Yun Zheng acted immediately, casting aside his previous hesitation and indecision.
With a flick of his sword and a stomp of his foot, he charged forward, enveloped in surging sword intent.
It was exactly as he had said before.
He wasn't afraid; he was truly waiting.
He was waiting for Bai Ze to call for reinforcements.
When the leaders of the Eight Tribes manifested sanctity before the Demon Suppression Abyss, he had what he was waiting for, so he struck.
He struck with startling suddenness.
Not only did the people and demons of the two worlds not expect it, but even Bai Ze, Red Moon, and the leaders of the Eight Tribes were caught off guard.
They hadn't expected him to be so decisive.
Bai Ze was momentarily stunned but regained his composure in an instant, letting out a low shout, "Overestimating yourself!"
He flicked his wide sleeves.
With a reach of his fingers, he actually moved several massive mountains through the air. He clenched his fist, and the mountains shattered, collapsing into countless fragments.
With a violent wave, the sky full of earth and stone transformed into thousands of whistling arrows. They blotted out the sun as they lunged toward Yun Zheng.
He intended to crush Yun Zheng’s momentum and bury a city in the process.
Yun Zheng did not dodge or evade. He slashed his sword horizontally and softly uttered a single word.
"Wind!"
Suddenly, a gale arose, stretching for ten thousand miles like a sword. The sword intent carved a path, and the rain of earth and stone disintegrated upon contact.
Roars of impact resounded, exploding like spring thunder, echoing from near to far.
The youth held his sword and pierced through the sky, covering a hundred miles in just three breaths.
He raised his long sword high.
And slashed straight down.
"Slay!"
A simple downward slash.
Yet it caused the world to change color, and the layered clouds of the East Desolation sky suddenly erupted with brilliant light.
Sword qi surged, carrying the momentum of a falling meteor straight toward Bai Ze.
Seeing her Emperor neither dodging nor evading, the panicked Red Moon grew anxious.
On her delicate face, which bore a hint of sickly beauty, crimson tiger fur began to emerge in dense patches. She intended to manifest her true form to block this mountain-shattering strike for her Emperor.
However...
Before she could manifest, the man in white seemed to have anticipated her intent. He shouted, "Stand down!"
Red Moon’s movement halted, her expression stiffening.
The sword intent came crashing down.
Red Moon raised both hands to shield her face, her wide sleeves covering her body.
Yet she was still struck by the rampaging gale of sword intent and was forcibly blown back, sent flying through the air.
On the other side.
Bai Ze had been completely swallowed by the strike.
The rumbling continued as the gale ravaged the world. With the aid of his Pupil of Insight, Xu Xian saw that at the center of the rampaging sword intent, the man in white had actually torn through the wind barrier with his bare hands.
A pair of pure white wings unfurled behind him.
With a sudden flap...
It was as if space had frozen. The world-filling gale of sword intent vanished without a trace in an instant.
Bai Ze flapped his wings again. His right hand transformed into a sharp claw like that of a giant dragon as he lunged toward Yun Zheng, not forgetting to mock him:
"Good sword!"
"Unfortunately, it lacks power."
Yun Zheng remained calm and composed, saying indifferently, "Again."
He swept his sword horizontally.
A streak of sword light spread across the sky like the shimmering surface of water, seemingly dividing the world in two.
While blocking Bai Ze, the sword momentum whistled into the distance, simultaneously slashing toward the dharma bodies of the eight beast gods.
Bai Ze’s claws descended, easily tearing through the light, and he suddenly accelerated to kill Yun Zheng.
"Still not enough!"
But the phantom images of the eight beast gods further away were not so lucky.
Like "beauties emerging from a bath," they were all sliced at the waist by this sword qi.
They were heavily wounded in an instant. Their dharma bodies became unstable, nearly collapsing, and the radiance surrounding them flickered as they let out roars of fury.
"Damn it!"
"To hell with this!"
At the same time, Bai Ze reached Yun Zheng. As his claws descended, they manifested into a colossal claw that seemed capable of plucking the sun and moon from the sky.
"Die!"
Yun Zheng held his sword before him and slashed once more.
"Do you think I fear you?"
Boom!!
The clash of their ultimate moves caused the entire world to tremble violently.
The sky around them seemed to cave in, splitting into countless celestial rifts.
