Gods: Start with Goblins

But they also believe that

As long as you have faith in your heart,
Have persistence,
Nothing can stop them from creating their own glory.

The sword spirit couldn't help but roll his eyes.

I muttered to myself,
He had to admit,

Luo Dan was definitely the most difficult master he had ever met.

This is not only because of the impulsiveness and unruliness that Luo Dan often shows.

Moreover, it was because of his almost paranoid obsession with justice.

However, as a sword spirit that carries thousands of years of wisdom and power, he naturally has the obligation to guide Lordan onto the right path.

He coughed lightly and said calmly, "It's like this, Luo Dan, do you know why the area around the sacred mountain is so peaceful? That's because this place has been blessed by the righteous great powers of the ancient times. The restrictions they left behind are like guardian gods, specifically dealing with those evil cultivators who attempt to destroy peace..." At this point, he deliberately paused, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, and added, "It's just that these restrictions have been dormant for too long, and perhaps their strength is not as strong as before, but they need an opportunity, a transition that can awaken their power."

When Luo Dan heard this, a warm current suddenly surged in his heart. It turned out that he was not fighting alone. Under this sacred mountain, there was such a powerful backer hidden. This confidence made his originally tense nerves relax a little. He took a deep breath, and his eyes glowed with determination again.

"So that's how it is. Then what do I have to be afraid of?" Luo Dan muttered to himself, then turned to look at the evil cultivator not far away, with a hint of coldness in his eyes, "I will never allow evil cultivators to rule my territory!"

At this time, Luo Dan was almost at the level of a demigod, and his power had become extremely powerful as it accumulated and settled. He held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and the spiritual power in his body began to boil, as if hundreds of streams converged into a river and finally flowed into the sword in his hand.

As Luo Dan pushed with all his strength, a tremendous force instantly erupted, transforming into a dazzling sword beam that shot straight into the sky. The power contained in the sword beam was enough to make any evil cultivator feel terrified. Even the surrounding air seemed to be shaken by this power, becoming heavy and oppressive.

Seeing this, the evil cultivator's face suddenly turned gloomy. He originally thought that with his cultivation and strange magic skills, he was enough to dominate this land. However, he never expected that Luo Dan could actually mobilize such a powerful force.

"Hmph, a mere demigod-level brat dares to be so presumptuous in front of me!" The evil cultivator snorted coldly and waved his hands. Suddenly, demonic energy overflowed and transformed into a black storm, sweeping towards Luodan.

Seeing this, Luo Dan sneered. He knew that fighting against evil cultivators was not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of will and faith. So, he took a deep breath, holding a long sword, and suddenly jumped up to meet the black storm.

The sword light and the demonic energy intertwined and collided in the air, making a deafening roar. Luo Dan and the evil cultivator kept shuttling back and forth on the battlefield, and the confrontation between them became more and more intense. Every time the sword light was swung, it seemed to be able to tear the space apart and go straight to the evil cultivator's vital point.

However, the evil cultivator was no ordinary person. With his strange magic skills and cunning tactics, he kept wandering around the battlefield, trying to find Luodan's flaws. But Luodan was like an indestructible wall. No matter how the evil cultivator attacked, he could not shake his determination and will.

As time went by, the battle gradually entered a white-hot stage. The confrontations between Luo Dan and the evil cultivators became more and more frequent, and every collision seemed to be able to shatter the mountains and rivers. However, at this critical moment, Luo Dan suddenly felt a powerful force surging from the depths of the sacred mountain. It was a sign that the restrictions left by the ancient righteous masters were awakened.

He was delighted and immediately seized the opportunity. He swung the long sword fiercely, gathered all the spiritual power in his body at the tip of the sword, and then stabbed it fiercely. A bright sword light instantly cut through the sky and hit the evil cultivator's heart. The evil cultivator screamed and fell heavily to the ground. The demonic energy gradually dissipated, and finally lost his life completely.

The battle was over. Luo Dan stood on the battlefield, holding a long sword and looking into the distance with a determined gaze. He knew that this victory did not belong to him alone, but also to the blessings of those ancient righteous powers and the guidance of the sword spirit. He took a deep breath, his heart filled with expectations and confidence for the future.

In an instant, Luo Dan's eyes became extremely firm, as if he had made a major decision. Without a moment's hesitation, he suddenly picked up the long sword beside him. This sword had been his comrade-in-arms for many years, accompanying him through countless battles and trials. At this moment, he wanted to infuse the blood essence extracted from the most precious blood in his body into this sword.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

He clenched his teeth, and all the muscles in his body were tensed, as if he was about to burst out with all his strength. With a deafening shout, "Suppress it!" Luo Dan poured the blood in his hand into the sword.

As his words fell, the entire space seemed to tremble. Luo Dan instantly felt that all his blood and energy seemed to be drained by the sword. That violent aura, like a raging torrent, continuously impacted his body, making it almost impossible for him to bear it.

His face turned pale, and the veins on his forehead bulged, obviously he was trying his best to resist this violent force. At this critical moment, Luo Dan suddenly remembered the pill he carried with him. He didn't have time to think about it, and quickly took out the pill from his arms and swallowed it in one gulp.

As the pill entered his stomach, a warm force instantly surged through his body, as if injecting new vitality into his body. This force and the violent aura offset each other, allowing Luo Dan to finally breathe. He secretly felt lucky in his heart. If he hadn't swallowed the pill in time, he would not be able to withstand the violent aura and would be sucked dry and die.

Luo Dan was filled with emotion. Although this move was extremely powerful, its side effects were equally alarming. He secretly vowed not to use this move next time. Maybe his opponent would not die before he did. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down the turmoil in his heart. You know, his body and blood had been refined and tempered countless times to reach the current state. His strength had also been strengthened again and again. Even at this point, he could not withstand the side effects of this move.

