“Amon is here! You vile creatures, retreat or die! If you don’t retreat, you will still die!”

The voice echoed from the dome above, reverberating across the empty blood pool and the Jade Bone Grass plains.

“Amon?”

Xu Taiping’s face was filled with astonishment. The name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

“Sword Champion of the Nine Mansions, Amon?”

“Why is he here?”

Just as Xu Taiping was trying to recall who Amon was, the whispers of the demonic cultivators through the Jade Bone Grass suddenly enlightened him.

“So it’s the Sword Champion of the Nine Mansions, Amon.”

Xu Taiping’s heart suddenly cleared.

The reason the name felt familiar was because Amon was the previous Sword Champion of the Nine Mansions.

Moreover, this name often appeared alongside Suchan.

Before Suchan turned to demonic cultivation, Amon would come to the Qingxuan Sect every year to challenge Suchan to a sword duel, never missing a year, even if he was gravely injured.

In the battles for the Sword Champion of the Nine Mansions, Amon was repeatedly defeated by Suchan.

Initially, Amon’s swordsmanship was mediocre, yet he always sought to challenge the already renowned Suchan, leading many to mock him for overestimating his abilities.

But as Amon’s swordsmanship improved year by year, within just a few decades, he had defeated all the sword cultivators of the Nine Mansions.

Eventually, no one dared to mock him anymore.

However, despite his rapid improvement, he still lost miserably to Suchan in the battles for the Sword Champion.

People lamented, “With Amon around, why was Suchan born?”

Suchan’s existence was a misfortune for all sword cultivators of the Nine Mansions, including Amon.

But Amon would always vehemently refute such statements.

He said, “Having Suchan in the Nine Mansions is a blessing for the Nine Mansions, a blessing for all sword cultivators in the world, and a blessing for me, Amon.”

“Before I met Suchan, I thought the pinnacle of swordsmanship was the ninth floor. After meeting Suchan, I realized the pinnacle could be as high as nine hundred floors.”

He also said, “I’m not in a hurry. Even if it takes ten years to climb one floor, one day, I will fight Suchan at the top of the nine hundred and ninety-ninth floor!”

But not long after, Suchan turned to demonic cultivation.

The towering structure in Amon’s eyes collapsed.

After that, he didn’t touch a sword for nearly a hundred years until the last battle for the Sword Champion of the Nine Mansions, where he wielded a broken sword and defeated all sword cultivators, claiming the title.

“Hu…”

Looking at the increasingly large crack in the dome, Xu Taiping let out a long breath.

“It seems Amon is the backup plan of the Nine Mansions, to compensate for my failure and to attract the attention of these demonic cultivators.”

In Xu Taiping’s view, Amon’s appearance was definitely not a coincidence.

“The Nine Mansions have gone to such lengths, I must also give it my all, otherwise, I wouldn’t be worthy of that bottle of spiritual essence.”

As he thought this, his gaze fell on the stone bridge.

“Zheng!——”

At this moment, a sword’s cry echoed, as if it was about to tear the heavens and earth apart.

Immediately, the crack in the dome spread rapidly, and a sword light, carrying an overwhelming might, poured down from the crack like a waterfall, heading straight for the demonic cultivators in the center of the blood pool.

Almost simultaneously.

From the blood pool where the demonic cultivators stood, a sharp roar erupted.

It sounded both like a beast and a human.

In the midst of this roar, two giant blood hands suddenly emerged from the blood pool, slapping towards the sword light.

“Bang!”

In the midst of a huge shock, the blood energy forming the blood hands was mostly washed away by the sword light from the dome, but even so, it still managed to block the sword strike for the demonic cultivators below.

But only for a moment.

As a figure holding a sword descended from the dome, the giant blood hands shattered.

“Amon, I, the old man, will fight you!”

At this moment, the demonic lord Wuchang, who had been standing by the shore, flashed and appeared above the center of the blood pool.

He held his staff horizontally in front of his chest, then pushed it forward, and a black flame with golden streaks shot towards Amon like a pillar.

“Zheng!”

But with the sound of a sword cry, the flame pillar was split in half by Amon’s sword.

“You old dog, you’re still alive. Today, I, Amon, will send you on your way!”

Amon shouted again and slashed towards the demonic lord Wuchang.

With a piercing sound, Amon’s sword seemed to create dozens of cracks in the air, tearing apart the demonic lord Wuchang’s body.

But the demonic lord Wuchang did not perish. Instead, he transformed into his true demonic form—a two-headed, human-faced dog engulfed in flames.

“Boom!”

The roaring two-headed dog spat out two huge fireballs at Amon, then pounced, its giant mouths aiming to swallow Amon.

The giant mouths of the two-headed dog suddenly became enormous, large enough to swallow the entire altar below.

It was unclear whether Amon was careless or unable to dodge.

Xu Taiping only saw Amon being swallowed whole by the two-headed dog.

Seeing this, the demonic cultivators around the blood pool were in an uproar, their expressions filled with joy.

But soon, with a surge of energy like a volcanic eruption from above the blood pool, the demonic cultivators’ hearts tightened.

“Zheng!”

With another sword cry, the true demonic form of the demonic lord Wuchang suddenly exploded, black and gold flames seeping out from the cracks.

It seemed an uncontrollable force was crashing out from within.

“Boom!…”

In just a few breaths, the true demonic form of the demonic lord Wuchang shattered.

The black and gold flames that erupted swept across the entire blood river, even affecting the demonic cultivators below who were condensing blood jade.

In the center of the flames, Amon stood unharmed.

Not only that, but surging sword energy began to gather around him like waves.

From a distance, Amon seemed to be standing atop a giant wave, overlooking the blood pool below.

“This is Senior Amon’s Raging Tide Sword Energy.”

Xu Taiping was utterly astonished.

Transforming formless sword energy into a tangible form is the realm all sword cultivators dream of.