The eight tottering dharma bodies lunged at Yun Zheng simultaneously.
Unfortunately for them...
The two combatants were too powerful. These dharma bodies were not the actual entities themselves; while they were strong enough to suppress a region, they were simply outclassed here.
At least in the eyes of Yun Zheng and Bai Ze, they were completely insufficient.
Neither of them even bothered to divert their attention to deal with them.
The eight phantoms were shredded by the overflowing energy from the clash between the two powerhouses—some were obliterated, while others were blown back.
Simultaneously, in the heart of the East Desolation.
Eight streaks of light, carrying the power of heaven and earth, crossed mountains and rivers. They covered hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of miles in an instant...
Everywhere they passed...
Beasts bowed their heads, and birds and fish grew restless. The demon beasts of the East Desolation witnessed this and slowly turned their gazes toward the western sky, their expressions unreadable.
"The west..."
"The border..."
"Something has happened..."
Following the eight streaks of light, dozens of great demons emerged from their dens, heading west and shouting repeatedly.
"By the Emperor's decree!"
"Destroy the Wendao Sect!!"
Outside Spirit Elixir City, the Wild River boiled. Among the mountains and valleys, a violent wind suddenly rose, snapping withered branches, moving boulders, and sending dust flying.
The two powerhouses fought from the heavens to the very peak of the firmament. The dark sky grew even darker, as gloomy as ink. Behind them, the Spirit Eye and Demon Eye glowed with hazy light, swaying unsteadily.
Looking up with effort, one could see five-colored light churning within the black clouds. Terrifying figures collided from time to time, amidst sword light, wind blades, lightning, and surging waves...
The low shout of the immortal could be heard.
"You are old. When one is old, one should die."
The long cry of the beast responded.
"Arrogant brat, talking big."
After the phantoms of the eight beast gods were shredded, Red Moon did not hesitate. She manifested a bone umbrella in her hand and prepared to charge into the clouds to assist the Emperor.
Ye Xianyu struck at that moment, her extreme cold sword intent cutting through the air.
"Little kitten, your opponent is me."
Red Moon furrowed her brows. "You think you're worthy of fighting me?"
"Let's find out!"
The two clashed. The Sect Master’s sword was peerless, her strikes wide and powerful. Every slash of the immortal sword Xianyu condensed a hundred miles of frost upon the sky.
Ye Xianyu.
Sect Master of the Wendao Sect.
Ninth stage, tribulation transcendence stage.
Her spirit root was like Lin Qianqian's—an ice-type single spirit root.
Though she was only in the early tribulation transcendence stage, she did not fall behind in the slightest against Red Moon, who was in the late ninth-rank beast god stage.
It was unclear if it was because Red Moon had been heavily wounded by Yun Zheng’s earlier strike, but after only a few breaths, she was forced to reveal her true form.
One was fire, the other ice.
One was hot, the other cold.
One was massive, the other small.
They chased and fought, and the commotion they caused was actually even greater than that of the two powerhouses above.
Red Moon’s eyes grew increasingly dark as she roared incessantly. The girl she had previously looked down upon was now suppressing her so much that she had no chance to counter-attack, eventually being chased beyond the Wild River.
Unable to pull herself away, she roared at the beast sovereigns on the banks of the Wild River, "What are you all standing around for? Charge! Reclaim the Imperial Son and crush that brat!"
The beast sovereigns, who had been immersed in the battle in the sky, were forced to snap out of it, suppressing the trepidation and fear in their hearts.
They charged toward the west bank.
At this point, the battle had begun, and there were no more constraints to speak of. The treaty was torn to shreds. Today, at the Demon Suppression Abyss...
The demons and humans would have to fight until a victor was decided.
"Brothers, charge!"
"Take this chance to crush all the humans!"
Decades of East Desolation beast sovereigns moved at once. Some revealed their true forms while others sped like the wind, heading straight for Spirit Elixir City.
Atop the walls of Spirit Elixir City, the Pavilion Elders of the Wendao Sect also moved immediately.
"Go!"
Over a dozen figures charged forward without hesitation to meet an enemy several times their number.
Li Qingshan instructed, "Watch it closely. Don't leave the city!"
Without waiting for Xu Xian's response, his sword was already unsheathed, and he was gone.
Another heroic shout echoed across the battlefield.
"Come and fight!"
"I'll take on ten of them!"
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