Xain’s sword, which came from the Overworld, was forged using state-of-the-art swordsmithing techniques. As such, it possessed enormous power. Even Herculeans could not snap the sword in half.
Now, however, it was devoured by the terrifying Demonic Energy.
A chill ran down Xain’s spine. Although he was uninjured, the black lotus’ Demonic Energy was simply too malevolent. If contaminated, he would not leave this place unscathed.
“What sorcery is this, James? How dare you cultivate a demon’s cultivation method as a human? You’re a disgrace to all of humanity.”
Xain said coldly.
James looked at him.
Even though his sword was gone, he was unscathed. This meant that he was much stronger than James had initially anticipated. Thus, there was no guarantee that James could annihilate him. Besides, there were many others in the Overworld whose strength was comparable to Xain’s. Should he be killed, many in the Overworld might be displeased.
After brief contemplation, James suppressed his aura and said with a smile, “As expected of a martial artist from the Overworld… I’m thoroughly impressed. Let bygones be bygones, shall we? I didn’t come to Mount Bane to take anyone’s life. Rather, I came for the sake of the earthlings.”
Hearing this, Xain breathed a sigh of relief.
Fearful of James’ strength, he was worried that he would go all-out.
“For the earthlings…?”
He looked at James puzzledly.
James said, “Not here… Should we talk elsewhere?”
“Please.”
Xain beckoned James to follow him.
Meanwhile, Samarth, who was comparable to Xain in strength, remained silent.
At the peak of Mount Bane…
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