Chapter 1410: Chapter 87: Endless Night_2
To be able to forge a puppet body with Dongzhen-level power, Zhuang Chenggan’s genius and ruthlessness are rare sights in the world.
Jiang Wang rely inherited this Blood Puppeteer.
He had never truly nurtured demons, nor had any direct dealings with the Demon Race.
Strictly speaking, Song Wanxi seed more like a human spy Jiang Wang placed in the All-world desolate graves.
However, Jiang Wang apparently had no intention of explaining too much to Zhao Xuenyang.
It must be said, Zhao Xuenyang wasn’t particularly detestable.
The few days they spent together were an unforgettable experience for both of them.
Two individuals who could easily have beco friends, now standing opposed due to differing stances. Human life is entangled within the web of dust, every man shackled by sothing, seldom truly free.
The more one experiences, the harder it is to find freedom.
So when faced with Zhao Xuenyang’s eyes—shocked and tinged with pain—Jiang Wang instinctively whispered an explanation.
But it was only one sentence.
He sighed, then simply said: “Kill him.”
No fiery emotions, only a cold decision.
Zhao Xuenyang, standing on opposing ground, witnessing the Blood Puppet True Demon, experiencing the Deviant Path Technique and harboring wonderings about it… had to die.
Song Wanxi’s long hair flew as she took a step closer, her crimson eyes cold and devoid of emotion.
Yet Zhao Xuenyang’s gaze shone brightly, bright enough to illuminate the dim, ancient demon grotto!
“The remnants of the rules in the Ancient Demon Cave can no longer sustain the existence of a True Demon for long. Even if you summon the True Demon’s descent, you may not be able to slay , Zhao Xuenyang!”
His right hand ford a sword gesture, swirling with golden light. With a motion of pointing to the heavens and sketching the earth, roaring Sword Qi instantly transford into dragons—nine sword Qi divine dragons in total. Each displayed a distinct aura, evolving different sword techniques that encircled Song Wanxi, sealing her completely.
As if nine master swordsn had coordinated an attack on Song Wanxi simultaneously.
At the sa ti, Zhao Xuenyang’s left hand made a pressing motion.
Between heaven and earth, a golden Eight Diagrams Gate burst into existence.
The gate radiated dignity and majesty, exuding an aura of righteousness.
As it appeared, it gave the impression of suppressing the land.
It carried with it the presence of an enormous world, linking to so unfathomable location.
For a brief mont, the atmosphere of the dim Ancient Demon Cave transford completely.
The earth, wind, water, and fire surged chaotically.
All techniques and divine skills felt the disturbance of its influence.
Though Zhao Xuenyang spoke with grandeur, his first action was to prepare for escape. His ultimate attack served rely to stall, as he promptly summoned his supre escape treasure to flee the place.
His movents were seamless with practiced familiarity.
But Song Wanxi had already arrived.
Facing the terrifying killing power of the nine Sword Qi Divine Dragons, she simply crossed her hands. In an instant, the nine Sword Qi Divine Dragons were captured, reduced to worm-like shapes, and effortlessly crushed!
As her hands reached forward, her steps had already begun to move.
When her stride landed, she who had begun in front of Jiang Wang, now stood near the golden Eight Diagrams Gate.
All this while crushing the dragons.
Her left hand hung casually, while her right hand lifted.
The palm, exquisite as jade in craft, transford into a blade. White as snow, fine as jade.
She made but a light thrust…
Boom!
The motion resembled the explosion of fla flowers in mid-air, light scattering across the skies.
The ancient golden Eight Diagrams Gate was directly pierced through and utterly destroyed!
Though a treasure from Jade Capital Mountain, it shattered with such ease.
Just as the insurmountable gap between Zhao Xuenyang at the God Descending Realm and Jiang Wang at the Inner Mansion Realm could not be bridged. The chasm between God-descendence and Dongzhen was likewise infinite!
Even the most formidable magic artifact, when wielded by Zhao Xuenyang at the God Descending Realm, was powerless against Song Wanxi, imbued with True Demon strength.
The technique was dispelled, the artifact obliterated, and Zhao Xuenyang spewed another mouthful of blood!
This ti, however, what sprayed forth was golden blood.
The golden rain fell upon the Ancient Demon Cave.
Within this rain of gold, Song Wanxi grew increasingly striking, radiant in beauty. Hard to believe she belonged to the sa race as those vile, depraved Yin Demons.
In his wounded state, Zhao Xuenyang’s blood rain, each golden droplet distinct and nearly perfect in its oval shape, fell without interference from one another.
