# Chapter 568: Demon Sword Backlash
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Eyes giving birth to demon pupils, carrying three black demon swords on his back, demon clouds rolling in the sky as if the heavens were about to collapse—this scene was too terrifying.
Lin Feng's pupils grew increasingly demonic, filled entirely with slaughter, bloodlust, and mania, icy cold to the bone, making anyone who looked at them dare not look again. Even his long hair wildly danced, howling with the space around him.
The swords were causing the man to turn into a demon.
"Those three swords possess demonic dao will; they are true demon swords. The swords are influencing him, turning him into a demon."
The crowd looked at Lin Feng's eyes, their hearts trembling. It had to be this way. Lin Feng was already completely exhausted, unable to fight any longer, yet now he was emitting an overbearing demonic aura. This power did not belong to Lin Feng but to the swords. These swords had transcended the category of profound artifacts, perhaps even surpassing the category of heavenly weapons. Above profound artifacts lay heavenly artifacts—weapons of the heavens, which could be called heavenly soldiers.
These demon swords already possessed their own life and will, not serving their user but instead influencing them. They were countless times more powerful than profound artifacts.
Such demonic weapons were too terrifying. Although Lin Feng could control them, it was not necessarily a good thing. He might be controlled by the swords and become a sword slave.
Of course, this was precisely why Lin Feng dared not use the demon swords easily. Before he had the strength to control them, he did not dare to use them. When the demon swords emerged, he felt they would devour his will, seeking to dominate and control him.
The will of the demon swords was too terrifying.
Just like Lin Feng at this moment—his eyes held only terrible slaughter.
"You want me dead?"
A voice emerged from Lin Feng's mouth, much colder than his original voice, eerie and terrifying, causing the hearts of those in the crowd to tremble violently.
Want Lin Feng dead?
Could they still kill Lin Feng now?
"All of you, go die." A howling sound rang out as the demon swords rolled violently, the demon clouds in the sky churning with extreme agitation.
The demon swords slashed down, and a rift appeared in the space between heaven and earth, cutting down from above. Those standing not far in front of Lin Feng had pale faces filled with despair. They released all their power, surging upward to resist the demon swords.
However, their full power only momentarily halted the demon swords before the demonic sword light continued to pour down, cutting through their bodies, instantly reducing them to nothingness, vanishing from the world.
These demon swords were too terrifying, too dreadful—completely beyond their ability to resist.
"Run..."
The crowd regained some clarity and began to move, fleeing. Now, only escape remained. They no longer thought of killing Lin Feng. With the demon swords in hand and Lin Feng himself turning into a demon, who could possibly kill him?
Lin Feng's face was cold. With a thought, he tilted his head downward, and instantly, the three demon swords simultaneously left their sheaths, howling forth.
Three trails of demonic marks rolled through space, shooting in three directions to kill.
"Boom, rumble!"
Wherever the demon swords passed, heaven and earth rolled and trembled violently, as if about to be annihilated beneath the blades.
Shrill screams rang out. Where the three demon swords passed, all died. Those running in those three directions had no survivors, with over a dozen killed in a single strike.
Demonic light coiled around Lin Feng's body. He stepped forward, and the three demon swords returned. With another violent tremor, two of the demon swords howled, shooting in two directions to kill, while he stepped toward the crowd running in another direction. The demonic slaughter in his eyes was shocking, making people dare not even look.
At this moment, in Lin Feng's eyes and heart, there was only slaughter.
Cutting down heaven and earth, slaughtering everything, destroying all—not a single one would escape.
"Ah..." Terrified screams rang out. Before the swords even arrived, it seemed the minds and wills of those people were about to collapse, issuing agonized howls. Death was about to descend, so terrifying.
The two demon swords swallowed the fleeing figures in the other two directions as Lin Feng pursued the last remaining person.
To keep the secret of the demon swords, they had to die. They could not be allowed to live, so they absolutely had to be killed.
The last remaining person trembled violently all over, his eyes filled with horrifying fear. Dead—all of them were dead. And the terrifying demon god was chasing after him.
