“White Demon, Xu Xian of the Wendao Sword Sect is here! Come out and face your death!”
Lu Yuan, playing the role of Xu Xian, shouted provocatively in front of the crowd.
It was exactly like the scenes where Xu Xian used to shout in front of other people's gates.
If not identical, it was remarkably close.
The only difference was probably in their vocabularies.
Lu Yuan’s word choice was lacking; he just kept repeating the same few lines.
“Come out and face your death...”
“You shrinking turtle...”
“I’ll count to three...”
“I’ll wipe out your demon race...”
The members of the demon race stood ready. Even though there was only one person, they treated him like a formidable enemy.
However, they couldn't help but feel that something was off.
Many of them grumbled inwardly.
Then start counting already!
Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, another wave had risen.
Xu Xian, the man whose name shook the world and who had recently vanished, had actually appeared?
It was unexpected, yet it made perfect sense.
All they knew was that they were about to see a good show.
Everyone watched with anticipation, wondering if Xu Xian could slay Bai Mang...
They hoped he could.
Not just the Wendao Sword Sect, but the thousand sects and ten thousand races of the Central Province, the demons of the North Sea, and the tribes of the East Desolation—all of them wanted Xu Xian to win.
Even though ten days ago, Xu Xian had also tormented them just like Bai Mang had.
But Xu Xian had killed to save people, forced by the situation and necessity. Bai Mang was different; Bai Mang was truly murderous.
He was unreasonable.
One couldn't say he was wrong, but he certainly wasn't anything good.
That, they thought, was probably the difference between the righteous path and the path of evil.
Both were geniuses and peerless monsters, yet one drew his sword out of necessity for self-preservation, while the other was bloodthirsty and devoid of conscience...
“The last hope of our human race, kill that son of a bitch...”
“Xu Xian rose to fame very early; he has a chance...”
“A true battle of destiny. Whoever wins will be the strongest youth in the history of Fanzhou...”
“One is a disciple of the Sword Ancestor, and the other has the Immortal-Demon bloodline. This is truly something to look forward to...”
Even if this was their first actual confrontation, rumors about the two of them had long existed in both the Demon Abyss and Fanzhou.
The tower in the Half-Step Human Realm in the Central Plains had even speculated on their relative strengths.
They had asserted that these two would inevitably fight one day.
They just hadn't expected this battle to come so soon.
They had been waiting for a long time.
At least, those from the Demon Abyss were.
Bai Mang walked forward with his long sword over his shoulder. The demons instinctively stepped aside, clearing a wide path.
“The Young Lord is here...”
“Quick, move out of the way...”
Accompanied by Chi Ji, 'Bai Mang' walked to the front, confronting Lu Yuan's 'Xu Xian' from across the clearing.
Lu Yuan’s gaze fell upon Chi Ji once again, his eyes deep and pensive...
Chi Ji met his gaze, feeling an inexplicable nervousness in her heart.
She wondered, 'Has he recognized me too?'
Little did she know, Lu Yuan was simply trying to use his eyes to peer through her armor, checking if his Immortal King's Cloak was still there...
Just thinking about how Xu Xian was using his things to pick up girls made him burn with anger.
How could there be someone as shameless as Xu Xian in this world?
Amidst the standoff, Xu Xian asked calmly, “So you are Xu Xian? The little grand-uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect?”
Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment.
'Don't you know whether I'm Xu Xian or not?'
“That's right!”
Xu Xian clicked his tongue and teased, “Rumor has it that you entered the immortal sect at twelve, broke the sword stele, and spent four years in sudden enlightenment before leaving the mountain. You completed body refining in three months, qi refining in ten, and established your foundation in less than a year. At seventeen, you returned with an immortal sword. In Yecheng, you slew a nascent soul evil cultivator while only at the foundation establishment stage, and you can even summon a divine sword... You are a genius like no other in the ten thousand years of the human race...”
Xu Xian said a lot in one breath.
He listed his life's achievements in detail.
