"Tell your na," Qingyi demanded, continuing to stare at the demonic cultist.
Neither of them paid any attention to the worm wriggling beside them.
"You can call Mo Xuetian, or the Blood Knight," the man said, his face full of amusent.
"Hm... I prefer to call you a filthy cuckold, just like your master."
To Qingyi's surprise, the mont he heard those words, Xuetian did not respond with anger.
Quite the contrary, his lips parted in a loud, booming laugh.
"I appreciate your courage, young man." Xuetian stretched. "Although it will bring about your end far too soon."
The mont Xuetian's voice fell, he disappeared. His body turned into a blur, reappearing beside Qingyi and punching with all his might.
The two fists t with a crash, right in the center of that place.
The throne Xuetian sat on was the first thing to be destroyed as the shockwave spread. The hard stone beneath his feet was turned to dust, and the bones were pushed into the rocky walls in the corner. The demonic cultist couldn't hide the surprise on his face as he was forced to take exactly two steps back. Qingyi, however, took only one.
He believed that Qingyi was, at most, slightly weaker than him. But that one contact was enough for him to be certain.
Physically, Qingyi was stronger than him.
That brought a drop of uncertainty to the man's face.
He hated uncertainty, but he also felt curiosity.
How powerful would he beco after devouring Qingyi?
In the end, his master only needed the souls.
Gritting his teeth, he extended a single hand. A long, powerful blade of blood ford from a small cut on his wrist.
His lips curled into a smile so wide that the corners of his mouth seed about to tear, a crazed and greedy light shining in them.
Qingyi drew the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, watching the first bloody slashes arrive and a figure appear behind the man.
He couldn't pay attention to this figure as he used the Third Form of the Thunderous Sword Art, breaking Xuetian's attack.
Spinning his body, he threw a flaming spear toward the demonic
cultist.
A powerful explosion echoed as Xuetian tried to parry the spear sent toward him, only to be swallowed by a sea of flas.
When the smoke from the explosion cleared and Qingyi could see the figure ford by Xuetian's Bloodline Projection, he was unable to stop his eyes from widening.
Tall, with horns black as night, a powerful body, and gray skin.
Qingyi knew that Bloodline Projection well, very well.
That was the Bloodline Projection of the Celestial Demon, the sa demon whose bloodline blessed the Mortal Heaven Demon Cult!
"You have the bloodline of the Celestial Demon?!" Qingyi questioned, gritting his teeth and also calling upon his own Bloodline Projection.
Imdiately, a black dragon appeared behind him, the stone walls shaking as its roar echoed.
Fortunately, that place was more than large enough to fit him at full strength.
"The dead don't need to know this kind of thing." Xuetian growled, preparing his blade again. His mood soured as he felt his skin burn with those cursed flas.
'Why the hell is it so hot? How high could the affinity with fire of this... this... disgusting worm be?' Xuetian wondered, watching the black dragon behind Qingyi.
He could feel his bloodline trembling, his cultivation being suppressed, and it only filled him with even more rage.
How dare that bastard make the gift he received from his Lord tremble?
Xuetian readied his blade again and then charged forward.
Qingyi did the sa. In the center of it all, the two blades clashed.
A sea of blood and thunder Qi aura engulfed everything around them, the entire cave and even the forest above being taken over by violent tremors.
The two stared at each other for a mont, the air boiling from the standoff between their Qis. Every drop of blood surrounding them was imdiately turned to vapor.
Qingyi could feel his muscles burning.
For the first ti in a long ti, he had that feeling: the feeling of pushing against a wall, of putting all his strength into his muscles and not feeling the enemy imdiately collapse under the pressure.
That wasn't bad at all.
With a thrust of his feet, he pushed Xuetian away and then attacked.
Their blades t dozens of tis in a single second, the explosions consuming everything in front of them.
Above them, the entire cave began to collapse, but that didn't matter.
Any rock that even ca close to them was imdiately turned to dust, both above and below.
Just one more clash of blades later, and the sun was already bathing
their bodies. Their weapons sparkled as they t again and again. The new opening revealed a crater more than ten kiloters long and nearly two kiloters deep.
"I think it's ti to end this, young man!" Xuetian roared, appearing in one of the corners.
His body was covered in small wounds, his right eye gouged out, his skull broken, and his left leg held in place by only a small piece of skin.
Qingyi wasn't much better either. A gash ran from his chest to his abdon; his left hand had been completely torn off, while his right hand bled profusely.
His hands closed tightly around the hilt of his sword, preventing it from escaping his grip as the Seed of Life slowly healed him. "Yes, it must be the best." Qingyi spoke coldly, moving his Shadow Qi as his enemy ascended to the skies.
Crimson wings of blood appeared on Xuetian's back, his bloody sword transforming into a spear.
Qingyi closed his eyes, calling upon his Shadow Qi, feeling all the Qi around him being sucked toward him, the deep shadows devouring
everything.
He took a deep breath. He inhaled and then attacked, using the Ten Thousand Shadows Devouring Art, noticing Xuetian's figure rapidly
approaching.
But then, at the last mont, the second before the attacks t, Qingyi felt sothing; a deep pain in his ribs.
"Die, you bastard!" Lucien roared with nothing but the deepest
hatred.
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