Yuan Qingque had almost forgotten the last ti he drew the Tai Peacekeeping Sword.
It seed like it had been nearly a thousand years.
In the mont the sword was drawn, the chilling Sword Intent surged forth like a tidal wave from the half-exposed blade.
In that instant, it seed as though heaven and earth trembled, and frost and snow descended.
On the side of the East Dawn Demon Dao, the Fifth Rank Formation ticulously arranged by Kuang Jiyuan was as fragile as thin paper under Yuan Qingque’s drawn Tai Peacekeeping Sword.
As the cold light descended, at the mont it made contact, the formation was slashed open, and the ripples of Sword Light crashed into the very center of the formation like teors.
Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the crucial Array Plate and Spirit Vein were obliterated by this single sword strike.
Amidst a flurry of glimrs, the entire Fifth Rank Formation shattered loudly.
The fearful expressions of countless Magic Daoist Monks fell into the gaze of Yuan Qingque.
His expression was icy as he raised the Tai Peacekeeping Sword in his hand, looking toward the two Demon Lights shooting skyward.
It was Ming Zun and the Ghost God.
With the appearance of these two, the airflow in the sky suddenly beca chaotic, and innurable Demonic Qi and evil energies rushed violently toward Yuan Qingque like enraged Fierce Ghosts.
However, Yuan Qingque rely flicked the blade in his palm with his finger, and the tallic Sword Sound rippled out, transforming into an invisible sound wave, turning all the nacing Fierce Ghosts into black smoke scattered across the sky.
"Ming Zun, Ghost God, to make draw the Tai Peacekeeping Sword, you can consider your deaths worthwhile."
Yuan Qingque’s voice echoed in the sky, calm yet filled with unprecedented confidence and arrogance.
In the darkness of night, the blade of the Tai Peacekeeping Sword, like the brightest stars, illuminated the endless void.
This Sixth Rank Sword in Yuan Qingque’s hands could finally unleash its true power.
"Who shall live or die today, remains uncertain!"
Ming Zun sneered, a jade disk in the sky rotated like a bright moon, releasing pitch-black light that spread out in the blink of an eye, transforming into a Ghost Specter that descended and enveloped the area.
"You were able to acquire the Wheel of Reincarnation, which indicates you have Fate, but it’s a pity you chose the Demon Path, destined to perish by my hand."
Yuan Qingque looked at the Wheel of Reincarnation, but this ti he did not use the Tongtian Refining Road Tower from afar, instead showing a regretful expression as he looked at Ming Zun.
"Whether I follow the Righteous Path or the Demon Path is up to , but both rely serve as tools for to reach Peak Mastery."
Ming Zun, however, was a man of firm resolve. He responded to Yuan Qingque’s remarks with this retort.
At that mont, the world fell silent, and then an extrely cold aura surged from the north. Accompanied by a cold laugh, an elder seated upon a pitch-black lotus platform, clad in a White Bone Taoist Robe, appeared within the Ghost Specter of the Wheel of Reincarnation.
This person was none other than the Northern Demon Leader, the White Bone Demon King.
His aura exceeded that of Ming Zun and the Ghost God. He was a true Peak of Demon Path’s Divinity Transformation, one of the top fifteen in the Tianhe Realm, akin to Yuan Qingque.
"Yuan Qingque, a thousand years ago you cleaved my White Bone Relic with the Tai Peacekeeping Sword. Shall we settle this score today?"
As the White Bone Demon King spoke, nurous ethereal White Bones flew from his Taoist Robe. Each bone shone with Spiritual Light, nourished by the endless Huangquan Yin Qi of the Wheel of Reincarnation, quickly transforming into nurous White Bone Flying Swords, filling the sky densely.
Upon witnessing this, Yuan Qingque could not help but chuckle softly.
"It’s surprising you rember that, but I’m different. I never keep track of my defeated rivals."
Hearing this, a flash of fierceness flickered in the White Bone Demon King’s eyes. A brilliant, crystal white Bone Pearl rose from his head, transforming in an instant into a three-headed, six-ard White Bone Dharma Body without a trace of flesh.
"My White Bone Relic is just shy of Perfection, ready to transcend Life and Death and transform into an unparalleled Heavenly Demon. The last spark needed is your Essence Qi!"
The White Bone Demon King’s cultivation level had also reached the Perfection of Spirit Transmutation, and he implicitly served as the leader of the five Magic Dao factions of the Tianhe Realm.
What made it more compelling was his enmity with Yuan Qingque.
This ti, erging from successful cultivation, was because he had reached Peak Mastery in the Northern Demon Path’s heritage, with no further road ahead.
Upon erging, he sensed that in order to surpass the bottleneck and achieve beyond the Demon Dao Deity Transformation, he must slay an opponent of equal level to sacrificially refine the White Bone Relic.
It was for this reason that he agreed to cross the sea upon receiving Ming Zun’s invitation.
For he and Yuan Qingque still had an unresolved thread between them.
After a fierce shout, the gigantic White Bone Dharma Body, commanding the sky-encompassing White Bone Flying Swords, surged with a fierce and brutal energy, nearly shaking the Ghost Specter of the Wheel of Reincarnation, charging at Yuan Qingque.
"Co on!"
Facing the attack of the White Bone Demon King, Yuan Qingque said this, then swung his sword horizontally, and the Tai Peacekeeping Sword erupted with dazzling Sword Light.
The Sixth Rank blade, upon touching the White Bone Demon King who reigned over the Tianhe Realm, was as solid as vajra yet as polished as jade. His White Bone Dharma Body was instantly cleaved in two.
And after displaying the White Bone Dharma Body, the remaining montum of the Sword Light of the Tai Peacekeeping Sword did not relent, falling before the true bodies of the three Demon Dao Divinity Transformations.
Ming Zun, wielding the Netherworld Staff, attempted to harness the power of the Wheel of Reincarnation to test the sharpness of the Tai Peacekeeping Sword.
But under this strike, in communion with the Netherworld Staff, he couldn’t help but tremble all over, his Divine Sense feeling as if it was being shattered.
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