Jun Changxiao gripped the fifth form of the Unsheathed Blade, feeling the endless power flowing out, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

Previously, regardless of form, it would emanate an aura that bound space. This time there was none—only that aura filled with kingly and hegemonic presence.

“Pity.”

Jun Changxiao said regretfully: “It’s a broken sword.”

“The moon waxes and wanes, people have joys and sorrows.” The system said: “Very normal.”

Jun Changxiao said: “If it upgrades to the sixth form, will the sword be complete?”

“You’re making it easy for readers to suspect you’re spoiling the plot.” The system said.

Jun Changxiao replied irritably: “The various tasks you’ve released before—were those any less spoiler-filled?”

“…”

The system was at a loss for words.

“Swoosh!”

Jun Changxiao raised the broken sword high, full of heroic spirit: “If the Heavenly Demon Emperor comes to kill again, I’ll make them understand what terror means!”

Actually, with Dog Sheng’s current cultivation, one-on-one against a not-too-powerful Heaven’s Secret Realm expert was no problem. What he feared was being mobbed on a large scale.

Now that the fifth form Unsheathed Blade had completed modification, its power had surely increased. He completely didn’t need to worry anymore, even having plans to fly out and proactively seek out the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s subordinates.

Steady now.

Can’t be reckless.

Jun Changxiao forcibly suppressed his overly-excited mentality.

The upgraded Unsheathed Blade could indeed shine brilliantly when facing enemies, but relying solely on this thing to directly face off against the Heavenly Demon Emperor was somewhat unrealistic.

Moreover.

Using the lightning rod earlier to destroy so many warships—if the enemy had any brains at all, they wouldn’t dare come hunting for the time being.

Jun Changxiao focused his mind.

“Buzz! Buzz!”

The King-Hegemon Sword’s surface was bound by layers of chains, then from its wide form gradually returned to pocket-size form.

“Crack crack crack!”

After a moment, the Unsheathed Blade unsealed again, once more transforming into broken sword form.

“…”

The system said: “Fun, right? Never played with it before, have you?”

“Fun, haven’t played before!” Jun Changxiao’s face showed the smile of a landlord’s foolish son.

How strong the fifth form actually was needed actual combat to prove.

Most happily, the epic brain-damaged setting of needing Unsealing Symbols to unseal was finally removed in the new version.

The Unsheathed Blade’s appearance rate was very low precisely because it needed props to unseal, and the tasks gave very few, so Dog Sheng was reluctant to use them.

Now without restrictions, absolutely awesome beyond measure.

“Buzz buzz!”

“Crack crack crack!”

The broken sword withdrew, then unsealed again.

Jun Changxiao was like a child who’d never played with toys, standing in place unsealing it over and over many times.

But honestly, the upgraded Unsheathed Blade had changed quite a bit. Even with Dog Sheng constantly fiddling with it, he remained energetic with no signs of weakness.

Could it be that from today forward, the setting of gaining power not matching one’s realm requiring a painful price was going to be eaten?

…

Tianyuan Soul-Suppressing Tower.

Jun Changxiao entered the cell, placing the lightning rod in the central position, instructing: “Continue charging.”

“…”

The Nine-Horned Thunder Cloud Dragon sprawled on the ground cried.

When needed, taken out as a mount. When not needed, thrown in a cell as a power bank. This was the true tool person.

“You three.”

Jun Changxiao came to another level of the prison, casually sitting in a chair, hands resting on his legs, smiling: “How comfortable is living here?”

“…”

The three Night King Alliance experts fell silent.

“Actually, the Heavenly Demon Emperor and I also have grievances. Everyone has a common enemy, so why not make friends?” Jun Changxiao said.

Having heard Ye Xingchen’s matter, he was very interested in this Night King Alliance. If they could turn swords into plowshares, that would naturally be best.

“Kid!”

Old He said angrily: “We’re all understanding people. Stop pretending!”

The three of them firmly believed Jun Changxiao was the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s lackey, so no matter how he explained, they wouldn’t believe it.

“Alas.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head: “If the Night King Alliance is all understanding people like you, how could you possibly fight against the wildly ambitious Heavenly Demon Emperor?”

“Kid!”

Old He said furiously: “Kill or torture as you please, but don’t insult my Night King Alliance!”

Really, though the three brothers seemed a bit foolishly cute, they highly valued their own faction. Even though they’d been educated by the Soul-Suppressing Whip earlier, they still dared to stubbornly resist Jun Changxiao.

“Time will prove my innocence.”

Jun Changxiao was too lazy to bother with three wise righteous people and turned to leave.

“Heh heh.”

The leader, who’d remained silent, sneered coldly: “Kid, you captured us and really think heaven doesn’t know, earth doesn’t know?”

“What do you mean?”

“Let me tell you honestly—our Night King Alliance has a special communication method. As long as we’re in the same star system, no matter where you hide, we can easily find you.” Old He said coldly: “So, either kill us or wait for great disaster to strike!”

