Chapter 357: One Versus Two!
"Continue the slaughter. Kill them all?"
Yun Xiao's casual order sent a shiver through the followers gathered around. Their eyes darted to the crew trapped within the Eight Trigrams formationInscription Cultivators, Yang Devils, resentment demons, sea dragons... over 100 stalwarts from the four great hells!
Among them, the Inscription Cultivators, Yang Devils, and resentment demons ranked in the top three of the Nine Hells.
"If these peak powerhouses in the Heaven Sanctuary Realm were to fall, the Nine Hells would surely be upended! We might just swallow them whole!" Second Uncle, quivering with not fear but excitement, confided to the Netherworld Emperor.
The idea of the Endless Netherworld gobbling up the Rising Sun Inferno was a fantasy so wild, not even the ancestors dared dream it.
"If we pull this off, it'd be sheer madness..." Second Uncle's dark red eyes filled with a mix of respect and awe as he looked at Yun Xiao.
"Dreaming big is premature. Let's focus on the slaughter!" The Netherworld Emperor's voice was icy, his gaze towards Yun Xiao deep. "Success hinges on whether he can take down those two and crush the enemy's spirit... We follow his lead!"
Despite his cool exterior, his blood was boiling. As the ruler of the Yin Devils, he'd endured a lifetime of suppression and humiliation from the Wick Devil, harboring untold resentment. The plight of many Yin Devil women fueled his hatred.
Now, with the opportunity before him, how could he not be driven to madness?
"Attack!" The Netherworld Emperor, outwardly composed, was the first to heed Yun Xiao's command, leading the charge of the Yin Devils against the Yang Devils with a fervor that outpaced even the Sword Cultivators.
The Yin Devils, usually the picture of sophistication and grace, unleashed a killing frenzy that sent the already panicking Yang Devils reeling. "These cowards! They won't cry until they see the coffin!"
"Netherworld Emperor, have you considered the consequences of defeat? The Endless Netherworld cannot bear the wrath of all the Yang Devils!"
"Stay calm, everyone. We just need to annihilate the Yin Devils, and then we can all gang up on Yun Xiao!"
The Yang Devils, inflamed with rage, showcased their unyielding spirit with a vicious counterattack. True to their fearsome reputation!
"We join the fray!" The Sword Warden, expression cold, led the Sword Ruins Overseers in a renewed assault, targeting the Inscription Cultivators.
The Yang Devils and Inscription Cultivators, known for their fierce fighting spirit, proved to be the toughest nuts to crack.
In stark contrast, the resentment demons and sea dragons, having lost their guiding force and their offer to surrender being rejected by Yun Xiao, possessed the resolve to fight to the death but lacked the belief in victory.
"Charge!" The Phoenix Empress and the Siren Empress exchanged a glance, and in a flurry of action, the land demons and the merfolk joined forces, diving into battle together.
The clash erupted anew, a veritable storm of forces colliding!
Magic treasures, daoist spells, demon magic, Life Sigils, and Sword Souls swept across the battlefield, unleashing a cacophony of chaos that sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers.
Man against man.
Devil fighting devil.
Demon slaying demon.
Ironically, it was those of the same kind who harbored the deepest hatred for each other.
The ancient grudges and new vendettas within the Nine Hells painted a tapestry far more complex than the divine-demonic dichotomies.
Within each clan, the underdogs rallied behind Yun Xiao, desperate for a chance to overturn their fortunes.
"The forces under the banner of the Talisman Emperor and Wick Devil are slightly more numerous."
"But Yun Xiao's ranks boast five Genesis Spirit Realm powerhouses! Particularly, Pale Revenant and the Phoenix Empress are unstoppable..."
As the melee raged on, it became clear to all with eyes to see that the advantage lay with Yun Xiao's followers!
The Yang Devils and the Inscription Cultivators were formidable foes, but the tide turned when Pale Revenant entered the fray, shattering Yang Devils with her fists and tearing through the enemy lines, obliterating the Life Sigil formation of the Inscription Cultivators with her overwhelming might!
