The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

"Then the sword we seized is completely useless."

Qiongqi originally thought that by seizing Mo Qian's weapon, Mo Qian would have no weapon left to fight him. However, who knew that Mo Qian, through some unknown means, possessed the ability to condense such pure dark power?

If Mo Qian had only condensed a layer of dark power, Qiongqi wouldn't be worried at all. A single layer of pure dark power could only harm Qiongqi, but it wouldn't be enough to instantly kill it.

Previously, Mo Qian did indeed condense the Dark Sword using only one layer of dark power. However, Mo Qian somehow learned that dark power could be layered multiple times, so he began to wrap the Dark Sword layer by layer, making it increasingly solid.

Qiongqi should be thankful that Mo Qian clearly hasn't practiced condensing dark power for a long time, so he can only wrap five layers of dark power around it now. If Mo Qian had practiced compressing and wrapping dark power, this dark sword might be exceptionally powerful.

"Tsk."

Qiongqi threw the oath of light and darkness far away.
Huang Shaotian activated his flash mode and caught the oath of light and darkness, but was almost knocked away as a result.

"Be careful, Shaotian, Qiongqi won't throw out this sword so easily."

Huang Shaotian initially thought that Qiongqi's throw wasn't very powerful, and that he could easily catch it. However, things didn't go as planned.

Qiongqi imbued this oath of light and darkness with its own soul-binding spell; the sword only appeared to be easily caught.
But if you really think that's the case, then Huang Shaotian could be the next you.

Huang Shaotian and the sword were both sent flying.

Mo Qian arrived in front of Qiongqi in the next moment, holding the condensed dark sword, and staring intently at Qiongqi's every move.

"This time, do you still have a way to dodge my sword?"

Qiongqi laughed when faced with Mo Qian's death threat.

"I admit, you are really strong, but the battle seems to be over."

Mo Qian looked at Qiongqi with some confusion, wondering why Qiongqi would say such a thing, when his sword was about to sever Qiongqi's head.

With a loud "bang!", Mo Qian was sent flying out, just like that, without any warning.

"Wait, what is that thing? What was that thing that just flew out?"

While Huang Shaotian was still in the air, he vaguely saw something fly out from beside him.

"It looks like it's Old Mo, but it can't be, it can't really be Old Mo, can it?"

Huang Shaotian was genuinely scared. If it had been Lao Mo just now, with that speed at which he was sent flying, could Mo Qian, without the protection of the Little Dragon Man mode, have really survived?
Huang Shaotian remembered that Mo Qian was in the lead just now, so how come he was knocked away so quickly?
"Old Mexican!!!"

Yu Wenzhou witnessed the entire situation. Just as Mo Qian was about to take Qiongqi's head, an unexpected obstacle suddenly appeared – it was Lao Gui who struck Mo Qian in the abdomen, sending him flying.

Mo Qian flew out like a blood-red flash. Mo Qian felt very strange. Why would Old Ghost appear here?

"Heh, solved?"

Qiongqi said calmly, as if the old ghost had simply dealt with an insignificant person.

"Of course she is strong, but there's nothing we can do. Her host is just too weak. Such a weak host, yet she still uses an equal blood pact. I think the sword spirit is getting worse and worse."

Old Ghost said contemptuously. After the Blade Spirit was knocked away by Old Ghost once, Old Ghost came over at lightning speed after he could no longer sense the Blade Spirit's aura.

Just then, Qiongqi was almost captured by Mo Qian, and with a full-force attack, he blasted Mo Qian away.

"You're really weak, you can't even beat this kid."

Even Qiongqi was mocked by the old ghost.

Even Qiongqi was embarrassed to admit that Old Ghost had absorbed so much of his cultivated power and soul energy. Moreover, the contract between Old Ghost and Qiongqi wasn't a blood pact; it was a system where whoever was stronger could absorb the other's power. One of the reasons Qiongqi was currently locked in a fierce battle with Mo Qian was because Old Ghost would suddenly absorb his power.

"However, we still won."

Qiongqi lowered his guard, and he could no longer sense Mo Qian's presence.

If you can't even sense their presence, then they're definitely either dead or seriously injured.
After all, that was Old Ghost's full-force attack, which even Qiongqi couldn't withstand, let alone Mo Qian in his current state.

Mo Qian couldn't even activate his Little Dragon Man form.

Mo Qian felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he had been hit hard by something.

"Am I going to die?"

Mo Qian thought with some doubt that this was what death felt like.

"Hmph, thinking about dying now is a bit too early."

Mo Qian suddenly heard the voice of the sword spirit.

"You're not dead yet?!"

Mo Qian exclaimed in surprise. After being knocked away by the old ghost, Mo Qian's first thought was that the sword spirit had sacrificed itself.

"Get lost! You're the one who's dead. I just knew I couldn't beat that big guy for the time being, so I sneaked back."

"What about the demon sword?"

Mo Qian asked, puzzled.
"It's right in your hands."

Mo Qian then realized that his Dark Sword had somehow transformed into the Muramasa demon sword, which was brought over by the sword spirit.

"What can we do? We can't beat them."

"Hmph, what else can we do? Let's die together."

Dao Ling joked that Dao Ling's return actually meant there was a solution, but Dao Ling just wanted to tease Mo Qian.

But little did Dao Ling know that Mo Qian was no fool; he knew that Dao Ling's words meant he already had a solution.

"You already have a plan?"

Mo Qian spoke in a questioning tone, but in his heart he was already certain.

"Hmph, you've already made up your mind, why are you asking me?"

Don't forget, their blood pact binds them together; the sword spirit knows everything Mo Qian is thinking.

Mo Qian had thought about some scary things before, but Dao Ling didn't point them out, only giving Mo Qian a cold snort.

"So, what should we do?"

Mo Qian smiled slightly and asked seriously.

"Have you forgotten what we used when we fought the Dark Dragon?"

The sword spirit reminded Mo Qian that when they killed the Dark Dragon, they had indeed achieved a state of perfect unity, and it should be possible to do so again this time. (End of Chapter)