Activating his Draconic Eyes, Qingyi studied the flow of Qi around Mochen, quickly understanding how the Heaven-Piercing Demon Sword worked.
It used so Law to suck in the life force of thousands of living beings, gathering it around his body in a hurricane of crimson Qi that slowly converged towards the blade in his hands.
"Dangerous..." Qingyi muttered, his robes fluttering under the pressure of the power gathered by Mochen.
The rear lines of the demon army desperately retreated, trying to escape the reach of the technique, struggling not to beco another sacrifice for their master.
Qingyi stretched out a single hand, opening it gently. His fire Qi exploded into orange flas, forming an ethereal, flaming spear in his grip.
Without hesitation, he hurled it towards Mochen, the surrounding air bursting before forming a perfect vacuum, creating a shockwave that swept away everything in its path.
The Demon Cult leader didn't react, continuing to gather energy incessantly, forming an umbrella-shaped barrier in front of him, absorbing the full impact of the first spear with ease.
Qingyi didn't stop.
A second spear appeared in his grip, burning with much more power than the previous one as it was launched towards Mochen.
Again, no visible effect.
This spear was followed by a third. A fourth. And then a fifth spear.
It wasn't until the seventh spear that Qingyi saw Mochen's gaze change.
The energy barrier protecting him trembled, unable to completely absorb the energy of Qingyi's attack.
Instead, it deflected all the power, a sea of fire consuming everything behind it, illuminating the Fallen Moon Forest with a light so intense that the false moon itself darkened in comparison.
"What are you waiting for? Co to your granddaddy!" Qingyi roared, spreading his arms as he summoned the eighth spear, his Qi reserves dropping to less than 50%.
The Art of the Nine Spears of Celestial Fire worked simply.
Nine spears. Each capable of carrying out a single attack. Each attack exponentially more powerful than the last, costing much more Qi.
If the ninth spear wasn't enough, Qingyi would have been in serious trouble.
But he wasn't afraid. Not now.
"You're going to die here, you insolent brat!" Mochen finally attacked, his body moving at a terrifying speed.
All that energy converged at the tip of his sword, the sharp point cutting through the space in front of him, creating powerful fluctuations in the primordial laws around them.
If that attack was sent towards the skies, it would surely be enough on its own to tear a path to the immortal heavens, even without challenging a Tribulation.
How could the eighth spear cope with such absolute power? Its tip shattered on impact with Mochen's attack, all its power dispersing into the surrounding air.
Qingyi gritted his teeth, a thin trickle of blood dripping from his lips.
With a deep sigh, he prepared the ninth and final spear, his ridians burning with the overload of Qi.
This ti, he didn't throw it, holding it firmly in his hands and aligning it with Mochen's blade.
The instant their attacks t, there was silence.
For a brief, tenuous mont; silence. Nothing but silence.
And then ca the shockwave.
There wasn't a single part of the Fallen Moon Forest that wasn't affected. Earthquakes erupted even kiloters away, the world split between Mochen's demonic Qi and Qingyi's fire Qi.
Their eyes t, full of ferocity and rage. The demon and the black dragon of their bloodlines roared at each other, their auras colliding.
Mochen kept pushing, a confident smile dominating his monstrous face.
He was afraid that Qingyi would try to dodge the direct confrontation. But fortunately, Qingyi decided to face him head-on.
There was no way that the Heaven Piercing Demon Sword would lose in a direct battle!
Or so he thought.
It wasn't long before Mochen realized sothing: Qingyi wasn't giving in.
No matter how much force he put into it. No matter how much his sword shimred with that sickly demonic Qi.
Qingyi didn't back down, not even a single centiter.
"What? Did the little cuck demon Mochen finally recognize his grandpa's power?" Qingyi teased, opening a wide smile as he put even more force into his attack.
"I hope your Celestial Demon has a wife, because then I'll have the pleasure of turning him into the Celestial Cuckold Demon!"
Those words were the last straw for Mochen.
A crazed roar escaped his lips as he poured every drop of Qi into that final blow.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Qingyi had already resisted most of his initial montum, and what was left simply wasn't enough.
Preparing himself, Qingyi also gave a final thrust.
A sharp tallic clang echoed as the spear shattered Mochen's sword into hundreds of crimson fragnts.
And he didn't stop there, plunging the tip of the spear into the Demon Cult leader's abdon, flying upwards with full force, dragging Mochen through the skies, leaving a trail of flas behind.
Mochen coughed up a large gulp of black blood.
His huge body shuddered as he grabbed Qingyi's spear with both hands, desperately trying to stop it.
"No... I'm Xue Mochen... one hundred and fourth Demon Lord, heir to the Heavenly Demon!" Mochen roared, his voice breaking. "I can't die here! Not like this!"
His mouth was shut as they hit the fake moon in the sky.
He tried to fight until the last second, but nothing he did was enough.
Leaning on Mochen's body, Qingyi propelled himself backwards.
His body fell towards the ground just in ti to see the ninth spear finally explode, taking the entire false moon with it.
Its five hundred ter diater was unable to withstand the blast of Qingyi's attack, everything around it turning to incandescent dust.
Nothing remained. Not the false moon, not Mochen's body, not even his soul escaping annihilation.
When the blinding light of the explosion ceased, the Forest of the Fallen Moon darkened again, only faintly illuminated by the little light from the sky that overca the shadows of the mountains that surrounded it.
A region of ten kiloters had been totally devastated by the battle between Qingyi and Mochen, transford into a desert of ash and molten glass.
"Husband!" Biyue appeared at Qingyi's side, hugging him tightly, her huge breasts drowning him in a sea of softness.
"Careful, you'll suffocate him to death!" Feiyan scolded Biyue, who imdiately pulled away, only to have her place stolen by the tanned beauty.
"Ah... what? Did you think your husband couldn't do it? Hahaha..." Qingyi laughed tiredly, one of his hands gripping Feiyan's waist while the second pulled Biyue closer.
Mochen was strong, the most formidable enemy he had faced since arriving in this world.
He was worthy of the title of the most powerful transcendent of the last fifty thousand years.
Fortunately, it was over.
Soon, all of Qingyi's other wives appeared, hugging him tightly and tending to his wounds.
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