"I really think you’re very despicable!" As the old man’s laughter just subsided, a childish voice was heard expressing disdain.

"You... what did you say?" the old man asked in shock.

"Crack... crack..." But what responded to him were indeed several cracking sounds. Then the old man looked again at the black umbrella in the midair. For some reason, the light was gone, and even the rotation had stopped. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The old man was startled. He grabbed the black umbrella which returned to his hand. One cold light shot into Di Minghan’s hand. When the old man grabbed the black umbrella, a clatter of fragments remained in the old man’s hand while some scattered on the ground, turning into debris...

Yet, Di Minghan still held the Cold Fox Sword in his hand, which excitedly said to Di Minghan, "Master, I’m full. I didn’t expect there would be so much junk inside, but it’s barely edible!"

Di Minghan was speechless upon hearing, thinking how could it eat trash, curious how his Cold Fox Sword not only absorbed blood but could also eat stuff? He wondered what it actually ate?

"The Cold Fox Sword is forged using your blood and the Demon Clan’s supreme treasure. Besides absorbing magical power and human blood, it can also absorb sword energy from divine soldiers to benefit itself. You should have felt it; the Cold Fox Sword’s sword energy is very strong now!" Mo Jiuli calmly explained to Di Minghan in his mind.

"I see, that’s why even sometimes when it clearly doesn’t hit the opponent, the opponent still gets injured. It’s the sword energy!" Di Minghan said knowingly.

Regarding sword energy and intent, Di Minghan, who now likes using the Cold Fox Sword, knows well about them. It is because of this understanding that he likes using the sword more, primarily because the Cold Fox Sword was a gift from Mo Jiuli to him, and secondly because of its vast power, clean and efficient in killing, which suits his preferences...

"Ahhhhh... You actually destroyed my item umbrella, I’ll kill you..." The old man looked at the black umbrella turned into debris, angrily addressing Di Minghan.

The other nine people came to their senses and charged again. Unfortunately, before their spiritual power could be unleashed, the Cold Fox Sword in Di Minghan’s hand flew out by itself. When it returned to Di Minghan’s hand, the ten people remained in their positions to release spiritual power, frozen in place, and a red line of blood appeared on each of their necks...

With a rumbling sound, ten heads fell to the ground, followed by their bodies. In an instant, the souls of the ten escaped hurriedly, but Mo Jiuli waved her sleeve, and the flames turned all ten souls into nothingness...

Mo Jiuli only kept the soul of the last old man trapped within the Flame, asking, "Just the ten of you here? Or are there others?"

"Don’t fantasize that I will tell you anything, dream on!" the old man angrily said.

"If you don’t speak, you will only die! With your soul vanishing, don’t dream of surviving anymore..." Mo Jiuli threatened indifferently.

"Even if I die, I won’t tell you a word, because you will soon accompany me to the grave. Hahahaha..." the old man laughed madly upon hearing this.

Mo Jiuli directly moved, and the old man’s laughter ceased and turned directly into ashes...

"Seems like it’s not just these ten!" Di Minghan retrieved the Cold Fox Sword, looking at Mo Jiuli descending from the tree, he said.

"I think so too, let’s return to the Academy!" Mo Jiuli said.