The sword's tip severed the air, its momentum like an evening tide playing with the waves, overwhelming and vast.
The red-clad woman attempted to intercept it with her bare hands, not expecting the demonic barrier she had condensed with her eighth-rank cultivation to be cleaved open so easily by the sword's edge.
However.
She had already known this sword was extraordinary and understood this man was no simpleton. She did not underestimate her enemy and had her own hidden cards.
From beneath her crimson sleeves, her hands reached out, permeated with countless scarlet streaks. Upon her once-fair skin, long lines of blood-colored energy swam like serpents.
They condensed into a blood-red bone claw as thick as a pillar.
It firmly gripped the black sword.
Boom!
Airwaves rolled, and the wind was torn asunder.
The sword's edge was brought to a dead stop. Blackness and blood-red mingled, clashing in an scorched friction.
Xu Xian was slightly surprised.
He thought to himself that she truly deserved the title of an eighth-rank demon king; her strength was indeed formidable if she could catch a Yellow Spring Burial with her bare hands.
The woman in red was also shocked.
The moment she gripped the sword, a sensation of extreme cold actually traveled up her arm and through her sleeve, surging through her entire body.
That bone-chilling cold moved even her.
The two remained in a brief stalemate.
The red-clad woman spoke from the bottom of her heart.
"A fine sword!"
Xu Xian said nothing. He merely focused on pouring spiritual qi into Yellow Spring Burial. At that moment, the sword seemed to awaken from a deep slumber, erupting with countless wisps of black mist.
A single wisp was a strand of sword intent.
Ten thousand wisps were ten thousand strands of sword intent.
They raged and intertwined, surging into the sky like a shadow god from hell, enveloping Xu Xian's body and swallowing everything in their path without restraint.
Even the red-clad woman before him was engulfed.
Seeing this, the woman in red refused to be outdone. Her entire cultivation erupted, her blood-red brilliance cascading down like a waterfall, surging violently.
On one side was the blood-red brilliance, like a bloodthirsty ferocious beast.
On the other was the freezing black mist, a shadow god from hell.
It was crimson against black.
A red-clad woman against a white-haired youth.
Neither gave an inch, both intent on suppressing the other with their aura.
"What is the name of this sword?"
"The sword is named Dog-Slayer, forged specifically to butcher bitches."
"Crude."
"You talk too much."
Xu Xian took the initiative to use the opposing force to release his grip. He performed a hand seal and recited an incantation. A Wind Talisman assisted him as he moved for a rapid kill.
The red-clad woman was naturally unwilling to yield, manifesting her own top-tier heaven-grade demon weapon to fight him.
After only a few exchanges, they were locked in a stalemate.
You attack, I block.
You strike, I evade.
The two fought with broad, sweeping movements. The gale blew fiercer and fiercer, yet it could not stop the rising smoke and the deafening explosions.
"What is your name?"
"I'm your father."
The red-clad woman, insulted by Xu Xian time and again, was already fuming with rage.
"Ignorant fool, you seek death."
Their figures appeared here one moment and were fighting up above the next.
Chi Ji had retreated from that battlefield early on, keeping herself as far from the center of the turmoil as possible.
Standing on the unrecognizable ruins far away, she looked back.
It wasn't that she didn't want to help or that she was waiting to take advantage of the situation.
It was simply that a battle of this level had already far exceeded the scope of her abilities.
Even if she stayed, she couldn't help. She might even distract Bai Mang and give the opponent an opening, only adding to the mess.
At a time like this, she felt that watching was wiser and more reliable than fighting.
Waiting for the situation to change while keeping herself safe so that Bai Mang had no worries was the best strategy.
The two fought more and more fiercely. Before long, Xu Xian was forced to use the Green Lotus Sword Song by the woman before him.
Furthermore, to achieve absolute suppression and throw her off balance.
He started with the sixth sword: Sword Flower Drunken Spring. It was like planting a green lotus in a fire, its killing intent reaching an extreme.
Even though he was only in the sixth stage, he maintained a constant offensive posture.
Xu Xian knew.
He couldn't give her a chance to break free; otherwise, if the roles of offense and defense flipped, he would be in big trouble.
As the saying goes, the best defense is a good offense.
