Bullhorn City.

One of the three cities on the Central Spirit frontline.

This city is currently defended by Ning Fengchen, the Peak Master of Eternal Peak from Sword Sect.

Like Gu Qiu, upon receiving the news, Ning Fengchen swiftly made the same decision: retreat the city and have the Sword Sect cultivators guard the rear.

Among the seven Peak Masters of Sword Sect, the strongest is undoubtedly Xie Qingyun, the Sword Immortal of Qingyun Peak.

Ranked second is Yu Canghai, the Master of Canghai Peak.

Following them are Ning Fengchen and Xue Wujian.

Moreover, Ning Fengchen excels in the Sword Technique of Slaughter.

Sword Cultivators are known for their killing prowess, and within such a group of cultivators, being renowned for slaughter signifies their unparalleled ferocity.

At least superficially, Bullhorn City seems to be the most challenging of the cities.

Thus, this city is attacked by the Demon Lord Dongqi himself leading the army.

Dongqi Demon Lord has combat power of a High Ranking Demon Venerable, and in the Heart Demon tribe, his status and strength are just below the two top-tier Demon Lords, Soul Venerable and Yu Venerable.

Below those two, he stands above ten thousand, his power unimaginable.

"Sword Sect with merely over seven hundred people to block a million-strong army seems foolish, but they're not fools."

"Among the six major cultivation systems of the Human Race, Sword Cultivators are number one in battle, number one in onset."

"They are born for battle."

"If we don't first deal with them and bypass Bullhorn City to pursue the retreating Human Cultivators, our formation will be forcibly pierced by them."

"So, we have no choice; we must first annihilate them, resolve any future issues, and then continue pursuing the retreating Human Cultivators."

Compared to Taixuan Demon Lord attacking Tigerhead City, Dongqi Demon Lord is calmer and sees more.

If it were any other cultivators instead of Sword Sect ones, with only seven hundred people, he wouldn't give them a second thought, nor could they possibly affect the pursuit pace of the Demon Race army.

"Moreover, once surrounded by our army, almost no cultivator has hope of surviving.

Holding the rear is essentially a death sentence."

"But if anyone might have a sliver of chance in such circumstances, it would be the Sword Cultivators."

For no other reason than their unmatched onset capability and explosive power.

Facing the encirclement of the Demon Race army, breaking through requires exactly that bursting power.

Because if one cannot charge out of the encirclement in one go, facing the Demon Race's endless assaults, even a True Dragon would be worn down and killed.

Being able to block the most Demon Race members with the fewest people, yet still having hope of escaping...

Aside from the great principle of "The big ship carries heavy load, the swift horse runs far," the decision by the three Sword Sect Peak Masters to have their sect's cultivators guard the rear was simply the best answer!

"Nice idea..."

"Today, let me use the blood of your Sword Sect cultivators to raise the battle flag!"

Dongqi Demon Lord's eyes revealed a fierce light as he issued his command.

In the next moment, a team of over twenty Demonic Cultivators received the order and struck violently.

These over twenty Demonic Cultivators came from the same demon tribe, their bodies towering over a hundred feet tall, large as mountain peaks.

They outwardly resembled lions, with prominent dark green poison stingers on their backs, ready to pierce the sky.

More terrifying is that these demonic cultivators are of the Ninth Grade Realm, though their strength hasn't reached the level of a Demon Lord, they are absolutely powerful.

The number of Eighth Realm Cultivators amongst the Human Race is scarce, and those in the Ninth Realm are even fewer, each a top-tier power in their region, or a pillar of their sect.

Only the Demon Race can organize a small team of over twenty Ninth Grade powerhouses on the battlefield.

Even the Great Xia cannot achieve this.

They belong to the Bosacrifice Demon Clan.

Even though Bosacrifice Demon Lord has only a Seventh Grade bloodline, their Bloodline Divine Ability is particularly suited for warfare, leading the Heart Demon tribe to invest massive resources in nurturing them, helping them break through bloodline shackle and ascend to the Ninth Grade.

A thousand days of raising soldiers, one day of using soldiers.

Unlike Taixuan Demon Lord leading the Xuanlin Demon Tribe to head on the charge and withstand the Sword Cultivators' assault, Dongqi Demon Lord chose to fight fire with fire, attack against attack, deploying his long-prepared massive weaponry directly.

In the next moment, these more than twenty Demonic Cultivators from the Bosacrifice Demon Clan had their bone stingers suddenly fly, shooting out, unleashing an incomparable powerful offensive.

Nearly ten thousand stingers from the Demon Race howled and danced wildly in the void, such a scene extremely rare.

