High Martial: I Can Copy All Root Bones!

It seemed Sikong Jie had been spoiled by all the praise heaped upon him in the Jiangzhou Martial Arts Realm in the two years since Lu Changfeng and his generation of top swordsmen had departed.

He actually started to believe his own strength and Talent were extraordinary.

That he could even be compared to Sikong Jue.

He actually dared to charge at Sikong Jue, activating his Demon Fiend Bloodline with just the strength of the Blood Forging Realm.

He even screamed, "I’ll make you understand! The Demon Fiend Bloodline chose *me*! *I* am the true genius of the Sikong Family!"

After all, Sikong Jue was at the Middle Grade of Tendon Transformation.

On top of that, he was empowered by a Middle Grade True Sword Intent, and Lu Changfeng had already restored his Demon Fiend Bloodline.

The confrontation lasted but a single exchange—a mere two moves.

A flick, a thrust, and Sikong Jue cleanly lopped off Sikong Jie’s head.

Sikong Jie could never have imagined that Sikong Jue would still be just as formidable as before, even after losing his Demon Fiend Bloodline.

He had underestimated Sikong Jue’s Martial Arts Talent and grossly overestimated his own strength.

It just went to show that while times may change, some things are not so easily altered by those who come after.

Take Lu Changfeng’s generation of top-tier Swordsmen from Five Horses Street, for example. In the entire history of Five Horses Street, they were the strongest group to have ever emerged.

As the Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy continued to deplete, it would likely be impossible for any who came after to ever catch up.

"My bloodline... give it back!"

Sikong Jue grabbed Sikong Jie’s body and pressed his mouth to the severed neck!

Circulating the Demon Fiend Bloodline within him, Sikong Jue began to suck relentlessly, using this most primitive method to reclaim the Bloodline Power from within Sikong Jie’s body.

When he was finished, Sikong Jue threw his head back and let out a cathartic roar. "Members of the Sikong Race, listen well! Those who do not submit to me, Sikong Jue, shall die!"

"Kneel before me, and you shall live!"

During the assault led by Xuansha and Lu Changfeng, more than half of the Sikong Family members had already been killed.

With Xuansha, an expert in the Rebirth Realm, controlling the area, it was impossible for any member of the Sikong Family to escape.

Xuansha was so fast he could cross from the Sikong Family’s front courtyard to the back in a single flash.

Furthermore, both Sikong Tuxiong and his son had been slain.

The remaining members of the Sikong Family were mostly those on the fringes of the clan.

They had little interaction with Sikong Jue; some even sympathized with him and recognized the injustice he had suffered.

After Sikong Jue’s roar...

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

The members of the Sikong Family dropped to their knees, a crowd of living bodies amid a field of their own clan’s corpses.

Only Sikong Jue remained standing in the very center, his head held high with pride.

At this moment, he had successfully crushed the vile family that had abandoned and sought to destroy him beneath his heel.

...

「The Sikong Family Residence, Main Hall.」

Lu Changfeng, in his guise as the Saint Master, was seated in the position of honor. The master and disciple pair, Xuansha and Zhisha, stood at his sides.

Below them, an unmasked Sikong Jue faced his many kneeling kinsmen.

"And so, you now have two choices."

"One: die."

"Two: serve the Saint Master alongside me, and our entire family will be absorbed as a Demon Sect under the Saint Demon Sect."

A Sikong Family Elder stood up, trembling. "We can’t do that. Jue, the blood of our Sikong Family flows through your veins. How can you have the heart to let the family descend into the Demon Dao?"

What followed was a long-winded tirade about morals and righteousness.

Sikong Jue felt a headache coming on.

’In his eyes, these people were expendable.’

’If it weren’t for Lu Changfeng’s order to establish a Demon Sect, he wouldn’t waste his time on these fools. He’d just kill them all.’

Then, an idea came to Sikong Jue.

He raised a hand, silencing the Elder’s rambling speech.

Just then, a cockroach, drawn by the scent of blood, scuttled quickly past.

With a casual and precise flick of his blade, Sikong Jue skewered the cockroach, then lifted it on the tip of his sword to the Elder’s face.

"What is this?" Sikong Jue asked.

The Elder froze for a moment before replying, "A filthy cockroach."

Sikong Jue flicked the tip of his sword, tossing the cockroach into the air. SWISH!

Sikong Jue’s longsword flashed past. The Elder’s head tumbled to the ground. As the cockroach fell through the air, Sikong Jue raised his blade and neatly caught it again on the tip.

Carrying the cockroach on his sword, Sikong Jue walked over to another clan member. "Is it dirty?"

The man shuddered in terror. "No, not dirty. It’s edible."

Sikong Jue nodded in satisfaction and looked out at all the clan members. "Is there anyone else here who fails to recognize what this is?"

Not one of the hundred-odd members of the Sikong Family dared to make a sound.

Sikong Jue presented the cockroach to that clan member once more.

The man understood Sikong Jue’s meaning perfectly now. In the Sikong Family, whatever he said, went.

The clan member grimaced, took the cockroach from the sword’s tip between his teeth, and swallowed it whole without daring to chew.

As a practitioner from the Martial Arts Realm, he could brace himself and eat the cockroach, and his body could easily digest it.

"Very well. From this day forward, the Sikong Family shall be the Seventh Demon Sect of my Saint Demon Sect. I will choose a name for you... you shall be called the Sword Killing Demon Sect."

"Rest assured, joining the Saint Demon Sect will be the wisest decision the Sikong Family has made since its inception."

"You. Come here."

Lu Changfeng pointed at a young member of the Sikong Family.

"What’s your name?"

The young Sikong clan member walked forward, trembling. You couldn’t blame him for his cowardice; after all, he was standing before the infamous Saint Demon Sect Master.

Arguably the most powerful figure in the entire Demon Dao of the Song Country.

At this moment, if someone told him that this number one figure of the Demon Dao was about to open his mouth and eat him, he would believe it without hesitation.

"This junior’s name is Sikong Mingyue," the young clan member finally managed to say, mustering his courage.

Lu Changfeng had seen this person’s interface; among all the Sikong Family members present, his overall Root Bone and Talent were the highest.

Name: Sikong Mingyue.

Root Bone: Middle A Class