I Only Stomp on Weaklings

"What the hell is this thing?"

Ruan Caixiong felt the golden flame burning through an indescribable connection, igniting the Gang Yuan within his body.

Not good!

Instinctively, he mobilized his Gang Yuan, trying to expel this strange flame from his body.

Boom!

As the Gang Yuan surged, it was like pouring oil on fire, and the golden flame suddenly burst into flame, burning towards his Dantian Qi Sea along the meridians.

At this moment, he seemed like a man on fire, spewing golden flames from his pores, burning three feet high above his head.

"This—"

Chen Ming didn’t expect this single wisp of golden flame to be so terrifying. A First Grade expert, once touched, was like a barrel of oil getting ignited, burning fiercer and fiercer.

Judging by this momentum, Ruan Caixiong was probably going to be burned alive.

"What kind of flame is this? Such power?"

He was dumbfounded.

Initially, he couldn’t control the golden flame within the "Mingfeng Sword," at most using only a trace of its power, not its essence.

It wasn’t until he advanced the "Artifact Control Technique" to the ninth layer that he could manipulate all the power in the "Mingfeng Sword," naturally including the golden flame within the sword.

He merely separated a wisp from it, less than one percent of that golden flame.

Unexpectedly, its power was far beyond his imagination.

Chen Ming thought to himself, it’s not surprising that this golden flame could suppress the Primordial Spirit of the Undying Demon Venerable, given its power.

...

On the other side, Luo Zhouwu, who had been adjusting his breath to expel the demonic Qi from his body, suddenly opened his eyes, and upon seeing Ruan Caixiong’s misery, his eyes twitched.

"Is that—"

"Could it be the legendary... Chongming Golden Flame?"

He had read in an ancient text that in ancient times, there existed a spirit flame called "Chongming Golden Flame," reportedly originating from the "Chongming Secret Realm," a golden flame that specifically burns the Primordial Spirit of martial artists.

Such a spirit flame wasn’t much of a threat to ordinary people and lower-level martial artists, but for those above the First Grade, encountering this "Chongming Golden Flame" would result in their Gang Yuan and Primordial Spirit being completely burned. Extremely terrifying.

Ruan Caixiong’s current state matched the description in that text perfectly.

However, the "Chongming Secret Realm" was destroyed in an ancient war, and this kind of spirit flame had been lost for tens of thousands of years. Where on earth did this kid get it?

...

Beside Chen Ming, Zhou Yilan, who had fainted not long ago, was awakened by Ruan Caixiong’s screams. Opening her eyes and seeing his miserable state, her eyes displayed extremely complex emotions.

The love-hate entanglement within, she probably couldn’t even distinguish it herself.

"Ah—"

Ruan Caixiong felt the burning pain of his soul, and he could no longer bear it. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the "Zhichi Demon Sword" beside him.

"Demon Venerable, grant me strength!"

He shouted angrily as a green light shone, spreading along his arm, gradually extinguishing the golden flames on his body.

First, his arm, then half of his body, and finally completely extinguished.

Miraculously, the golden flames hadn’t burned away his clothes, nor had they singed his hair or eyebrows.

With the Demon Sword in his hand, Ruan Caixiong’s eyes were blood-red, revealing intense hatred, "You deserve to die!"

For self-protection, he had to borrow the power of the Demon Sword, thus leaving the brand of the Demon Sword for the rest of his life, becoming forever its Sword Slave.

Henceforth, his Martial Path was forever severed.

Even if he broke through to the Divine Treasure Realm or Celestial Human Realm with the help of the Demon Sword in the future, he would never escape its control and would never be free for his entire life.

Thinking of this, he felt a burning anger, wanting to tear Gu Xianyu, who had caused his downfall, into pieces.

Boom—

Ruan Caixiong’s lost Gang Yuan instantly recovered, even stronger than his peak form. With the assistance of the Demon Sword, his cultivation rose to the Peak of First Grade.

"Die for me!"

He targeted Gu Xianyu again, slashing with the Demon Sword in his hand.

A Sword Gang crossed the space, appearing out of nowhere in front of Chen Ming.

Fortunately, he was prepared in advance. The "Phoenix Dance of Nine Heavens" was executed to its extreme, narrowly avoiding this strike in an impossible maneuver.

He cursed in his heart, "Damn it, this is cheating!"

This was too outrageous.

Ruan Caixiong’s eyes narrowed slightly; this kid’s body technique was so strange that he could even dodge the Zhichi Demon Sword. Unbelievable.

He shouted angrily, "I’ll see how many strikes you can dodge."

He swiftly executed several sword strikes, sealing off all escape routes for his opponent.

But that boy was able to dodge those Sword Gangs one by one, as if he could teleport, at the very last moment.

Chen Ming shouted at the top of his lungs, "Elder Luo, if you don’t step in, I’m going to die, and if I die, he won’t let you go either—"

In the middle of a single sentence, he had already dodged over a dozen times.

Not good!

He felt a massive depletion of his Gang Yuan within, nearing exhaustion.

The "Phoenix Dance of Nine Heavens" at Ninth Layer Perfection was incredibly fast, but its consumption of Gang Yuan was astonishingly high.

If he continued to take such a passive beating, he wouldn’t be able to dodge many more strikes.

Damn it, if pushed too far, I’ll release the Undying Demon Venerable and see who dies first!

Chen Ming made up his mind fiercely.

"Kid, what are you panicking for, catch this!"

