The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Old Wei suddenly realized how powerful he was within his domain. Before, he had always kept to himself within his domain, but now things were different. Under the pressure from the woman in red, Old Wei had actually mastered some domain techniques.

Just like now, the woman in red can no longer touch Lao Wei, which is simply because Lao Wei has unique advantages in the field.

Old Wei is like a fish in water in the domain; his movement ability within the domain is even comparable to Ye Xiu's.

"Is this really Lao Wei?"

Ye Xiu watched Wei's movements, which were similar to his own movements after activating a brief precognitive ability; the woman in red couldn't touch him at all.

"It is indeed somewhat unbelievable."

Not only was Ye Xiu shocked, but Zhou Zekai was also stunned as he watched Lao Wei's skillful footwork. This was no longer the Lao Wei he used to know.
"However, this may not be a bad thing; at least we have time to rest."

Ye Xiu and Zhou Zekai were frantically recovering their stamina, hoping to get back into the fight as soon as possible.

Of course, while Lao Wei was holding off the woman in red, Ye Xiu had his own ideas. He seized the opportunity and used the Soul Energy Bomb to free all the people trapped in the Soul Cage.

More people mean more strength, and Ye Xiu also believed in the power of the team. It was obviously unrealistic, even impossible, for Ye Xiu and his few friends to take down this woman in red. This woman was no pushover.

Fortunately, Ye Xiu breathed a sigh of relief because the woman in red hadn't used any particularly unbeatable abilities. The only ability she had revealed so far was a soul clone, which seemed a bit troublesome.

However, Ye Xiu always felt that this woman in red had some other abilities that she hadn't revealed yet.

What could it be?

Ye Xiu thought to himself thoughtfully.

While Ye Xiu and his group were engaged in a fierce battle with the woman in red outside, Mo Qian and the others were still inside figuring out how to destroy the dark statue.

"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore. Even if I activate my ultimate technique, I still can't hit this dark statue. This is not normal."

Huang Shaotian collapsed, exhausted, leaving only Han Wenqing and Mo Qian there, wondering what to do.

"Shaotian, move aside a bit."

Mo Qian realized they couldn't continue like this. If things continued this way, they would all be trapped here and die, which was not what Mo Qian wanted to see.

So the Mexican is going to get serious about dealing with this eerie, dark statue.

The sword in Mo Qian's hand slowly turned red, and soon switched to the form of the Sword of Hell. This was the most effective attack against the soul and darkness. Mo Qian did not believe that the dark statue could avoid even his move.

"Go for it, Lao Mo! I believe in you. But I need to rest for a bit, just a little while."

Huang Shaotian collapsed to the ground, startling Han Wenqing. After measuring Huang Shaotian's breathing, Han Wenqing realized that Huang Shaotian was simply too tired, which explained why he collapsed.

"It's just because I'm too tired, Lao Mo, don't worry."

Han Wenqing gave Mo Qian a look, and Mo Qian felt relieved. Just now, Huang Shaotian's fall almost caused Mo Qian's He Zhi Sword, which he had just condensed, to fail.

Lao Mo still cares about Huang Shaotian. Huang Shaotian is a very useful tool, and Lao Mo can't bear to see anything happen to him.

Actually, Lao Mo was drawn to Huang Shaotian's speed. Huang Shaotian's speed is extremely useful in certain situations. As for when it's useful, you can guess. "Secret Technique, Sword of Hell, Thrust."

Just as Mo Qian was about to make his move, a sudden change occurred.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! I don't want to die!"

A strange sound came from the dark statue; it was definitely a plea for mercy.

"Who are you"???"

Mo Qian wasn't in a hurry. He sheathed the sword, but kept it in the form of the Hegemon Sword. This remained unchanged, as Mo Qian was still wary of the dark statue.

"I am the consciousness of this dark statue. Um, buddy, could you please put your sword away first? I'm scared!"

Darkness stared in terror at the Hellfire Sword held against his neck by Mo Qian. Huang Shaotian's attacks couldn't harm him, but Mo Qian's Hellfire Sword was a direct attack on the soul. Even if it were Qiongqi, let alone Darkness, it wouldn't dare to take Mo Qian's Hellfire Sword head-on.

This skill was created specifically to counter all darkness and souls; the Sword of Hell, also known as the Sword of Fire, is...

To burn away all darkness and extinguish all gloom—this was Mo Qian's original intention in creating the Sword of He.

If Mo Qian hadn't sensed something was off about the voice, he would have already swung his sword. But even though Mo Qian wanted to talk to the dark statue, the Sword of He remained, still held against the boy's neck.

"Tell me, was it you who did this?"

Mo Qian understood what the Dark Statue was saying; wasn't it just a matter of being lost in a maze?

"Um, this was indeed my doing, but you have to believe me, I really didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to ask for your help."

"Seeking help? You're really something else. If we hadn't figured out this trick of getting lost, you probably wouldn't have said that."

They're all ancient foxes, why are they playing these ghost stories here?

Mo Qian is no saint or naive person. If Huang Shaotian heard An Hei's explanation, he might actually believe it. But who is Mo Qian? What hasn't he seen? Old Mo doesn't believe it. He would deliberately make someone get stuck in a maze when asking for help.

"Uh, it was an accident, a misunderstanding! It really was a misunderstanding!"

He spoke in a dark, ingratiating tone, but inwardly he secretly admired Mo Qian. This person was truly amazing; he had discovered this very thing.

Diablo has been using this tactic for many years. Anyone who can't see through Diablo's tricks or who sees through them but has no solution will be directly defeated by Diablo.

To put it bluntly, the Dark Ones are bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong. They can devour the souls of those who are no match for them, but when they encounter someone as powerful as Mo Qian, they can only end up like they are now.

"It's a misunderstanding. If I cut off your head now, it'll also be a misunderstanding."

Mo Qian said with a smile, but he didn't believe such a dark statement. Old Mo wasn't a guinea pig.

"Old Mo, you absolutely must not believe a word this kid says."

The first thing Huang Shaotian said upon waking was this. He absolutely hated the dark statue; he had exhausted all his strength, yet the statue hadn't even sustained a scratch. (End of Chapter)