Everyone knew that Ninth’s sword would need to taste blood. Thus, this battle would end with someone dead.

They didn’t know whether Shi Yingxue was hiding from Ninth or just buying time to recuperate.

“Today.” Ninth ignored the demon king’s suggestion. Though there was no hint of emotion in his voice, he clearly left no room for negotiation.

He was the embodiment of the sword - always ready to pierce someone’s heart. Thus, it was difficult to refuse...