"It's so scary." Luo Dan muttered to himself, staring at the long sword in his hand. The sword seemed to be given new life at this moment, with a faint blood-red light flowing on the sword, revealing a frightening aura.

"Are you okay?" The voice of the sword spirit suddenly sounded in Luodan's mind, with a hint of concern and worry.

Luo Dan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm fine, but the side effects of this move are more terrible than I thought. Next time I use it, I must be more cautious."

The sword spirit was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "This move is indeed powerful, but you will have to pay a corresponding price. Your body and blood have been refined to withstand such power. However, I believe in you. As long as you continue to work hard to practice, you will be able to master more powerful moves in the future."

Luo Dan felt a warm current in his heart when he heard this. He knew that he could not get to where he is today without the companionship and support of the sword spirit. He secretly made up his mind to practice harder and live up to the sword spirit's expectations.

So he took a deep breath and readjusted himself. Then, he held the sword and looked into the distance with a determined look. He knew that there were more challenges and adventures waiting for him, but he was ready. No matter what difficulties he encountered, he would bravely face them until he won.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and it slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the hard ground with a slight sound. Even so, the effort and persistence represented by the sweat were far from enough. Luo Dan knew that he had to continue to transfer his energy, otherwise he would not be able to meet the huge demand of the sword spirit. This was not just a battle, but also a challenge to his own limits.

Luo Dan gritted his teeth and gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, as if he wanted to gather all the strength in his body into this one strike. His eyes became extremely firm, as if he could penetrate all obstacles and look directly at the upcoming victory. He clenched his fists and felt the power surging in his body. Most of the power had been mobilized by him, ready to pour out in this strike. He knew that the power of this strike would be weighed carefully even by such a powerful enemy.

The evil cultivator looked at Luo Dan's determined eyes and resolute attitude, and couldn't help but feel a little disdain in his heart. He sneered, as if he was watching an ant struggling without knowing its own strength. However, he also knew in his heart that Luo Dan's strength should not be underestimated. The previous fight with Luo Dan had already made him appreciate Luo Dan's strength.

"Humph, a mere mortal dares to fight me head-on?" The evil cultivator sneered, his voice revealing arrogance and confidence, "Do you think you can compete with me with your meager strength?"

Luo Dan did not respond, but silently adjusted his breathing to adjust the energy in his body to the best state. He knew that the battle with the evil cultivator was not only a contest of strength, but also a contest of will and faith. He must remain calm and not be shaken by the words of the evil cultivator.

At this time, several powerful people from the sects also noticed this battle. They stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on Luo Dan and the evil cultivator. They knew very well that the result of this battle would directly affect the entire cultivation world.

"Luo Dan's strength is actually almost reaching the demigod level." A powerful person from the sect exclaimed, with a hint of shock in his voice, "When I fought him before, I was a little powerless and didn't know where to start. I didn't expect that he would improve so quickly."

Another powerful person from another sect also nodded and said solemnly, "Yes, Luo Dan's potential is indeed amazing. If he can successfully defeat the evil cultivator, then his position in the cultivation world will be more stable."

However, some powerful people from the sect also expressed their concerns about Luo Dan. They knew that the evil cultivator was equally powerful and his methods were strange, so it would not be easy for Luo Dan to defeat him.

"Although Luo Dan is powerful, the evil cultivators are not to be trifled with." A powerful person from the sect said worriedly, "I'm afraid this battle will be a tough one."

The battle was about to start. Luo Dan and the evil cultivator kept shuttling back and forth on the battlefield, and the confrontation between them became more and more intense. Every swing of the sword seemed to be able to tear the space apart and go straight to the evil cultivator's vital points. The evil cultivator was not to be outdone. With his strange magic skills and cunning tactics, he kept wandering on the battlefield, trying to find Luo Dan's flaws.

As time went by, the battle gradually entered a white-hot stage. The confrontations between Luo Dan and the evil cultivators became more and more frequent, and every collision seemed to be able to shatter the mountains and rivers. However, at this critical moment, Luo Dan suddenly felt a force boiling in his body, a powerful force he had never experienced before.

He took a deep breath, gathered the power at the tip of the sword, and swung it violently. A brilliant sword beam instantly cut through the sky and hit the evil cultivator's heart. The evil cultivator screamed, then fell heavily to the ground, the demonic energy gradually dissipated, and finally lost his life completely.

The battle was over. Luo Dan stood on the battlefield, holding a long sword and looking into the distance with a determined gaze. He knew that this victory did not only belong to him, but also to those who supported and trusted him. He took a deep breath, his heart filled with expectations and confidence for the future. The masters of several sects also congratulated and respected Luo Dan. They knew that a new legend had been quietly born in the world of cultivation.

"Even if he is at the demigod level, so what? He still can't deal with this evil cultivator of the god-level master. You all just watch carefully." Someone was unwilling to accept this and blurted out this sentence with a bit of resentment and helplessness. He stood in the crowd, his eyes flashing with a light of unwillingness to admit defeat, as if to prove to everyone that even in the face of a powerful god-level master, they should not give up easily.

The people around him frowned when they heard this, and looked at him with reproachful eyes. They knew that if they argued at this time, they would only put themselves in a more dangerous situation. If the God-level Venerable was not successfully crushed, then they might be the ones to die.

"Say less, this is not the time to talk nonsense." A middle-aged man scolded in a low voice, with a bit of anxiety and worry in his voice. He knew very well that facing a powerful enemy like a god-level master, any negligence could lead to fatal consequences.

However, the man didn't care, and a sneer appeared on his lips, as if he was provoking everyone's nerves. "What are you afraid of? With so many of us, can't we deal with an evil cultivator?" As soon as he finished speaking, a sigh sounded around him. (End of this chapter)