The people nearby were dazed as they listened. Why did it feel like the Young Lord admired this Xu Xian? There seemed to be a certain emotion mixed in his tone.
Admiration?
Could they be mistaken?
They must have misheard.
Chi Ji also gave him a strange look.
Even Lu Yuan himself couldn't stand it. He had never seen someone so narcissistic, blowing his own trumpet like that.
He immediately got to the point. “Enough nonsense. Since you know how powerful I am, hand over the captives and offer your head. Otherwise, this Patriarch will wipe out the demon race.”
“You’re quite arrogant!” Xu Xian laughed heartily. “But this Young Lord likes that.”
Xu Xian spread his hands and continued to ask, “Tell me, do you want to fight one-on-one, or do you want a group brawl?”
Following the planned script, Lu Yuan pulled his heavy sword from the ground and pointed it at Bai Mang. “Whatever you want...”
Xu Xian cracked his neck to both sides, a playboy-like smirk playing on his lips. He said with overbearing dominance, “No one is allowed to help. Today, I’ll properly experience the sharpness of your edge, Xu Xian.”
With that, he charged forward.
Lu Yuan also rushed out to meet him.
The show had begun.
The battle between the two erupted in an instant. Though they had exchanged harsh words and every move seemed lethal, they were both acting with ease.
Unlike the previous fighting style, this time, they were going at it for real with their weapons.
The two immortal swords collided frantically as they chased each other through the burial ground...
Furthermore, they ran wherever there were many people and charged wherever the space was open.
The reason was simple.
The script required it.
Previously, they didn't want people to see, so they had shrouded the area in dust and smoke.
Now, they were afraid others wouldn't see, so they fought while constantly moving around.
Xu Xian wanted to tell these people that Bai Mang and Xu Xian had a grand battle, and in the end, Xu Xian was narrowly defeated...
Why a narrow defeat?
If he lost too badly, it would be his own face he was losing.
Xu Xian cared about his reputation too.
Of course, the main thing was that it couldn't look too fake.
After all, he had a reputation to maintain.
...
“They’re fighting...”
“So fast...”
“The sword techniques are so overbearing...”
“They’re evenly matched...”
People's hearts were in their throats, especially those from the Wendao Sword Sect and the Demon Abyss.
The members of the Wendao Sword Sect even took the opportunity to charge out together while the two were fighting.
Led by Lin Qianqian, they prepared to break through the Demon Abyss's battle formation and rescue the captives.
Xu Xian saw this and thought, 'Oh no.'
Were these kids really this fierce?
A little over a thousand people were going to take on tens of thousands from the Demon Abyss?
In terms of courage, there was nothing to say.
The timing was also well-chosen. With Bai Mang occupied, now was the best time to save the people.
The others didn't move because they had been frightened out of their wits by the previous battle and had lost their spirit.
The Wendao Sword Sect was different.
They dared to fight, and they could fight.
Naturally, Xu Xian couldn't let a tragedy unfold. If they really started fighting, there was no telling how many more demons and Wendao Sword Sect disciples would die.
Enough people had died already.
He gestured to Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan understood. He roared during the battle, shouting back the Wendao Sword Sect crowd.
“Get back!”
The disciples of the Wendao Sword Sect didn't understand the little grand-uncle's command, but he was their little grand-uncle, so they had to listen.
They stopped unwillingly, watching anxiously.
The two fought for a long time, from one end of the burial ground to the other, locked in a stalemate.
The fighters weren't tired, but the spectators were getting exhausted.
They inexplicably began to feel a bit bored...
And as they fought, the time finally reached its final countdown.
The ten days had passed.
There was a disturbance in the sky, drawing everyone's attention away from the duel.
Ripples spread, and the blood suns turned a deep crimson.
The tiny characters on the high-hanging Heaven Rank vanished, replaced by a glaring merit point score.
[138,415]
With every digit accounted for, it signaled that it was over...
A voice seemed to ring out in everyone's mind.
[Ten-Day Slaughter!]
[The End!]
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