A violent rumble echoed as all the surrounding peaks within a thousand kilometers copsed. The Nine Dragons Sword snapped in half, releasing nine dragon souls that roared angrily in the sky. Ditto remarked, "The quality of your sword is too low. It doesn''t befit the nine dragon souls!"


    Nash''s right hand went numb, and he replied with a grim expression, "This sword is considered quite powerful in the mortal world, okay?"


    "I''ll lend you a top-grade immortal weapon for now. With your current strength, you can only harness about a tenth of its power, but that should be enough to kill this low-tier demon!"


    As Ditto finished speaking, a rusty longsword appeared before Nash. Despite its ugly appearance, the sword emanated a fierce aura. As he gripped the hilt, Nash felt a terrifying will flood his mind.


    The Battle of Immortal Falls shed before him. He saw a sword immortal slicing through thousands of demons with a single strike, reducing them to ashes.


    Nash''s eyes sharpened as he raised the sword and struck at Mondo. Mondo raised his ax to meet the rusty sword. The ax shattered, and Mondo''s head fell off.


    Nash thrust the sword again, effortlessly piercing Mondo''s body.


    The rusty sword emitted a silver light, tearing Mondo into countless pieces with its sword forms.


    With just two strikes, Nash was exhausted. These strikes were not even his own as the sword had guided his hand tounch the attacks.


    Nash said in a deep voice, "Divine sword, help me break that shell!"


    Recognizing the sword''s power, Nash attempted tomunicate with it to break the shell. However, the sword ignored him.All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    "The Purple Sky Sword was forged by an old friend of mine and will only obey mymands for now," Ditto exined as she waved her hand, making the sword vanish from Nash''s grasp. Within thousands of kilometers, mountains crumbled, but the shelly quietly undisturbed.


    Inside, Bristol''s face was pale.


    He had already lost one trump card to Nash, leaving only the Basalt shell as hisst resort.


    Nash''s strength surpassed his


    expectations. His n was to hide in the Basalt shell and cultivate for hundreds of years. Once his


    cultivation wasplete, he would seek revenge on Nash.


    However, with Nash''s talent, his cultivation would likely be even more terrifying after hundreds of years.


    Nash had clearly consumed a lot of spiritual energy while killing Mondo just now. This was a good opportunity for him. If he missed this chance, he might never get another to kill Nash.


    With this thought, Bristol controlled the shell to crash into Nash.


    The shell glowed with golden light, like a meteor carrying the momentum to destroy everything. It was aiming to crush Nash into pieces. Under the immense force, blood beads appeared on Nash''s skin.


    Even his bones that were harder than titanium alloy were showing cracks.


    This was Bristol''s only chance, and he poured all his strength into the shell, determined to make a fatal blow.


    "Divine Farmer''s Cauldron!" Nash squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.


    The Divine Farmer''s Cauldron appeared in front of him and expanded.


    The shell collided violently with the cauldron, which then mmed into Nash, sending both the cauldron and Nash flying hundreds of meters away.


    Nash finallynded, carving a five-meter-deep and 20-meter-long trench in the ground. The Basalt shell did not stop and continued to charge at Nash.


    Bristol''s face twisted with a fierce


    expression. "So what if you have e extraordinary talent? So what if you cultivate like hell? Today, you still die by my hand!"