Jun Changxiao muttered internally: “Really quite foolish to say this.”

“They’re not foolish.” The system said: “Daring to speak of this, they probably deliberately seek death.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao fell silent.

Gradually, he understood.

That old man spoke of the Night King Alliance having a special communication method precisely to deliberately provoke him, precisely seeking death with one heart, probably to prevent him from using them as hostages to force the Night King Alliance to submit.

“Manly enough!”

Jun Changxiao gave a thumbs up.

“Sect Master!”

Just then, a voice sounded in his ear: “We’re cornered again!”

“Whoosh—”

Jun Changxiao returned to the Eternal, instinctively releasing his spiritual sense, discovering this area had no Heavenly Demon Emperor warships—only a disheveled, unkempt barefoot middle-aged man standing in the warship’s necessary path.

“Just one person?” Dog Sheng frowned.

“Whoosh!” Suddenly, the barefoot man somehow already landed before the windshield, tilting his head to look inside, muttering to himself: “This warship is extremely similar to the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s. Why aren’t those inside his subordinates?”

“So fast!”

Jun Changxiao’s heart surged with shock.

Just now he was in the distance, then suddenly approached the warship—he almost couldn’t keep up with the opponent’s speed!

“Who might you be?” Jun Changxiao said solemnly.

“Smack!”

The barefoot man stuck a paper on the windshield with the character “Night” carved on it, introducing himself: “Night King Alliance Protector, Feng Wanli.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched.

The three brothers in the cell had just said the Night King Alliance had a special communication method, and unexpectedly, a companion really found them. From that single flash-step-wall-slam speed, his strength should be considerable.

“What brings you here?”

“To rescue people.”

“…”

Though Jun Changxiao didn’t want to admit it, he could also hear that the other party definitely knew he was holding his Night King Alliance colleagues. So he shook his head: “Please change ‘rescue’ to ‘ransom.'”

“Ransom?”

Feng Wanli smiled: “Friend, you mean my Night King Alliance people were kidnapped by you?”

“Calling it kidnapping is excessive.” Jun Changxiao said: “Your three companions, without distinguishing right from wrong, slandered me as the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s lackey. Naturally, they need to pay a price.”

“Oh.”

Feng Wanli scratched his head: “If this is true, then Feng apologizes on their behalf. Please release them quickly, friend.”

“Release is fine—pay up.”

“Temporarily, I don’t have money with me. I won’t owe you. How about I beat you up first, then settle accounts later?” Feng Wanli said.

“…”

Jun Changxiao was speechless.

He stood up and flew out of the Eternal.

One person sat on the ship’s prow, casually lighting an electronic cigar: “When will the cycle of revenge end?”

From his angle, he could see ahead densely gathered massive warships with more and more experts and soldiers flying out.

Truly, no escape!

“Sect Master Jun.” The main warship’s captain said coldly: “In a cosmos where might makes right, playing hero—they all end up dying miserably. And you…” He paused: “Will be no exception.”

“Is that so?”

Jun Changxiao scratched his head, then very casually spread his hands. In his palm was something wreathed in lightning: “The path I walk, no one can stop. If there’s no path, I’ll hack through thorns and brambles to forge one.”

“Swoosh!”

Standing up, he pointed the lightning-wreathed object toward the warships blocking the way ahead, chanting like a priest: “The holy light will guide you to heaven.”

“Buzz buzz!”

From the needle point wreathed in lightning, ten thousand bolts of lightning suddenly erupted.

“Crackle crackle crackle!”

“Crackle crackle crackle!”

“Boom—” A massive electromagnetic energy wave shot from the Eternal’s prow, carrying earth-shattering power as it surged forward.

“Hm?”

At the same time, martial artists in different areas of the Cangyun System in various warships successively noticed an anomaly, standing with mouths agape looking toward one direction—toward that lightning that appeared like pitch-black night yet seemed to pierce through heaven and earth, through sun and moon.

“Grandpa!”

“What kind of power is that!”

Within the Guixu Realm, Jian Xiaohong’s eyes widened.

Jian Guixu’s gaze was exceptionally focused. After a moment, he answered: “Not sure.”

“Clang!”

Just then, in the distant bamboo grove, Zhou Hong, who had been slicing all the scattered leaves into shreds, sheathed his sword, his expression calm: “This is my Sect Master’s power.”

“Certain?”

“Certain.”

“…”

Jian Guixu fell into silence.

After a moment, with considerable interest: “This old man grows increasingly interested in this Sect Master Jun. If there’s an opportunity, disciple, perhaps you could introduce us.”

“…”

Zhou Hong shook his head: “Master, it’s best you don’t meet the Sect Master.”

“Why?”

“Afraid you’ll end up taking the blame.”

“Ha ha ha!” Jian Guixu laughed heartily: “Though your master has been retired from the martial world for many years, I still have some influence in the Upper Cosmos. Unless your Sect Master pokes a hole in the sky, what blame can’t this master shoulder?”