "···"
Tyrant!
How refreshingly familiar.
In the distance, Han Shanyue finally let out a sigh of relief.
The old general gripped his blade, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
"His Majesty is safe."
The Great Xia soldier beside him felt his throat go dry.
"General, that sword... is it really His Majesty's weapon?"
Han Shanyue was silent for a moment.
"It is."
"But from now on, when you see it, mind your manners."
The soldier was taken aback.
"Why?"
Han Shanyue gazed at the arrogant, untouchable sword light in the sky.
"Because right now, it looks even more grudges-holding than His Majesty."
The soldiers: "···"
Fair point.
They had absolutely no comeback.
And at this very moment.
The New Emperor Sword had completely thrown caution to the wind.
Its black-gold blade light poured across the altar like a river hanging from the heavens, sweeping through everything in its path.
It no longer needed Wang Hao to hold it.
The humanoid weapon spirit stood atop the blade itself, arms crossed, posture brimming with arrogance.
The sword's true body trembled beneath its feet, and with every vibration, it slashed out ten-thousand-zhang sword beams.
The killing ancient corpse attacked first.
The broken spear in its hand was battered, but it was stained with the blood of ancient powerhouses, sharp enough to chill the bone.
With one thrust, a pitch-black rift tore open in the void.
The spear tip made no sound.
Because even sound itself had been stabbed dead.
The New Emperor Sword refused to back down an inch.
"Broken spear?"
"You dare call yourself a weapon in front of me?"
Clang!
The sword's tip crashed against the spear's point.
The metallic impact detonated outward.
A visible shockwave blasted across the ground, reducing rubble for a thousand spans to fine dust.
The killing ancient corpse shuddered and was forced back half a step.
The New Emperor Sword, meanwhile, twirled in the air with a flourish.
"Oh my."
“Pretty tough.”
“Too bad it’s not as tough as my mouth.”
Wang Hao commented from a distance.
“You know you have a big mouth?”
The New Emperor Sword snapped, “Haozi, shut up!”
Wang Hao’s face was expressionless.
“Say that again.”
New Emperor Sword: “Hao——”
Boom!
The physical corpse had already struck.
Its withered fist carried overwhelming bloodlust, smashing toward the spirit of the New Emperor Sword.
That punch, if it had landed on a mountain, could have turned a towering peak ten-thousand-zhang high into dust.
The New Emperor Sword’s spirit sneered.
It did not dodge.
It raised a hand and grasped—its true body materialized as a black-gold longsword into its palm.
“This seat just swallowed a half-transcendent.”
“And was just wondering where to burn off the meal.”
“Perfect timing!”
It swung the sword down.
The blade light interwove black and gold, faintly carrying the eerie laughter left behind by the spiritual corpse.
“Hee hee hee——”
The sword’s hum sounded like a ghost’s laugh.
It was piercing to the ears.
The physical corpse’s fist collided with the sword light.
Boom!
The abyss trembled.
A deep, bone-visible crack split open on the physical corpse’s fist.
Black corpse blood splattered out, and before it could even hit the ground, part of it was absorbed by the New Emperor Sword’s blade.
The New Emperor Sword immediately perked up.
“Delicious!”
“More!”
Wang Hao raised an eyebrow slightly.
He suddenly felt that this sword was a bit dangerous.
Before, it was just a smart mouth.
Now it was getting addicted to eating corpses.
If it evolved a few more times, it might really end up lording over him.
No.
He had to find a chance to lay down the rules.
Like tricking it into the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Tower for some “advanced training” for a few days.
Or arranging a “Great Xia Etiquette Training” for it.
Memorizing the “Monarch and Minister Code” three hundred times a day.
Mm.
Make a note of that.
The New Emperor Sword was in the middle of battling the Three Corpses when its blade suddenly turned cold.
It instinctively looked back.
It caught Wang Hao wearing that very familiar, very dangerous, very devious pensive expression.
The New Emperor Sword immediately bristled.
“Wang Hao!”
“Are you thinking of plotting against this seat again?”
Wang Hao’s face was calm.
“No.”
The New Emperor Sword sneered.
“Bullshit.”
“The moment you wear that look, you’re either plotting against your ministers or plotting against this seat.”
Wang Hao sighed.
“Sword-bitch, your misunderstanding of me runs too deep.”
The New Emperor Sword said, “Then put away the Sealing Artifact Talisman in your hand first!”
Wang Hao glanced down.
Oh.
He had taken it out instinctively just now.
He silently tucked it back into his sleeve.
“Habit.”
