It was only natural that the Demonic Cult would try to retrieve the Bright Sword.

Why hadn’t I thought of that?

I had assumed it was just medicinal material. Regardless, the one-armed ghost in Taoist garb who had suddenly appeared seemed to know the Sword Demon.

The Sword Demon said, “If I spared you, you should’ve grown old and died in the Main Stronghold. Why’d you crawl back out?”

Apparently, the one who cut off that bastard’s arm and sent it to the old Stronghold was the eldest brother. They seemed to have a superior-subordinate relationship, and yet now they looked like mortal enemies.

The one-armed ghost muttered something under his breath and raised his sword. It seemed he had infused it with internal energy, as the blade shot out from the scabbard.

Sreeeeng...