The Unbeatable Sword God's Legend

6.

Feeling that there were no dangerous demonic beasts in the depths of the Demon Forest capable of threatening Luo Xiang, Luo Jin returned to the Luo Clan. On the other hand, Luo Xiang knew his grandfather had been observing him from afar. This was why he deliberately showcased his sword techniques—to assure his grandfather he could survive on his own.

After his grandfather departed, a mysterious smile formed on Luo Xiang’s lips. Whatever he was thinking, one thing was certain: he was about to execute a wild plan.

Collecting the spilled blood of demonic beasts, Luo Xiang began slicing a few Suri Leaves growing nearby to carry out his scheme. He concocted a bizarre mixture using the blood and leaves—what could only be described as a bloody herbal "rujak"—and spread it around. Moments later, the ground began to tremble.

Instead of feeling fear, Luo Xiang grinned as the heavy thuds of approaching beasts drew nearer.

“Hehehe... the hunt begins!”

As if summoned by his bait, dozens of Tier-1 demonic beasts surrounded Luo Xiang.

“Hahahaha! Come at me all you want!”

Sharpening his survival instincts, Luo Xiang readied his sword as one of the beasts lunged forward. What these creatures didn’t realize was that their prey had once been a feared God.

Swuuuush! Slaaaash!

Dodging the first attack, Luo Xiang slashed through one beast cleanly, splitting it in half with a single stroke. But there was no time to relax—dozens more rushed him all at once.

“I love this kind of chaos!” he exclaimed gleefully.

"Phoenix Sword Dance!" Luo Xiang shouted, unleashing his signature technique.

Instantly, his movements became wild and ferocious. Like a butcher in a slaughterhouse, he cut down the surrounding demonic beasts with ruthless precision. In just ten minutes, none remained.

Catching his breath, Luo Xiang sat down to recover his drained stamina, unaware of the grave mistake he had made. The stench of blood had drawn in something much worse.

A deafening roar echoed a kilometer away.

Rooooaarh!

“Damn it, I forgot...” Luo Xiang muttered, quickly collecting the beasts’ soul crystals.

But it was already too late. A Five-Headed Tiger, a Tier-3 demonic beast, arrived on the scene.

“Crap... a Tier-3 beast!”

Knowing he stood no chance, Luo Xiang bolted, the beast hot on his heels. Unfortunately, the tiger had already marked him as prey.

“Aaahhh! If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t have done something so reckless!” Luo Xiang screamed as he ran for his life.

Despite lacking Qi energy, Luo Xiang managed to maintain a lead. Somehow, the beast couldn’t close the distance.

After twenty minutes of fleeing, the fatigue from the body’s former weakness slowed him down. The Five-Headed Tiger finally struck, its Qi-formed claw slashing across his back.

Slaaaash! Braaaak!

Thrown against a tree, the claw had cut three centimeters deep into his flesh. Blood poured from the wound, but Luo Xiang pushed through the pain and continued running.

Reaching the edge of a deep chasm, he halted. His face paled—it was bottomless.

Behind him, the Five-Headed Tiger licked its lips as if to say, “Nowhere left to run, weakling... you’re my dinner!”

“Tch! If I were at the Dao Dan level, you’d be the one in my belly, idiot!” Luo Xiang snapped.

With no way to fight, Luo Xiang smiled grimly.

“If facing you means death anyway... then I’ll take my chances with the fall!”

Without hesitation, he leapt into the abyss.

His scream echoed, while the tiger looked almost disappointed.

“Aaaahhh! If it’s this deep, I really am going to die!” Luo Xiang shouted.

Gedebooom!

A dull explosion rang out as his body slammed into the bottom. Darkness swallowed him—his weak body couldn’t withstand the impact.

But just as his consciousness faded, black flames began to envelop him.

The flames spiraled, lifting his body as if they had a will of their own. Slowly, they forced themselves into his broken bones.

The black fire began to temper his bones anew. Had Luo Xiang been awake, he would’ve felt excruciating agony. The process repeated again and again, lasting a full week.

Whether by fate or fortune, Luo Xiang’s consciousness returned—only to be met with soul-searing pain.

“AAAGGHH!” His eyes snapped open, tears flowing involuntarily from the unbearable torment. Never in his life, not even as a God, had he felt such pain.