Suddenly, Luo Zhouwu’s voice rang in his ear. Wondering what the guy wanted him to catch, he felt an immensely powerful force being channeled into him from the ground under his feet.

"Holy crap!"

This was the power of a First Grade expert!

Luo Zhouwu was actually channeling his own power into him through the ground.

"Is this even possible?"

Chen Ming didn’t have time to think carefully; with the support of Gang Yuan, he pushed the "Phoenix Dance of Nine Heavens" to its limit.

"Now it’s my turn!"

He shouted inwardly.

For a moment, he felt the air resistance disappear, and with one swift motion, he was behind Ruan Caixiong.

Ruan Caixiong’s blade-wielding action seemed extremely slow, like in slow motion.

Chen Ming swung his sword towards Ruan Caixiong’s neck, and before absolute speed, even the gap in cultivation was leveled.

Just as the blade was about to hit his neck, the "Zhichi Demon Sword" in his opponent’s hand flashed a green light.

With a loud clang.

Chen Ming was already sent flying by a Sword Gang, crashing through a wall ten yards away. He stood up coughing, holding two swords in his hands, his right hand trembling non-stop, the web of his thumb cracked and bleeding.

"I had already guarded against this move."

Yet Ruan Caixiong’s body seemed frozen, still standing there, his intact head rolling to the ground as a large amount of blood sprayed out.

Chen Ming had seen how Luo Zhouwu was injured, and naturally guarded against this move. He used the "Mingfeng Sword" in his right hand to block the deadly strike when the Sword Gang came.

At the moment he was struck out, he used the "Breaking Army Sword" in his left hand to chop off Ruan Caixiong’s head.

"Don’t be careless!"

Suddenly, Luo Zhouwu’s voice rang out.

Chen Ming’s heart alarmed suddenly, without thinking, he activated the "Phoenix Dance of Nine Heavens" and vanished from the spot. Almost in an instant, a Sword Gang slashed where he had been standing.

Only to see Ruan Caixiong’s headless body move again, the sword strike just now was precisely slashed by him.

"Still not dead?"

Chen Ming was dumbfounded, is First Grade cultivator’s vitality that tenacious?

Luo Zhouwu reminded, "Be careful, the one controlling this body now is that Demon Sword."

Is this possible?

Chen Ming felt somewhat frightened in his heart, if this doesn’t die, how to fight?

As he was thinking, his chest ached, already receiving a sword stab.

He hadn’t even seen how the other party delivered the strike.

It’s over!

Chen Ming felt a chill in his heart; under the control of the Demon Sword, Ruan Caixiong’s power was not only elevated by a level, it was practically beyond comprehension.

"Then we’ll die together!"

Without hesitation, he released the golden flame and the Primordial Spirit of Immortal Demon Venerable from the "Mingfeng Sword."

Once the purple Primordial Spirit appeared, it immediately broke free from the suppression of the golden flame, hovered in the air, and suddenly froze.

"Immortal Demon Venerable?"

Luo Zhouwu saw this scene, his eyes nearly bulged out, exclaiming involuntarily. Nearly unstable in his Dao heart, he couldn’t imagine why Immortal Demon Venerable’s Primordial Spirit would emerge from that kid’s sword.

The Demon Sword from the Nine Nether Sect is frightening to be sure, but as long as one does not harbor greedy thoughts or touch it, nothing happens.

Immortal Demon Venerable’s Primordial Spirit is different; it actively seeks to possess others.

In this situation, how can one resist it?

Now it’s really over!

Luo Zhouwu’s heart went cold halfway; he was but a mere First Grade, unexpectedly encountering both a Demon Sword and Immortal Demon Venerable, two of the world’s top demon heads at once.

What kind of ghostly encounter is this?

...

Upon the emergence of Immortal Demon Venerable’s Primordial Spirit, Ruan Caixiong’s headless corpse also paused, and the Demon Sword buzzed and vibrated.

At this moment, Immortal Demon Venerable seemed to notice something strange, originally flying upward intending to escape the peculiar flame and even stranger Divine Weapon.

Suddenly it braked, hovered in the air briefly, and abruptly changed direction, darting towards Chen Ming.

"Coming again?"

Chen Ming nearly cursed, there were three First Grade experts nearby, yet it chose to come for him; what rationale is this?

Unfortunately, he had just been slashed by the Zhichi Demon Sword, suffering serious injury; there was no way to dodge.

"Want to possess me? No way!"

Without thinking, he opened his mouth, swallowing the golden flame into his belly.

Come on then!

Chen Ming glared angrily at the purple Primordial Spirit.

Swish!

Unexpectedly, the Demon Sword flew over first, a stab into his shoulder.

[You have slain an enemy of LV95, gaining 2.5 million experience points.]

A message appeared before him.

At the same time, he felt a cold aura invade his body, making him involuntarily shiver.

The purple light orb that had been hesitating didn’t wait any longer, it pounced at him.

...

"This—"

Not far away, Luo Zhouwu watched the scene before him, utterly stupefied.

The Demon Sword and Immortal Demon Venerable’s Primordial Spirit coincidentally chose that kid.

"I, a dignified First Grade—"

Of course, this thought flashed by in an instant.

He watched the golden flame spurt from the boy’s seven orifices, the Zhichi Sword embedded in his shoulder gleaming bright cyan, with a purple light above his head soaring over a yard high.

Clearly, the three forces were continuously battling.

Luo Zhouwu felt his scalp tingle, truly, too miserable!