Xuanling Zi bowed his head, eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at his own chest.
At his chest, a terrifying wound penetrated through, an unmatched sword light entering his body in an instant, frenziedly destroying his flesh.
The spark of life slowly faded, Xuanling Zi’s footsteps suddenly shifted, his throat involuntarily moved as he felt the asphyxiation.
Death, how unfamiliar it was, Xuanling Zi, who had always been high and mighty, had never thought that he would die, never.
And now, a blood plum blossom exploded on his chest, staining his entire torso, followed by a pervasive chill spreading through his body, bringing despair.
"You... killed me?"
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Xuanling Zi looked incredulously at the somewhat pale Ye Ling across from him, questioning how this fellow, who was just a recent Tribulation Transcending, could kill him with one sword strike?
"What do you think? Or maybe, even now, you still believe that you are invincible, that you are the high and mighty king who controls life and death, right?"
"Wake up, your life is over, you are just a small ripple, incapable of causing any tsunami."
Ye Ling waved the Primal Sword Embryo in his hand and smiled coldly; what did Xuanling Zi matter, what did Xuantian Palace matter? Those who sought to kill Ye Ling, he had never been merciful to them.
Xuanling Zi suddenly laughed loudly, his voice strange like air leaking from his throat, gurgling with a spine-chilling quality, as if making the skin tremble upon hearing it.
"Ye Ling! Even if you kill me, you will still die. When the strong ones from Xuantian Palace descend, even a Hongchen immortal cannot escape the fate of death!"
"So I say, I’ll wait for you on the road to Hell; I am not in a hurry, none of you can escape!"
As his words fell, Xuanling Zi’s body suddenly shuddered, and his chest abruptly exploded into a cloud of bloody mist, with bloody filth spurting from his nostrils, eyes, and mouth.
With a spurt, Xuanling Zi coughed out a mouthful of blood, his body wavered weakly, and then he fell to the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
He had never thought, never imagined, that he would die here. The Nine Great Sects united, along with Fu Jiumo, a Divine Infant Realm powerhouse, yet they were defeated outside the Shen Family, unable to even enter the main gate.
At that moment, a miniaturized figure slowly rose from Xuanling Zi’s body, identical to Xuanling Zi—it was his Divine Infant.
With a swoosh, the Divine Infant turned and tried to flee. Ye Ling sneered, reached out with one hand, and a terrible suction force directly grabbed Xuanling Zi’s Divine Infant, rendering its struggles futile.
"I was already on guard against this move of yours. You think to distract with one hand and let the Divine Infant escape with the other? It’s not that easy. If you’re dead, you’re dead; why linger in a half-dead state?"
With a crunch, Ye Ling’s hand tightened, and Xuanling Zi’s Divine Infant exploded violently, its terrifying power directly absorbed by Ye Ling into his body, coursing through his limbs and bones.
The Divine Infant is the foundation of the Divine Infant Realm, the source of life, containing the innate energies of heaven and earth essential to the Divine Infant. A complete Divine Infant absorbed by Ye Ling suddenly made his eyes clear, his mind alert, and a potent force within him surged, indicating a breakthrough to the Divine Infant Realm.
However, the force hinting at a breakthrough immediately vanished without a trace, as Ye Ling’s foundation was too strong, and the transformation of the Nine Great Golden Cores into a Divine Infant was not so simple.
Xuanling Zi was dead, slain by a strike from Ye Ling’s sword, eliminating his three lives; even his Divine Infant could not escape.
On the other side, Fu Jiumo was covered in bloodstains, panting heavily, his eyes bulging like a bull’s, even his black blade in his hand was trembling slightly, clearly at his limit.
At his feet, chunks of the qiu dragon’s corpse laid startlingly on the ground, having been dismembered by Fu Jiumo at a great cost to himself.
But even with the qiu dragon dead, Fu Jiumo was not far from death himself. Both man and demon, locked in battle until the end, nearly lost their sanity, neither willing to cease until the other was dead.
"Come on, kill me! I summoned you, and yet you dare to attack me—you deserve to die a hundred times over!"
"As expected, the beasts of the Demon Race are all untrustworthy, harboring ill will if they’re not of our kind!"
Fu Jiumo howled in rage, his black blade hacking even more frenziedly at the coiled dragon that he had already cut into several pieces, as if lost in madness, venting the anger in his heart.
Suddenly, a massive black shadow appeared above Fu Jiumo’s head, its oppressive darkness bearing an endless weight.
Fu Jiumo violently looked up, his eyes flashing wildly, for the black shadow above was none other than the Chaos Divine Beast Xiaobai!
"You old thing! How dare you insult my Demon Race! Even if the Heavenly Lord arrived today, he couldn’t save you!"
Xiaobai roared, his body shaking as a terrifying wave of energy burst forth, roaring out and slamming into Fu Jiumo’s body, sending him flying to one side.
With a thud, Fu Jiumo’s body fiercely smashed into a nearby green mountain, his insides cracking and snapping, the sound of bones breaking grating to the ear.
Blegh, Fu Jiumo spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood mixed with fragments of his shattered liver.
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"Ha-ha! What about saying ’you Demon Race,’ a bunch of flat-haired beasts, what damn use are you!"
"Beasts! Beasts!"
Fu Jiumo ranted like a madman, already doomed, it seemed better to die berating fearlessly rather than cower in death.
Xiaobai laughed heartily, even tears glistening in his eyes, "Just a dead man, what right do you have to judge my Demon Race!"
Roar, all of a sudden, Xiaobai opened his mouth wide and, with a wailing gulp, he actually swallowed Fu Jiumo whole.
Chewing, crunching, as if munching on crispy bones, terrifying blood seeped from the corners of Xiaobai’s mouth as he chuckled heartily, and Fu Jiumo’s Divine Infant was devoured along with everything else.
An ominous aura, a tremendous energy, in this battle Xiaobai had swallowed who knows how many people, consumed untold souls, and thus his strength and cultivation had, in that instant, soared through a breakthrough.
Thunderous rumblings, to the mid-stage of the Divine Infant Realm, Xiaobai had completely broken through, stepping up from the early stage and achieving mid-stage status.
Fu Jiumo died, Xuanling Zi died, both Great Divine Infant powerhouses had perished, not even their Divine Infants managed to escape.
What remained of the Nine Great Sects, those Sect Masters who hadn’t been killed were crippled; moreover, Ye Ling and Xiaobai, two great demons, had also joined the battlefield, the outcome of this war leaving no room for surprises.
The setting sun dipped, the sky a dusky grey, a chilling breeze blew through, carrying the pungent smell of blood, making everyone’s heart tremble.
Upon the earth lay countless corpses, each with eyes wide open, dying unresigned.
The black banners had long been torn to shreds, with the embroidery of the golden ’Xuan’ character now smeared with blood, its original appearance obscured and indiscernible.
Ye Ling stood upon the ground, the Primal Sword Embryo in hand, looking into the distance, his gaze sharp as the edge of a blade, sweeping across the heavens!
Xiaobai’s roar rumbled, shaking both heaven and earth with boundless divine might.
Three Clan Leaders, two Grandmasters, thousands of elites, all bathed in blood—this war had nearly obliterated half of the Martial World!