Chapter 10

Shi Xingwang sneered, his long sword slicing through the air with a sharp whistle, clashing with Song Ting's Spirit Copper Eight-Faced Sword.

The two swords met, producing a metallic clang that shook the surrounding leaves to a rustling fall.

A hint of surprise flashed in Song Ting's eyes; he hadn't expected Shi Xingwang's sword to be so formidable, capable of matching his own!

It was clearly a spiritual weapon as well!

The two figures crossed, moving as fast as lightning, their sword lights flickering, leaving onlookers dazzled.

With his powerful divine sense, Song Ting perceived Shi Xingwang's movements as slow, able to predict them in advance.

"Song Ting, he actually cultivated a sword beam!"

"Fortunately, my cultivation is a bit higher, or I might have met my end here!"

Shi Xingwang's heart shuddered repeatedly. The growth of a sword cultivator was divided into cultivating a sword beam, using sword qi, comprehending sword intent, understanding sword melody, and finally becoming a sword immortal.

Each step was a dragon gate, each more difficult than ascending to the heavens!

He didn't know that Song Ting had practiced the Ninth Rank Fierce Wind Sword Technique, not the Fourth Rank of the sect, which could condense a sword beam!

After blocking a sword, Song Ting retreated, his heart slightly shocked: "This fellow's cultivation is several levels higher than mine!"

He was now at the Fourth Level of Qi Cultivation, while the spiritual power Shi Xingwang emitted was at least at the Seventh Level of Qi Cultivation!

Suddenly, Shi Xingwang let out a loud cry, his long sword flying out of his hand, aiming straight for Song Ting's throat!

This sword was as fast as lightning, the sword light flashing with a cold gleam, leaving no place to hide.

Song Ting's face changed, narrowly avoiding the sword.

But then Shi Xingwang's figure approached again, a palm striking toward his chest!

Just as Shi Xingwang was about to shatter Song Ting's chest with a palm, Song Ting swiftly sidestepped, his Spirit Copper Eight-Faced Sword thrusting out!

This sword was simple but carried an overwhelmingly powerful sword beam, aiming straight for Shi Xingwang's heart!

A hint of fear flashed in Shi Xingwang's eyes as he tried to retreat, but it was too late.

The Spirit Copper Eight-Faced Sword pierced his heart, a powerful storm instantly erupting from the blade, shredding his heart to pieces!

It was the Fierce Wind Sword Technique!

Blood splattered, Shi Xingwang's chest bursting open in the air, flesh and bones flying out.

Song Ting's divine sense was much stronger than Shi Xingwang's, making him always feel that he could hit his target when using lethal moves.

"You, this can't be!" Shi Xingwang clutched his empty heart cavity, staggering and falling in a pool of blood, dead.

Why was Song Ting's movement so ghostly, and his moves so precise?

This was Shi Xingwang's last thought before he died.

He never knew that he was facing a Qi Cultivation practitioner with a Foundation Establishment divine sense.

Song Ting tightly gripped the Spirit Copper Eight-Faced Sword, looking coldly at Shi Xingwang's corpse, feeling no pity.

"Didn't expect you to have no protective gear, I was planning to mock you a bit."

"Pity."

"Oh, right, when you see Wang Xiaowen down there, tell him to come home."

After searching the corpse, he only found an inner disciple's storage bag.

He didn't dare open the storage bag, fearing the sect would find out Shi Xingwang was killed by him.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

Several wild dogs, drawn by the scent of blood, approached with hungry, green eyes.

"To think of chopping me up to feed the dogs, you got what you deserved."

Song Ting sneered, kicking the corpse toward the dogs, letting them devour it.

He hung the storage bag around the dog's neck.

Watching the dogs feed, Song Ting didn't feel nauseous; it even felt a bit cathartic.

"Maybe I am a bit twisted." Song Ting smiled contemptuously.

He never wanted to be a saint, a good person, or a hero.

He wanted freedom, the kind of freedom to do whatever he wanted, unrestrained by anything.

"System, do you think I'm evil?"

[Host, I don't understand these things, but no matter what, I will follow you to the end.]

Song Ting felt a warmth in his heart. If the system