The New Emperor Sword shook so hard its sword light rippled.
“Haozi! Don’t push it!”
Wang Hao slammed the ground with his palm.
“You call me Haozi again?”
The New Emperor Sword was about to retort.
The Death Domain Corpse had already appeared silently behind it.
Its black law domain condensed into a rotten great bell, descending overhead as a shroud.
The bell was not physical.
It was made of pure death energy.
Once trapped beneath it, vitality, true essence, and soul would all be corroded to ash bit by bit.
The New Emperor Sword sensed the killing intent from behind and immediately turned to slash.
The sword light cut into the death-qi bell.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle!
The sword light was corroded.
But the death qi was also devoured.
The New Emperor Sword slashed while cursing.
“Ambush?”
“You ancient dead bastards have no shame?”
Wang Hao said sardonically, “Weren’t you the one who ambushed and devoured the spiritual corpse just now?”
The New Emperor Sword answered self-righteously.
“This seat calls that tactics!”
Wang Hao nodded.
“I call ambushes tactics too.”
The New Emperor Sword said, “Yours is called shamelessness.”
Wang Hao said, “Yours is called the sword following its master.”
The New Emperor Sword was silent for a beat.
“Haozi, one of us is dying today.”
Wang Hao sneered.
"I suggest the death sword," the Emperor said.
While the two of them were arguing, the three ancient corpses did not stop fighting.
The Physical Corpse suppressed the enemy from the front.
The Slaughter Corpse thrust in from the flank.
The Death Domain Corpse kept spreading its domain of law.
With the Spiritual Corpse gone, they could no longer form the complete four-corpse killing formation, but the three half-transcendent corpses were still terrifying.
Each of them had once guarded the killing formation during the Battle of the Emperor's Fall.
Even reduced to mangled remnants, their combat instincts remained chillingly sharp.
When the Slaughter Corpse thrust out its broken spear, it could actually predict the New Emperor Sword's blade path in advance.
The Physical Corpse's punches hammered down, strong enough to collapse the void itself.
The Death Domain Corpse was the most vicious — every time its domain spread, it tried to corrupt the power the New Emperor Sword had just devoured.
With the three corpses working together, the New Emperor Sword's initial arrogance was beaten back into something a little more restrained.
Just a little.
It knocked aside the broken spear with one swing, then got punched several hundred zhang away by the Physical Corpse.
The sword slammed into the cliff face, embedding itself in a giant sword-shaped crack.
Wang Hao called out from afar: "Hey, Sword-bitch, you still got it or not?"
The New Emperor Sword shot out of the cliff in a flash, furious beyond words.
"A man can never say he can't!"
Wang Hao said flatly: "You're not a man. You're a sword."
New Emperor Sword: "A sword can't either!"
Wang Hao: "Then that flying posture earlier — pretty elegant, actually."
The New Emperor Sword was livid.
"Wang Hao, just you wait!"
"I'll carve up these three first, then settle this with you alone!"
Wang Hao sneered.
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
"Come on. Whoever chickens out is a coward's grandson."
The Demon Lord's eye twitched at the exchange.
He suddenly felt that the relationship between His Majesty and this sword was more enemy-like than any enemy he'd seen.
But oddly enough, under all this mutual trash-talk, the New Emperor Sword's fighting spirit was heating up.
It was as if Wang Hao's insults had lit a fire under it.
Its sword light began to grow far more violent.
After devouring the Spiritual Corpse, it had not only risen to late-stage Martial God, but also inherited some of that spiritual deviltry.
Its sword hum was no longer just the sound of metal.
It now carried a strange, cackling laugh that stabbed straight into the soul.
"Hee."
A single hum rang out.
The Slaughter Corpse's movements stalled for a split second.
That was all it took.
The New Emperor Sword seized the moment and slashed the broken spear.
Clang!
The spear trembled.
The cracks spread.
The Slaughter Corpse staggered backward.
The New Emperor Sword's eyes lit up.
"So you can be juked too!"
"Then I'm about to have some real fun."
It suddenly split into dozens of sword shadows.
Every single shadow was laughing.
"Hee hee hee."
"Hee hee hee hee."
"Hee hee hee hee hee—"
Yue Ji's scalp crawled.
"That sound..."
Ghost Granny's face twitched.
"Even more disgusting than that Spiritual Corpse from earlier."
Yin Jiuyou nodded gravely.
"Your Majesty, if that sword ever loses control, I suggest we bury it on the spot."
Wang Hao nodded.
"I'm already thinking about the epitaph."
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