Although the red-clad woman hadn't fallen into a disadvantage, she felt an indescribable sense of frustration.
She was an eighth-rank demon king. Even in the entire Demon Abyss.
While her rank might not be in the top hundred.
It wasn't far off.
Yet today, she was being suppressed and beaten by a mere sixth-rank demon master stage brat.
That was a difference of two major stages!
In all the world, whether one practiced the immortal way, the spirit way, the beast way, or the demonic way, everyone knew that from the fifth stage onward, each stage was a new heaven, a chasm between worlds.
Even if this white-haired boy held a sword that surpassed immortal and demon weapons, it shouldn't be like this.
And his sword technique.
She had never seen it before.
Within the Demon Abyss, the heavenly demon race had eight great surnames, two priests, and ten demon gods.
Over ninety percent of those in the demon king stage came from the eight great surnames.
Those eight families had the deepest foundations. Many used swords, and more than one family possessed divine abilities with sword manuals.
But she had never seen any family use this particular set of sword techniques.
That azure-tinged sword intent... Could it be the legendary sword art of the 【Qing Family】?
And where did this sword come from?
He was clearly just a third-class demon. What right did he have to practice such a good sword art? What right did he have to use such a good sword?
Her mind gradually became agitated, and her attacks grew more chaotic.
If the enemy before her were also a heavenly demon, it would be one thing. But he was just an ordinary third-class demon. That natural sense of superiority she had carried her whole life was being trampled upon at this moment.
Silently trampled.
It was no different from a collapse of faith, a subversion of her understanding.
She activated the bloodline divine ability unique to the demon race. Blood-red mist churned and flowed backward, tearing through everything.
Beneath her golden mask, her expression became hideous as she roared with rage:
"Who exactly are you?"
Xu Xian's killing intent was heavy, but his voice was light, filled with contempt and provocation.
"The one who will take your life."
"You really deserve to die."
"Getting desperate?"
"I will tear you apart, seal your soul, and throw you into the Demon Void, ensuring you can never be reincarnated!"
She grew increasingly violent, attacking frantically, which played right into Xu Xian's hands.
With his Pupil of Insight, even when facing an opponent at the early eighth stage, he could attack and defend with ease without showing any weaknesses.
If the opponent had focused solely on defense, it would have been difficult for him to win.
But because she was forcing the attack and had been provoked, she would eventually reveal a flaw.
In a battle of this level, victory and defeat often hinged on a single thought.
Chi Ji witnessed the entire process. Compared to the red-clad woman in the middle of it, Chi Ji was younger, had less experience, and a lower cultivation. Logically, her insight should be inferior.
However, regarding Xu Xian's logic-defying performance, she remained exceptionally calm.
This was not surprising.
If the red-haired woman could have seen Xu Xian's performance inside that formation, Chi Ji thought she would be able to come to terms with it too.
Bai Mang stepped on sixth-rankers like mice and slaughtered seventh-rankers like dogs.
Now, with an even more vicious sword, fighting to a draw with an eighth-ranker...
Was it really that strange?
However, there was one thing she shared with the red-haired woman.
And that was that she too was trying to speculate about Bai Mang's origin and background...
In the Demon Abyss, the identities of the heavenly demon race were not a secret. Eight families, eight hair colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, azure, purple, gold...
They were the eight colors.
But they were also the eight surnames.
Just like her—red hair, twin horns, and emerald eyes—she belonged to the Chi surname. The red-clad woman had blue hair, twin horns, and emerald eyes, so she had to be of the Lan surname.
Among those with the Lan surname, there were only a dozen or so great demon king experts.
Among the women, there were only three. It wasn't hard to guess who she was.
But...
Bai Mang clearly had white hair.
Logically.
He shouldn't possess things that even the heavenly demon race didn't have.
There was only one possibility.
Was his hair dyed?
But was that even possible?
Chi Ji had no answer.
The struggle between the two continued. They fought from the ground to the sky, from inside the town to the outskirts. The dense forest was set ablaze, and the earth was gouged open.
What met the eye was the deep scarlet of blood and chilling killing intent.
It was black mist carrying azure sword intent, wreaking havoc upon the world.
Chi Ji dodged from time to time, avoiding the aftershocks of the battle, not forgetting to silently cheer for Bai Mang.
"Go on, you must win!"
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