BOOM! Amidst the deafening roars, the cold, calculated killing spree of the five Genesis Spirit Realm powerhouses unfolded.
Like daggers piercing the heart of the enemy, they drew the focus of numerous foes, creating openings for their allies among the Sword Cultivators and Yin Devils to wreak havoc, leaving a trail of blood and carnage in their wake.
Every man, devil, and demon fought with frenzied abandon, unleashing generations of pent-up frustration and rage, channeling it through their blades and spells, crashing down upon their foes, shattering the heads of Inscription Cultivators and Yang Devils alike.
This sealed battlefield, a veritable slaughterhouse with no escape, presented an opportunity like no other.
"When else would such a chance arise?"
"They even sought to provoke a great war of untold scale, one that would engulf the innocent, using the lives of the common folk to corner Yun Xiao," the Netherworld Emperor declared, his voice a cold proclamation.
Many among the Sword Cultivators and the merfolk were unaware of this plot.
"To ensure the peace of the Nine Hells and the safety of its people, these cancerous rebels must be eradicated within this half hour!" The Sword Warden, his sword sweeping across the battlefield, commanded the other Sword Cultivators with a chilling resolve.
"Those two are truly ruthless..." the Phoenix Empress observed, rallying the land demons, "Our Primeval Demon Hell cherishes peace and abhors war... To protect the innocents of the Nine Hells, we must exterminate these unprincipled rebels!"
Everyone knew who the rebel was, clear as day.
And it sure wasn't Yun Xiao!
Framing, now who couldn't play that game?
But once the words of those three Hell Wardens were out, it was plain as a pikestaff that some folks, if left breathing, wouldn't let bygones be bygones.
Dragging innocents into their power squabbles was par for their course.
"Down with the rebels! All hail the Exiled Sword Immortal! Safeguard peace!" The Siren Empress, wise as the ancient seas, coined a slogan that struck a chord, rallying a chorus from even the Sword Cultivators, Yin Devils, and merfolk spectating outside the formation.
"Let's join in, shall we?"
Plenty of land demons, bewildered yet swept up in the moment, found themselves backing the very bane of their existence.
In an instant, a vast tide of support surged towards Yun Xiao!
Forget the legions outside; even the combatants were sneaking peeks, all chanting for Yun Xiao.
"Exile Yun! Exile Yun!"
The ground shook with their fervor, a testament to their blind adoration for the reincarnated true Immortal.
Yun Xiao stood aloft, a figure transcendent, his might mirroring that of his two adversaries, man and devil alike.
"Exile Yun has already suffered some damage from Wraith Eye and Ao Yuan! The Talisman Emperor and Wick Devil are both in the Mid Genesis Spirit Realm, leagues beyond those two sea demons..."
Truth be told, the more level-headed had their worries.
"Cut the analysis! Would Exile Yun be the object of such fervor if he played by the book?"
"Difficulties be damned, he'll personally take down the traitors!"
"Difficult? Give him 15 minutes, and victory is his!"
"15 minutes? Mark my words, the Talisman Emperor and Wick Devil fall within ten moves!"
The Sword Cultivators, Yin Devils, and merfolk buzzed with their bets.
"Ten moves?" Mu Daxiong couldn't help but smile through his disbelief.
"They must be riding the high of fervor to spout such wild claims without a grip on reality," Du Zhongyuan chuckled.
They knew the score!
Yun Xiao's rise was meteoric yet grounded, step by solid step.
They'd watched his tumultuous ascent, aware this battle would be no cakewalk compared to downing Wraith Eye and Ao Yuan...
Yet their faith in Yun Xiao never wavered.
"Exile Yun, born to work miracles!" the crowd roared, hearts pounding and eyes wide in anticipation of the imminent showdown. The three titans, after a brief standoff, burst into action without further ado.
"Together, now!" The Talisman Emperor, wary of underestimating Yun Xiao, insisted on a united front with the Wick Devil. Their combined attacks erupted in unison, a surge of sacred power overwhelming the arena, setting the Eight Trigrams formation trembling.