Under the dusky sky, only the sharp whistling can be heard, the stingers flashing with a dim green light, brightening the sky.

Even standing as a Demon Lord, facing such an attack, would feel extremely thorny.

Ning Fengchen did not find it thorny.

But behind him, the Sword Sect cultivators are not as strong, dealing with this offensive is still somewhat troublesome.

"Then, let me block them all." Ning Fengchen murmured softly.

As he looked at the sky-filled bone stingers tearing through space, Ning Fengchen cast out his flying sword.

It was a flying sword shimmering with radiance, its sharp narrow blade seemingly born to kill, effortlessly slicing through space like an arrow, breaking through the sky, whistling out.

Whether it was due to its speed or some mysterious swordsmanship, this flying sword merely flashed brightly in the instant it flew out, then vanished without a trace.

As if it was swallowed by the void.

But the space timely transmitted a ripping sound.

Just like a blank sheet of paper being slashed into countless fragments by a knife.

The aura within this realm was shattered along with the sharpness of the invisible yet undeniably present flying sword.

A myriad of bone spikes, like a spear army, shot through this torn heaven and earth in a flash.

Their smooth and harmonious trajectory suddenly deviated.

There seemed to be an indescribably powerful pressure in the heavens and earth, forcing them.

They began to tremble, emitting a buzzing sharp sound.

As they continued forward, the buzzing sound became more urgent.

Puff!

Finally, after reaching a certain distance, a puff sound was heard.

An eerie green bone spike was shattered into powder.

Like a domino effect has been triggered.

Puff, puff, puff sounds resonated consecutively, one bone spike after another turned into powder, scattering in the sky.

In the end, all these bone spikes were shattered, not a single one reached the Sword Sect cultivators.

How can one sword block a myriad of spears?

Ning Fengchen gave the answer.

He didn't use his sword to block; he used his sword to slice open this realm, then let the Element Qi tremor and disarray, letting heaven and earth do the blocking.

Ning Fengchen remained standing at the forefront of the Sword Sect cultivators, unmoving.

His brows were calm and smooth, without a trace of lifting even for a moment.

It seemed that to him, this sword strike was just as ordinary as lifting a hand.

Ning Fengchen looked forward with still eyes.

In his sight, within the Demon Race camp, among the powerful squad of over twenty Ninth Grade Demon Cultivators, the strongest leader was looking down at his own chest and abdomen.

His name was Yuan'er, the strongest of the Bosacrifice Demon Clan, whose power had already infinitely approached that of a low-ranking Demon Venerable.

With the benefit of his Bloodline Divine Ability, he aimed to establish astounding battle merits on the battlefield, then exchange them for resources to advance in one leap to the rank of a low-ranking Demon Venerable.

Becoming the first Demon Venerable in the history of the Bosacrifice Demon Clan.

This was his ambition.

But at this moment, Yuan'er, after making a single move, did nothing else but looked down at his chest and abdomen.

Because a very deep bloody mouth had appeared there.

A sword wound.

His visceral organs had become fragments, squeezing out from that bloody mouth.

His vitality was slowly slipping away.

"Where did this sword come from?" Yuan'er thought.

The next moment, as if impatient with the slow speed of his vanishing vitality, an unknown Sword Intent emerged and directly exploded within Yuan'er's physical body.

Boom!

With a size of a hundred feet, Yuan'er's physical body, vast the size of a mountain peak, burst open fiercely.

Dismembered fragments and blood splattered everywhere, creating a gruesome scene.

Meanwhile, a radiance descended from the sky towards Ning Fengchen.

It was a long sword.

Ning Fengchen had just sent the long sword to return, falling back into his hand.

This is a sharp and magnificent long sword, yet very common and mundane, as it's the common characteristic of all long swords.

But at this moment, this commonplace long sword seemed to have magic, capturing all the gazes of the demonic cultivators, including those of the Dongqi Demon Lord.

One sword, breaking a myriad of spears, slaying a Ninth Grade Demon Cultivator.

"The killing sword of Peak Master Ning is truly the most meticulous and magnificent art in the world, vehemently stirring," Jian Huang, one of the few powerful sword cultivators behind Ning Fengchen, couldn't help but praise.

A killing sword as magnificent as Ning Fengchen's is indeed rare to see across the world.

Ning Fengchen shook his head, softly saying, "A killing sword, grand and flamboyant.

But slaying demons is unrelated to generosity."

He raised his wrist, lifting the sword edge.

Deep within his eyes seemed to be flames burning.

He said, "Injustice within the heart can be dispelled by wine, but injustice in the world can only be dispelled by the sword."

His life-bound sword is named:

"A Pot of Wine."

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the Fengchen.