Chapter 1068: Chapter 1068: My Sword Has Yet to Slay a God—You Will Be the First!

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Zhuge Wushuang plunged a longsword into Chiyou’s back.

Chiyou was still chewing a human head at the time, and through the intense pain, he swung a palm backward without turning his head.

Zhuge Wushuang, realizing what happened, immediately abandoned the sword, kicked Chiyou fiercely, and leveraged the force to swiftly dodge away, trying to avoid heavy injuries.

However, despite her quick reaction, her speed was ultimately a bit slower compared to Chiyou.

Ao Tian, who had been watching from the side, couldn’t think much.

With the strength of the ten swords, individually against Chiyou head-on, it would lead to serious injury, if not death.

But Ao Tian was different.

The powerful regenerative ability of his Demon Body and his Emperor-level perfect strength gave him considerable leverage.

With a sudden burst of speed, Ao Tian rushed in front of Zhuge Wushuang, using a knife to fiercely slash at Chiyou’s incoming giant palm.

He knew that Zhuge Wushuang was not just one of Yang Yan’s ten swords, but also his woman.

She absolutely could not be allowed to perish.

So, even if it meant taking a risk, he had to forge ahead.

Ao Tian’s strike stopped Chiyou’s palm, even just for a moment, but it still gave Zhuge Wushuang enough time to escape.

However, Ao Tian, who hurriedly substituted Zhuge Wushuang by facing Chiyou’s palm directly, was not so fortunate.

Boom!!!

Ao Tian’s sharp blade directly cut through Chiyou’s giant palm, with the wound deep enough to expose the bone, causing blood to pour.

It was precisely that bone that stopped Ao Tian’s blade.

Afterward, Ao Tian was viciously slammed onto the ground.

Boom!

Dust rose, and the earth shook violently.

Though Ao Tian’s slash was domineering, to Chiyou’s now enormous body, it was merely a small crack.

Only because it was deep enough to expose bone did it cause Chiyou to go wild.

"Die!"

Being slammed to the ground, Ao Tian momentarily lost the ability to resist.

His body was covered with a large amount of Demonic Qi rolling out, seemingly trying to repair his injured body.

Seeing someone fall at his feet, Chiyou naturally lifted his leg, intending to stomp down hard.

Now Ao Tian was at most seriously injured.

But it was predictable, if Chiyou added another stomp, Ao Tian would be nearly dead.

"No!"

Zhuge Wushuang, retreating back, shouted in surprise and rushed back forcefully.

Around her, were the remaining Six Swords still capable of attacking.

The Six Swords had already rushed over at the first sign of Zhuge Wushuang being in danger.

Now, the seven swords line up and charge at Chiyou.

Seeing the seven fierce sword lights were already close at hand.

Because he didn’t want to experience that bone-deep pain again, Chiyou had to retract the foot that was ready to stomp on Ao Tian.

Roar!

With a furious howl, he swung an axe and sent two people flying.

Then, with a slap of his left hand, he sent three more people flying.

The remaining two were Zhuge Wushuang and Red Dust.

Alone, the two stood facing the giant-like Chiyou, resolutely raising the swords in their hands.

Even though they knew the strength gap between them was too wide, neither had the slightest intention of retreating.

Because they knew if they retreated, it might be Ao Tian who died.

Among the Eight Swords of the ten, either unconscious or supporting their injured bodies on the ground.

Don’t even mention counterattacking.

They didn’t even have the ability to stand up.

The last remaining member of the Hidden Clan, upon seeing the ten swords defeated in an instant, let out a bitter laugh.

He turned his head towards the entrance of Buzhou Space, and flew towards it.

Calling out:

"Sorry everyone, Buzhou Space can’t be defended anymore! I can only preserve my useful body!"

In essence, he planned to flee.

Zhuge Wushuang and Red Dust, standing in the void, looked displeased but did not stop him.

Because they knew even if he stayed, he would be nothing but a pawn.

"Come in whenever you want, leave whenever you want? I said, everyone here today will die!"

Chiyou shifted his gaze to the little ants in his sight, raising a giant palm, transforming a pure black Demonic Qi into a regular-sized longsword, striking directly.

"Ah!"

The man who had just reached the entrance was caught off guard and had his legs sliced off.

Losing his legs, he fell to the ground with a thud, no longer able to move.

Had it not been for a cultivator’s life force being far stronger than an ordinary person’s, this man would have died after one sword!

However, the Demon Sword disappeared after slicing his legs off, but the Demonic Qi left in his wound continued to torment him.

Strands of Demonic Qi fervently drilled into his wound, constantly gnawing at his flesh and soul.

"Ah!!!"

A miserable wail came from afar.

Ao Tian, beneath Zhuge Wushuang and Red Dust, finally had some movement.

The white robe Ao Tian originally wore was now dyed red.

He struggled to support himself with his hands, laboriously standing up, his right hand still trembling slightly.

But as Ao Tian extended a hand, the distant black curved knife immediately flew into his hand.

Chiyou ignored Zhuge Wushuang and Red Dust in front of him, instead looking with interest at the severely wounded Ao Tian on the ground.

"If you didn’t have this Demon Body, how would you be able to stand now?"

Ao Tian looked at Chiyou, suddenly smiling, his pale lips oozing blood, speaking hoarsely:

"Because I am your dad, so I stood up."

Chiyou did not get angry at this, instead chuckled coldly:

"The weak always love to show off with words."

This made Ao Tian choke.

This ancient old monster could still say such intelligent words, what could he say?

Inferior skill was the truth!

"Really? What you said seems to make some sense?"

At this moment, a cold, ruthless voice suddenly came from behind them.

Chiyou was initially puzzled, then raised his head and his expression darkened.

From afar, the man who had lost his legs and was unable to avoid the torment of Demonic Qi, suddenly sensed something.

Beads of sweat seeped from his head, and clenching his teeth, he forcefully raised his head to look.

A black windbreaker stained with blood hung on Yang Yan’s body, several torn holes very conspicuous.

An ordinary sword, its blade without even a reflection.

In appearance, it was even worse than the swords held by ordinary people.

Shaggy shoulder-length hair, disheveled, yet paired with that sharp, handsome face, creating a unique beauty.

"My sword has yet to slay a god. You will be the first."

The man with the black windbreaker and disheveled hair was Yang Yan!

"Haha! Kid, you finally woke up."

Ao Tian’s knife tip embedded in the ground, barely supporting his body, he turned to Yang Yan with a wry smile and spoke with difficulty.

Yang Yan frowned tightly, commanding with a deep voice:

"Wushuang, Red Dust, take care of the others."