The Talisman Emperor, eyes bloodshot with killing intent, unleashed his Sovereign Sigil. This Life Sigil, unfolding like a vast landscape, shook the very souls of those present. Mountains, rivers, celestial bodies all spun within its confines, its weight like that of a thousand mountains pressing down upon Yun Xiao.
Any other from the Fate Ocean Realm would've been crushed to dust by its mere approach.
"Ten days ago, it took Bluey and Reddy's power and a fortune in Immortal Jades to fend off this Sovereign Sigil," Yun Xiao mused. Back then, the Talisman Emperor's might was beyond what he could withstand, a fact that could've spelled his doom had he not had certain advantages.
The Talisman Emperor was no fool; his every move was calculated, aimed at Yun Xiao's downfall.
"Pity, you're up against me," Yun Xiao retorted, his gaze icy as the Sovereign Sigil descended in all its oppressive glory. At that moment, the Wick Devil appeared behind him, his strike heavy with the force of the Dragon Wick Seal, morphing into a fiery, blood-red dragon diving at Yun Xiao.
At the same time, the Wick Devil unleashed the Rising Sun Devil Art, spewing a crimson flame orb, small yet terrifyingly swift and potent.
"Danger!" Onlookers gasped, hearts skipping a beat. Even the Sword Warden and Siren Empress frowned, worry etched on their faces.
"Is he going to make it?" The Phoenix Empress spun around, disbelief etched across her celestial features. Even she wouldn't dare face a siege from the Talisman Emperor and Wick Devil.
At that moment, a collective shiver ran through the crowd. The young man in white seemed ensnared in a swamp of destruction, surrounded by death on all sides. Doubts began to cloud the minds of many.
How could he possibly take on two at once?
In other words, why would the Talisman Emperor and the Wick Devil grant him the chance for an epic showdown of three hundred rounds?
In that heart-stopping moment, Yun Xiao made his move, his expression serene throughout.
Second Form, Dao Dragon!
BUZZ! His Prison Warden Sigil enveloped him, transforming him into a figure aglow with violet light.
"A sigil?" His deep eyes glanced at the Talisman Emperor as the sacred power of man, devil, and demon within him surged through the runic pathways of the Prison Warden Sigil, erupting in power.
Last time, with Moon Fairy and the War Princess far stronger than him, the fusion was somewhat lacking. But this time, his own strength had risen, with his primordial void sacred power taking the lead, pouring into the Prison Warden Life Sigil.
"The three powers combined push me to around the Early Genesis Spirit Realm..."
When Yun Xiao's power was no longer at a significant disadvantage, he became a force beyond imagination.
With a flick of his fingers, nine swirling vortexes burst into existence before him.
Wuji Dao Art!
But it wasn't just the Wuji Dao Art at play here!
Within each of those invisible vortexes, space twisted, and the blood art Blazing Dragon Blood Boil intertwined, igniting the vortexes with a crimson dragonfire that seemed to sear the very air.
"Hmm?" The Talisman Emperor's Sovereign Sigil, with the weight of thousands of mountains and rivers, crashed against the nine crimson vortexes!
"Step aside." With a flick of his wrist, Yun Xiao unleashed the Wuji Dao Art's fiery wrath, slapping the Talisman Emperor's Sovereign Sigil like a series of fiery backhands!
BOOM! A thunderous explosion reverberated through the air as the nine vortexes roared to life, overpowering the Talisman Emperor and his Sovereign Sigil, sweeping them aside as if they were mere chaff.
The Talisman Emperor was sent flying, crashing into the barrier of the Eight Trigrams formation several hundred meters away.
Spitting out a mouthful of dark blood, the slap from the Wuji Dao Art seemed to land not just on the Sovereign Sigil but squarely on the Talisman Emperor's face. His chest heaved, eyes filled with shattered vessels as if his pupils had burst from the shock.
"Yun Xiao!" He growled, teeth nearly biting through his tongue, his mind a blank slate.
"Good heavens..." The crowd, struck dumb as if slapped themselves, watched on in stunned silence.
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