He propped his body up with the Mysterious Sword.
The Purple Sky Divine Thunder Sword Art didn't burst forth with a raising of his hand like before; instead, purple thunder flickered and covered the Mysterious Sword.
Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, looked down and said, "I really can't understand, are you out of your mind? Do you know who I am to draw your sword and chop at me upon seeing me?"
"If I kill you, then there's no need to know."
Nie Jun tugged at the corner of his mouth, struggling to stand up.
"Do you have the ability?" Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, gazed at the Dao Palace that was quietly dissipating in the sky.
"Seems like I don't."
Nie Jun staggered onto the Mysterious Sword. Just when Shen Feng, the Demon Emperor, thought he was going to flee, he saw him transform into the light of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder Sword and fiercely crash toward himself!
Whoosh—
Thunder and the sound of the wind howled together!
