I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 1352: 1351: Sword of Destruction, Yin-Yang Monster R

Chapter 1352: Chapter 1351: Sword of Destruction, Yin-Yang Monster Refining Pot

The spiritual energy in Zhang Huajin’s hands coalesced once more.

Behind him, it seed as though the honor of an Immortal was reflected, boundless majestic celestial radiance descending.

It illuminated the entire firmant, its brilliance even surpassing the radiance of the Zixia Holy Land.

“Sword inheriting the Heavenly Dao.”

Another sword descended, and this was not rely a sword; it seed to transform into the boundless Heavenly Dao.

The sword wielded the power of the firmant.

Carrying the entirety of the Heavenly Dao, as the radiance descended, the expression of the Bright Mirror Great Saint drastically changed.

His heart pounded ceaselessly, this was the feeling of death approaching, his bright mirror forewarning him.

In this instant, the Bright Mirror Great Saint had no ti to think of anything else, he directly put away the mirror, his figure leaping into the depths of the void, attempting to evade this strike.

“Retreat,” the Demon Refining Sage to the side also turned pale with fright, hurriedly dodging to one side.

When this sword finally fell, the world went silent on one side.

The ground was affected, as if the sword intent had plowed through the entire land, explosions echoed endlessly, countless pits of varying sizes appeared.

However, the altar, shimring with seven-colored radiance, remained unmoved, as if the attack just now was unable to penetrate myriad laws.

Even Zhang Huajin gazed deeply at the altar.

“As expected of an Innate Treasure, it must be brought back to the Holy Court,” he mused.

“Curious,” the Bright Mirror Great Saint’s right hand trembled slightly as he held the mirror.

He had a keen perception, feeling even more intensely towards the attack.

“So this is the power of the Holy King, throughout the world’s saints, I am the King.

A truly aspirational realm,” he sighed.

“Can you hold on, if not, we can go together,” the Demon Refining Sage suggested.

The Bright Mirror Great Saint did not refuse but nodded.

Faced with the Holy King, it’s difficult enough just to hold on for a short while, let alone defeat him.

“Bright Moon Taoist Friend, and Taoist Friend Xu, this Holy King we leave to ourselves.

If any more existences descend from the Immortal Ship, we entrust them to you,” the Demon Refining Sage glanced back, addressing Xu Zii and Bright Moon Fairy.

The Immortal Ship’s descent surely involves more than one Holy King.

It’s just that currently, they have not revealed themselves, seemingly disregarding the few present.

“Alright,” the Bright Moon Fairy nodded.

……

The might of a single sword had already reached Qin Tian.

It plowed the earth, shattered the void, carrying the Heavenly Dao.

Dust rose, yet Zhang Huajin was unconcerned, his gaze remained fixed on the altar.

With a cold snort, he declared, “The dead wish to resurrect, today I shall let you turn to ashes once more.”

He extended his right hand, his longsword wavering in the void.

“Cease your tyranny,” ca the loud shout of the Demon Refining Sage.

He and the Bright Mirror Great Saint surrounded Zhang Huajin from both sides.

“Numbers an nothing,” Zhang Huajin stated calmly.

“If not attempted, how can you say it’s useless?” the Demon Refining Sage chuckled.

He glanced at the Bright Mirror Great Saint, saying, “You forcibly exile him, I’ll buy you so ti.”

The reason the Bright Mirror Great Saint hadn’t exiled Zhang Huajin before was due to the latter’s overwhelming strength.

He simply hadn’t been given the opportunity to do so.

If the exile succeeded, considerable ti could be gained.

“Very well,” the Bright Mirror Great Saint nodded.

Behind him, the vast mirror gathered once again, the power of exile crystallizing the void, shining upon Zhang Huajin’s back.

At this mont, the Bright Mirror Great Saint dared not underestimate him in the slightest.

Fresh blood dripped from his lips, as they parted slightly, a single bright red drop flew from his mouth.

Though just one drop of blood, as it erged, the power of laws pervaded, as if the heavens were changing.

“Great Saint True Blood,” Zhang Huajin said, squinting slightly.

Great Saint True Blood, this was no ordinary blood.

Each drop of true blood required refinent over centuries, said to require refining one’s entire bloodstream into true blood upon advancing from Holy King to Dao Fruit Powerhouse.

This offers a slim chance for principles to transform into rules.

The difficulty therein is imaginable.

For a Great Saint, a drop of true blood is as precious as flesh from the heart.

At this mont, the Bright Mirror Great Saint used a drop of true blood, fusing it into his mirror.

“Such generosity,” Xu Zii chuckled.

“I wonder what benefits Sage Zixia offered for the Bright Mirror Great Saint to fight so hard.”

……

Once the true blood lded in, the mirror’s power increased by at least twenty percent.

The void’s crystallization beca fiercer, even Zhang Huajin’s sword intent seed imprisoned.

“Since you seek death, then I shall fulfill your wish,” Zhang Huajin snorted.

“Sword of Destruction.”

All around him, the intent of destruction began to spread, waves of ash-brown spiritual energy seized the firmant.

This energy brought with it the sensation of death and destruction, as if even the firmant itself might fall.

The Bright Mirror Great Saint’s expression changed.

“You continue, I’ll withstand him,” the Demon Refining Sage urged.

The Bright Mirror Great Saint nodded, the force of exile around him growing ever stronger.

At this mont, above the firmant, there was nothing but destructive sword intent.

This sword intent crisscrossed the depths of the firmant, as clouds gathered, oppressive and destructive.

Within the oppressive dark clouds, the destructive sword intent weaved like dragons roaming free.

Soon, Zhang Huajin clasped his arms together, his expression solemn.

Above his head, the endless destructive sword intent coalesced, forming an imnse sword that pierced the heavens.

The sword thrust straight into the sky, stirring the oppressive mass of clouds.

“Slay,” Zhang Huajin uttered softly.

The colossal Sword of Destruction fell from the sky, piercing the void, evoking a bone-chilling sensation, as if bodies were being torn apart by countless sword intents before it even reached them.

“Block him,” the Bright Mirror Great Saint shouted.

The force of exile had reached a crucial mont; giving up now equated to undoing all previous efforts.

“Looks like these old bones of mine need so stretching,” the Demon Refining Sage chuckled.

Though he laughed, the gravity in his eyes was unmistakable.

“Treasure Gourd, it’s up to you now.”

The Demon Refining Sage removed the verdant gourd from his waist, giving it a pat before tossing it into the firmant.

At first, the gourd swayed gently, then a strong suction force descended from the firmant.

It sought to swallow the destructive sword intent.

“Refining Demon Gourd, matures once every millennium, one vine, two gourds, Yin and Yang both innate.”

Zhang Huajin imdiately discerned the origin of the Refining Demon Gourd, saying coldly, “If you had both the Yin and Yang Gourds, perhaps there’d be a chance.

But just the Yang Gourd, it falls short.”

“Whether it falls short or not, only a trial will tell,” being underestimated, the Demon Refining Sage’s expression turned sour.

With a cold snort, he said, “Your Holy Court is grand, we loose cultivators simply cannot compare.”

“Then why not join our Holy Court, we never shortchange our own,” Zhang Huajin suggested.

“That’s quite unnecessary, I’m used to my own ways,” the Demon Refining Sage shook his head in refusal.

In the firmant, the descending Sword of Destruction clashed with the Holy Court’s Refining Demon Gourd.