Like golden lon seeds, Jiang Wang thought to himself.
“This is my heart blood, divine upper blood.” Zhao Xuenyang raised his sword-shaped fingers with heroic majesty. “Demon, prepare to et your end!”
Each drop of golden blood suddenly shifted in mid-air, forming a complex yet dignified array.
It resembled an ancient star map, though Jiang Wang could not identify its placent amidst the heavens.
Zhao Xuenyang, fiercely battling and spitting blood into formations, lived up to his title as a genius.
The golden droplets of blood ford a grand formation, instantly stirring forces and gathering montum. On this intricate, majestic array of golden rain, faint traces materialized into the shadow of a golden-armored warlord, which rapidly solidified!
This warlord lood tall, his golden armor shining with brilliance, exuding Divine Might.
The mont he took form, his eyes locked onto Song Wanxi, battle intent boundless!
But almost as soon as he had solidified, Song Wanxi had reached his side.
Her delicate, soft hands—arguably frail—lightly clasped onto the warlord’s two arms and pulled apart!
The golden-armored warlord emitted a cry of pained anguish, almost as though possessing true sentience.
Yet no matter how extraordinary his manifestation, or how trendous Zhao Xuenyang’s sacrifices had been in creating him…
At this very mont, both his arms were torn off by Song Wanxi!
The severed golden-armored arms began disintegrating mid-air.
Following through, Song Wanxi leaned forward, delivering a headbutt!
The sight of an absolutely beautiful woman using her defenseless forehead to ram a warlord clad in golden armor—her snowy, unmarred brow colliding with the seemingly indestructible golden helt.
What kind of scene was this?
What level of savage combat was this?
Zhao Xuenyang no longer had the capacity to be shocked.
The mont Song Wanxi’s headbutt landed and the collision occurred, the warlord summoned by his “heart blood” and “divine upper blood” shattered completely into streams of light!
He could not withstand even a complete blow!
anwhile, Song Wanxi’s beautiful forehead remained pristine, devoid of even the faintest red mark. Certainly immune to the possibility of injury.
Such stark differences in power were evident.
She had already closed the distance!
At Zhao Xuenyang’s waist hung a phoenix-carved jade pendant, which suddenly emitted a clear cry.
A supre defensive treasure from his sect, capable of deflecting a strike from a True Man.
Its sound rang high, carrying an aura noble and unyielding.
But it abruptly ceased.
Like a rooster whose neck had been forcibly wrung.
Her slender jade-like hand grasped the phoenix-carved jade pendant, lightly squeezing it, reducing it to shards that fluttered down.
The phoenix’s call was cut as soon as it rose.
A True Man of the Age could discern reality, and so could a True Demon.
Song Wanxi’s first move upon closing in was aid directly at this protective artifact.
Crushing the jade pendant, her hands stretched forward yet again.
Amidst Zhao Xuenyang’s struggle to form hand seals, his hands were seized—utterly unable to evade, entirely powerless to resist!
Song Wanxi’s crimson eyes betrayed no emotion, her frosty face devoid of expressions, as her hands pulled—a simple motion.
With blood spraying everywhere, Zhao Xuenyang’s arms were forcibly ripped off!
In his agonized expression, Song Wanxi repeated her favored move, delivering another headbutt directly downward.
This was not due to her limitations; rather, her overwhelming strength rendered such simplicity sufficient!
Efficient, ruthless, cold!
As Zhao Xuenyang watched her stunning visage co closer and closer, her flowing black hair wild and untad, he felt as though he were falling into an endless abyss.
Ti seed frozen.
No.
Zhao Xuenyang quickly realized it was not ti that had halted, nor were these fleeting monts before impending death.
The headbutt of the beautiful demon had genuinely stopped.
Was he saved…?
Then he heard Jiang Wang’s voice—
“Zhao Xuenyang is a man of fine looks, do not mar his face.”
What could I say? he wondered.
Should I praise the little bastard for having a conscience?
Do you dare to release ?
Bah! You wretched demon-sympathizing dog, why bother with such false kindness?
In the end, he struggled to say: “Zhao Xuenyang treasures his life! Do not…”
Yet these words were all he managed.
For the demon woman’s blade-like hand had already pierced into his chest.
Oh, how cold and decisive the sensation was.
Together with his heart, she carved out his Tongtian Palace, his five Inner Mansions, his Enshrine Spirit Hall.
From then on, his Five Mansions Sea lay in silence, his Star Sea subrged, and his Primordial God Sea eternally shrouded in darkness!
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