“Wh-What’s happening to me...”

Hooosh! Hooosh!

Panting heavily, he endured the process—his bones crushed, then reborn. After two more hours, it finally ended.

To his astonishment, his body felt much stronger—his bones now dozens of times tougher.

Sitting up, Luo Xiang examined his condition. A frown appeared when he noticed his dantian was no longer broken, and that one of the three empty elements inside him had been filled.

“Is this a dream in the afterlife?” he muttered in disbelief.

“And this...”

Swoooosh!

Black flames danced in Luo Xiang’s hand. As he analyzed the flame’s energy, he recognized a trace of demonic aura within it.

“Isn’t this... the Heaven-Devouring Flame!” Luo Xiang's eyes widened in shock.

Amidst his surprise, memories of the previous wielder of the Heaven-Devouring Flame surfaced. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he recalled the fallen Demon Prince Hai Long.

“Too bad this flame is no longer in its prime... But now that it’s mine, I’ll make sure you become one of my secret weapons.”

Storing the Heaven-Devouring Flame back into his body, Luo Xiang turned his attention to escaping the chasm. It was pitch black with no visible path out—his only option was to climb.

Swuuuuush!

Drawing a pair of small daggers from his spatial ring, he began scaling the wall by driving the blades into the rock, step by step.

An hour passed. Though exhausted, Luo Xiang finally saw the edge of the cliff. He pushed himself harder, nearing the top.

“F-Finally...”

Hoosh! Hoosh! Catching his breath, he stabilized his stamina and absorbed the surrounding Qi.

After a few minutes of recovery, Luo Xiang resumed hunting demonic beasts to grow stronger.

Using his light body technique, he moved swiftly and soon encountered a pack of Golden Fang Wolves.

“Finally found you.”

Recognizing the Tier-1 and Tier-2 beasts relied on group tactics, Luo Xiang unsheathed his sword.

The wolves began circling him, mistaking him for prey. But they didn’t realize they were the ones marked for death.

Swuuuush!

Luo Xiang spun and slashed to the east, instantly killing a Tier-1 wolf. He did it again, targeting weaker ones to break the group’s formation.

Slaaaash! Slaaaash!

Two wolves fell. The rest growled in unison.

‘Auuuuuu!’ they howled, then launched a full-scale attack.

With strikes coming from every direction, Luo Xiang zigzagged, dodging with precision.

Hmph!

Slaaash! Slaaaash!

Pivoting, he countered with two clean slashes, forcing the wolves to retreat. Those who couldn’t move fast enough were decapitated.

“Phoenix Sword Dance!”

With that, he unleashed another wave of attacks. His blade whirled with deadly grace, killing dozens of wolves in seconds.

Minutes later, all the beasts lay dead.

“Done.”

Swuuuush! Swuuuush!

Five young men stepped out from the trees, eyes glinting with greed as they saw the slain beasts.

“Hand over the soul crystals and you can walk away painlessly,” one of them said coldly.

Luo Xiang’s expression turned cold. Rage simmered inside—these bastards wanted to steal his spoils.

“I suggest you leave... or your lives will be the price.”

They laughed maniacally.

“Hahaha! Just you?!”

Swuuuung!

They revealed their cultivation—Dao Initial Stage, stars four and five.

“Afraid now?”

“Afraid? There’s no such thing as fear when facing fools like you.”

Swuuuush!

Luo Xiang dashed forward, launching a punch at the nearest youth, Wei Ho, who couldn’t even follow his movements.

Baaams!

“So fast!” the others gasped.

Wei Ho stumbled back and shouted, “What are you waiting for?! Attack him, idiots!”

“Yes!”

They attacked in unison—but Luo Xiang effortlessly dodged, countering with open-handed slaps.

Plaaak! Plaaak! Plaaak! Plaaak!

One by one, he slapped them across the face, then stepped back to collect the scattered soul crystals.

“Leave. I’ll consider this settled. But if we meet again, and you try something stupid... I won’t show mercy.”

The four nodded fearfully—but not Wei Ho. As the third son of the Wei patriarch, he couldn't stand being humiliated.

Just as Luo Xiang gathered the last crystal, Wei Ho lunged at him.

Luo Xiang, sensing the attack, smiled faintly.