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Di Jun descended step by step from the clouds.

With each step he took, the temperature around him dropped several degrees. It wasn't cold, it was eeriness. The wails of countless wronged souls swirled around him, making him look less like a celestial emperor and more like a demon king crawling out of hell.

The sword in his hand was entirely black, with countless distorted human faces faintly visible on its blade. Those faces were crying, screaming, and cursing.

"Lin Xuan!"

Di Jun's voice was hoarse and grating, "Don't you feel sorry for the human race? Don't you call yourself the saintly father of humanity? Then look at this sword! It was forged with the souls of tens of thousands of your 'children'!"

Lin Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He could feel the karma and resentment emanating from that sword. It was real. It represented tens of thousands of living lives!

"Di Jun, you deserve to die." Lin Xuan's voice was very soft, but the killing intent made the surrounding air freeze.

"Death?" Di Jun laughed wildly, "With this sword, only your witch clan will die! This sword is specifically designed to destroy the physical bodies of ancestral witches! Let's see what you can use to block it!"

After saying that, Di Jun suddenly swung his sword.

A jet-black sword aura ripped through the sky, heading straight for Zhu Rong, who was charging at the forefront.

Zhu Rong was engrossed in the fight, and upon seeing the sword energy, he didn't dodge but instead used his hand to block it. "A broken sword? It can't possibly hurt your grandfather Zhu Rong!"

"Fifth Brother, be careful!" Lin Xuan shouted.

But it's too late.

"laugh!"

The jet-black sword energy sliced ​​through Zhu Rong's arm, which was comparable to a primordial spiritual treasure, without any resistance. Blood gushed out, the wound instantly turned black, and thick black smoke billowed out.

"Ah!" Zhu Rong cried out in pain, staggering back several steps. He was horrified to discover that his wounds were not healing, and the resentment was frantically eroding his flesh.

"Hahahaha! Did you see that? This is the Witch-Slaying Sword!" Di Jun's face contorted with excitement. "Even the true form of a Ancestral Witch is nothing but tofu before this sword! Lin Xuan, let's see how arrogant you can be now!"

The demon race's morale, which had been on the verge of collapse, was instantly reignited upon seeing this scene.

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

"Slaughter the entire witch clan!"

Dijiang and the others hurriedly protected Zhurong, their faces extremely grim. Their prized physical defenses had actually been breached. This battle was lost.

If every demon wields such a sword, then the witch clan will be lambs to the slaughter.

"Lin Xuan, prepare to die!" Di Jun charged straight at Lin Xuan, sword in hand. He wanted to personally kill this variable he hated to the core.

Lin Xuan looked at Di Jun rushing towards him, but instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

He looked at the witch-slaying sword, his eyes showing no fear, only the look of someone looking at a fool.

"Dijun, do you think you've already won?"

"Otherwise what?" Di Jun sneered. "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? The true form of Pangu? This sword can even break the true form of Pangu!"

"Really?" Lin Xuan reached into his robes. "Then take a look at this."

Lin Xuan took out a copper coin.

A round copper coin with a pair of small wings.

The copper coin looked ordinary, even a bit old. But the moment it appeared, the laws of fortune in the universe suddenly trembled.

The supreme innate spiritual treasure – the Treasure-Dropping Coin!

It can be used with all treasures below the level of the Primordial Treasure!

"A worthless copper coin? You think you can buy your life?" Di Jun scoffed, his Witch-Slaying Sword slashing down fiercely. "Die!"

Lin Xuan tossed it gently.

"go."

The winged copper coin wobbled into the air and flew towards the terrifying sword energy, crashing into the Witch-Slaying Sword.

It's like a moth drawn to a flame.

however.

The moment the copper coin was attached to the witch-slaying sword.

"clang!"

A crisp sound.

Di Jun suddenly felt a lightness in his hand. The Slaughtering Witch Sword, which he had been holding tightly, seemed to have suddenly come to its own mind, or perhaps its connection had been severed, and it slipped from his grasp.

Not only that, the sword obediently followed the copper coin, spun around in the air, and then... landed in Lin Xuan's hand.

The entire room fell silent.

Di Jun remained in the stance of wielding a sword, but his hands were empty. He looked at his hands, then at Lin Xuan in the distance, who was playing with the Witch-Slaying Sword, and his mind went completely blank.

"Where...where is my sword?"

"Your sword?" Lin Xuan held the black sword in his hand, flicked the blade with his finger, and said, "It's mine now."

"This is impossible!" Di Jun screamed, his voice cracking. "That's my natal magic weapon, which I refined for forty-nine days! How could you take it away with just a copper coin?!"

"Nothing is impossible." Lin Xuan put the Witch-Slaying Sword into his system space (this thing is too evil, I have to go back and purify it), and then looked at Di Jun with a smile.

"That's called—money can make the devil turn the millstone, and money can also buy you a sword."

"Any other treasures? The Hetu and Luoshu? Let's take them out and try them out?"

Lin Xuan tossed the Treasure-Dropping Coin in his hand. The copper coin gleamed in the sunlight, and in Di Jun's eyes, it was even more terrifying than the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Without the Demon-Slaying Sword, and with Taiyi severely injured, the demon army was routed by Pangu's true form.

Di Jun was in despair.

He looked at the twelve ancestral witches who had surrounded him, and at the burly men who were rubbing their fists together and grinning menacingly.

"It's over..."

"This is really the end..."

Zhu Rong, clutching her still-bleeding arm, walked over through gritted teeth: "Di Jun, that sword strike felt pretty good, didn't it? Come on, let grandpa loosen your bones!"

"Beat him up!"

A group of ancestral witches swarmed forward and subjected the Heavenly Emperor to a brutal and inhumane beating.