103: Demon Sword Apophis

As soon as the box was opened, an evil aura instantly diffused, accompanied by rising dark purple flames. It scared the Second Prince so much that he dropped the box in his arms onto the ground.

The moment the box hit the ground, it vanished instantly, leaving behind nothing but a blinding light.

A moment later, a massive longsword, as tall as a person, appeared after the light faded. It stood quietly on the stage, its blade constantly burning with dark purple flames.

The Second Prince looked at the Greatsword before him with excitement. This design was simply too cool, wasn't it?

He couldn't wait to step forward and reach out to grab the hilt.

In the next instant, countless tiny tentacles suddenly appeared on the blade of the Greatsword, wrapping directly around the Second Prince's right hand. In the center of the wide blade, an evil eye suddenly snapped open, scanning the crowd below with a look full of greed.

Immediately after, dark purple flames soared into the sky, completely enveloping the Second Prince and causing him to let out a painful wail.

“Second Prince!” Elder Shen, behind the stage, cried out in alarm and quickly leaped onto the stage, wanting to pull the Second Prince away.

But just as he approached, the Second Prince suddenly raised the sword, and a massive wave of Sword Qi swept toward Elder Shen.

Elder Shen felt boundless pain and hatred within the oncoming Sword Qi and quickly mobilized all his spiritual power for defense.

The Sword Qi struck Elder Shen's spiritual power shield directly, piercing through it and slashing into his body.

Elder Shen spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed below the stage.

The crowd looked at the Second Prince in shock. The tentacles on the sword had already spread to his elbow and were slowly crawling further up.

Meanwhile, the Second Prince was wearing a crazed smile, his body emitting a boundless Devilish Qi.

Elder Shen, on the ground, coughed heavily and said, “Impossible! The Second Prince is only at the Early Stage of the Golden Core; how could a single sword strike wound me, a Peak Nascent Soul!”

But at this moment, no one cared about his words, because the Second Prince had already jumped off the stage and begun attacking all the big shots indiscriminately.

After tasting blood, the eye on the Greatsword opened even wider, its eyeball spinning frantically as it watched the people around it.

Spiritual Void Master stepped forward, and his Soul Transformation Stage pressure immediately enveloped the Second Prince.

However, the current Second Prince didn't care about the pressure at all. He still moved freely under the pressure of a Soul Transformation expert, swinging the Greatsword as Sword Qi flew everywhere.

“Attack together!” Spiritual Void Master shouted, throwing a punch directly toward the Second Prince's wrist.

Several big shots nearby all stood up, using their spiritual power to suppress the Second Prince from various angles.

Lin Chuan looked at the familiar appearance of the Greatsword and recognized it at a glance. Wasn't this the Demon Sword Apophis?

Under the control of the Demon Sword, the Second Prince was actually using Golden Core power to contend with several Soul Transformation big shots without being at a disadvantage.

“He's being controlled by the Demon Sword! Separate him from it first!” Lin Chuan shouted directly.

He didn't send out Number 28. If Number 28 acted, he wouldn't be able to control his strength; if he accidentally killed the Second Prince, it would be a huge problem.

Elder Shen, spitting blood on the ground, saw many powerful figures rising to attack the Second Prince. He forced himself to crawl up and stood in front of the Second Prince, saying, “Please, everyone, show mercy!”

Blue Fist Dehai took off his cassock and threw it forward, enveloping Elder Shen and pulling him to his side.

It turned out that just as Elder Shen's back was turned to the Second Prince, the prince had raised the sword to stab him through the heart. If Great Master Dehai hadn't reacted quickly, Elder Shen would be dead by now.

“Old man, the Second Prince is currently controlled by the Demon Sword. He's like a Puppet, devoid of emotion. Stop getting in the way!” Lin Chuan said.

Hearing this, Elder Shen asked angrily, “Kid! How can there be such a demonic weapon among your so-called prizes? What exactly are your intentions?!”

As soon as these words were spoken, many big shots from various factions who hadn't acted yet also looked at Lin Chuan with suspicious eyes. Indeed, such a demonic weapon that could control the user's body and turn them into a machine that only knew slaughter was certainly suspicious.

“You don't know anything. It's true this is a Demon Sword, but you saw it yourself—holding it, a Golden Core can fight multiple Soul Transformation experts, and you, a Nascent Soul, couldn't even withstand one strike. It's just that the Second Prince's current cultivation and will are too weak to suppress the Demon Sword,” Lin Chuan said.

Anxious to save the prince, Elder Shen didn't bother arguing with Lin Chuan. After taking off his black robe, he revealed a thin but muscular upper body. His fists glowed with blue light, his body swayed, and he plunged back into the fray.

His speed was extremely fast. With a low-profile dash, he reached the front line of the battle. First, he dodged a sword slash from the Second Prince with a slight retreat, then immediately dashed forward again, sending the Second Prince into the air with an uppercut.

Then he punched rapidly, those blue fists hitting the Second Prince like raindrops.

The surrounding big shots were afraid of hurting the Second Prince and hadn't dared to strike, but seeing Elder Shen fighting so vigorously—even starting to let out strange cries of 'Ora Ora'—they all stopped their attacks and watched.

Lin Chuan also watched from the side, thinking to himself, “It seems this Elder Shen took the Blue Fist Class Advancement in the Secret Realm, and his proficiency isn't low. He even adapted to this fighting style so well after coming back. Look at that poor kid; his face has been beaten out of shape in such a short time.”

“Hey! Old man, don't just keep hitting his face! You must have thrown over a hundred punches by now! Hit the hand holding the sword! Once the Demon Sword is out of his hand, he'll be fine!” Lin Chuan could only shout.

Hearing the shout, Elder Shen immediately adjusted his target and punched the Second Prince's right arm repeatedly.

With every punch, some tentacles retracted back into the Demon Sword.

“It really has to be one of their own; he's truly ruthless!” Spiritual Void Master remarked.

“Did you count? How many punches has that been?” Yi Jianwu asked.

“Uh, probably over 500 punches. Although the damage of each punch isn't high, when they stack up, a normal person wouldn't be able to take it,” Jian Wenxuan said.

Blue Fist Dehai said, “Speaking of which, isn't this fist technique a bit too overbearing? Since this child was knocked into the air by that first punch and lost his balance, he hasn't hit the ground after hundreds of punches, has he?”

The crowd thought about it and realized it was true. This fist technique really was something.

With Elder Shen's continuous striking, the Second Prince's right arm had already become deformed, and all those tentacles had retracted. With one last punch, the Demon Sword flew out of his hand and landed with a 'thud,' standing vertically on the stage with a third of the blade buried in the stone.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. According to what Lin Chuan said, the person was now saved.

But for some reason, Elder Shen didn't stop. He was still letting out strange 'Ora Ora' cries and punching continuously.

“Old man, are you planning to turn him into minced beef meatballs? The Demon Sword is out of his hand, stop hitting him!” Lin Chuan shouted again quickly.