He began to regret. Why had he come to kill Lin Feng? Now he was about to bury his own life here. It was not worth it at all.
But no matter how much he regretted it, the light of the god of death had already locked onto him. Lin Feng's pupils held merciless killing intent as he arrived behind him, slashing out with a destructive sword strike.
"Ah, no..." Before the sword even arrived, the man let out a shrill scream, filled with intense pain and fear.
Finally, the dark demonic sword light descended upon him, cutting him down with a single strike.
Dead. Thus, all those who had come to kill Lin Feng died beneath the demon swords. In just a few moments, all were dead, not a single one remaining.
The might of the demon swords was too terrifying.
In the past, these demon swords had even repelled that terrifying heavenly demon. Against those at the Sixth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, three demon swords were more than enough.
Lin Feng stood in the void, the three demon swords in hand. His pupils flickered continuously, the demonic light extremely intense.
"Whoosh..."
Lin Feng's figure flickered with incredible speed, snatching all the storage rings from those who had been destroyed. These people were all at the Sixth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm; they likely had some wealth on them. How could he let that go?
However, after doing all this, Lin Feng's own body began to tremble.
The swords still wanted to kill, leading Lin Feng to crave bloodshed and slaughter.
A struggle flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. No, the demon swords had to be sheathed. Otherwise, he would truly become a demon, controlled by the demon swords.
"Return to sheath!"
Lin Feng roared, his mind and soul pressing down on the demon swords, forcing them back into their sheaths. However, the three demon swords trembled wildly, resisting Lin Feng's spiritual will, refusing to return. They even sought to devour his spiritual will, to control his soul.
The demonic intent in Lin Feng's eyes remained as strong as ever, filled entirely with bloodthirsty slaughter, with only occasional flashes of clarity.
Biting his lips tightly, blood seeped from the corners of Lin Feng's mouth. His terrifying soul power surged forth, enveloping the three demon swords. Even though his body was completely exhausted, his will remained strong.
The demon swords trembled incessantly, their demonic light enveloping Lin Feng's body, invading him, devouring him.
During the slaughter, they had led Lin Feng to kill, making him stain himself with the demonic intent of bloodlust and slaughter.
But when the killing stopped, they did not want to sink into silence and return to their sheaths. They wanted Lin Feng to fall into demonhood, to wield them in slaughtering everything.
Lin Feng's body trembled continuously. He roared: "Go!"
As his voice fell, his will drove the demon swords downward. With a splash, Lin Feng's body plunged into a lake.
The cool lake water brought clarity to Lin Feng's will. He absolutely could not submit, could not submit to the demon swords.
He, Lin Feng, was the master. The demon swords could only serve as supplements. Divine weapons and sharp tools should only be used by people. How could they occupy a person's body and erode their will?
Even though his body was completely exhausted, as long as Lin Feng's soul power remained, as long as his spiritual will remained, he would not submit. No matter how strong the demon swords were, he would resist them.
At the bottom of the lake, the flowing water churned and trembled wildly. Where Lin Feng sat, the water roiled violently.
Lin Feng's hands trembled fiercely as he stabbed the demon swords into his own back. A trace of blood seeped into the water. The demon swords refused to sink into silence, unwilling to merge into his body, so they pierced his flesh, making him bleed.
"The will of the demon swords seems stronger than before."
Lin Feng's face was cold, as if he understood something. The demon swords had once been suppressed and sealed beneath the Nine Sword Peak. Later, they broke the seal and fled into his body. The demon swords wanted to use his body to recuperate, to restore their demonic will, to restore that destructive intent. In truth, they were borrowing his body to heal their wounds.
Now that the demon swords' will had recovered somewhat, they wanted to turn the tables, to devour his will and become the dominant force.
How could Lin Feng possibly agree?
"Go back!"
Lin Feng roared. The demon swords stabbed into his back, blood continuously seeping out. The piercing pain was so unforgettable.
The demon swords would not yield, and neither would he. If he was to die, they would die together.
At this moment, Lin Feng's will could not be defeated. If he lost, the demon swords would become the master, and he would become a sword slave!
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