When he saw the long sword break, Ghost King was truly overjoyed.
However, what he found strange was that he didn't see much tension or fear on Liu Buli's face.
Instead, with a look of helplessness, Liu Buli sighed softly and said, "I told you not to break this sword. Why didn't you listen? The sword was fine, and you still had a sliver of a chance to win. But now that the sword is destroyed, you have no chance, and you've also caused me a bit of trouble."
Ghost King didn't understand what he meant by these words.
But when Liu Buli looked up again in his direction, and their eyes met, Ghost King suddenly realized that the crimson color in Liu Buli's eyes seemed to have become even more intense than before.
Not only that, but his aura remained undiminished; instead, it had become considerably more potent than before.
He threw away the remaining half of the short sword in his hand.
He was now swordless.
Yet, Ghost King couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but looking at Liu Buli now, he felt as if Liu Buli was even more terrifying than when he was wielding the sword.
Why did he have such a strange feeling?
Ghost King couldn't figure it out.
However, he was given no opportunity to do so, as Liu Buli had already raised his hand and attacked him once more.
He had no sword in his hand, but the demonic energy he unleashed with his joined fingers was sharper and more ferocious than the long sword he had held earlier.
And that wasn't all.
As the blazing fire, blooming with red lotuses, raged around them, Ghost King clearly felt again that the thorns on the petals of the lotuses had transformed into miniature demonic swords. The damage they inflicted upon him as they attacked was no less than that of the demonic sword Liu Buli had held moments ago.
This situation truly terrified Ghost King.
But just as Liu Buli had said, when everything around them transformed into demonic swords, he indeed had no power to resist.
"That's why I told you earlier not to touch my sword. Who knew you would be so stubborn and refuse to listen to advice."
Watching Ghost King struggle in the inferno, Liu Buli shook his head and sighed softly. He said, "I already felt it when I was fighting those cultivators. This sword considers me its master, but it has been separated from its previous divine master for too long, and its sword soul is nearing its end. So, before it dissipates, it has always wanted to transfer all its power to me, but I was always unwilling to accept it."
While the sword was still intact, Liu Buli could refuse its desire for human-sword unity through his own will.
But now that the sword body was destroyed, all its power naturally surged into Liu Buli's body.
He didn't even have the right to refuse.
Because he had been recognized as the sword's master, he could only accept it entirely, whether he wanted to or not.
Without a sword in hand, the effect of the "heart sword" was indeed much better than before.
Liu Buli had actually guessed this from the beginning.
He was so intelligent; how could he not understand such a simple principle?
Yet, knowing this, he had always refused the merger with the demonic sword. The only reason was that while merging, he could indeed possess the demonic sword's abilities, but he would also gain the madness that came with it.
Liu Buli was already finding it difficult to control his mental state without the merger. If he were to merge and still remain calm and not act madly, he himself thought it was unlikely.
He never expected that after holding on for so long, it would be his opponent who ultimately succeeded in the human-sword fusion.
His emotions were indeed extremely complicated.
However, since Ghost King was rushing to his death, he would naturally help him out.
As Liu Buli's own sanity gradually descended into madness, the karmic fire red lotuses burned even more fiercely. Ghost King's voice had changed from initial desperation to final agony. He screamed and wailed wildly because the burning and piercing were directly affecting his soul.
But regardless of his state, Liu Buli's expression remained unchanged. It was only when Ghost King's screams gradually subsided, and the surrounding world began to collapse and be destroyed, that Liu Buli finally let out a long sigh and, with a complex expression, uttered, "Fool, I never blocked my hearing from the very beginning. You believed me when I lied, no wonder you died so miserably."
As his words fell, Liu Buli looked up towards the sky. He didn't actually know where the exit to this space was, but he knew that the desire to destroy heaven and earth that was surging within him was about to consume him entirely.
Therefore, he had to find Shen Muzhi quickly.
Only he could help him solve this problem.
As he pondered this, Liu Buli found it somewhat amusing.
It seemed that every time he encountered such a problem, he ended up finding Shen Muzhi to help him resolve it. Looking at it this way, when Shen Muzhi returned to modern times with You Siqi, if he encountered the same situation again, it would be truly troublesome...
Liu Buli mused as he randomly chose a direction, raised his hand to form a sword, gathered all his spiritual energy at his fingertips, and unhesitatingly slashed forward.
The sound of collapsing rocks was immense.
Yet, Liu Buli found it exceptionally pleasant to his ears.
Contentedly, he continued to attack, and before long, he found the way out.
With a leap, his body easily left the illusory realm that had trapped him.
However, at the same time, his head began to feel somewhat dizzy.
He seemed to see someone approaching him.
But he could no longer clearly distinguish who it was.
A voice in his heart seemed to excitedly tell him—
It doesn't matter who it is.
Just kill them.