467: Ji Xuan's backup plan

Clang, clang, clang—!!!

The clash between the two was as fast as lightning; weaker Cultivators could only see afterimages.

In just a few seconds, they had exchanged blows thousands of times!

The Xuanyuan Sword and the pitch-black great saber collided fiercely, gold and black intertwined, creating sharp edges that tore through the Void Realm, leaving countless spatial cracks that would not heal for a long time.

Pfft! Pfft!

Several bloodlines shot out from Su Xiaobai and the Demon Lord, leaving countless wounds on each other.

After nearly half an hour of close combat.

Clang—!!!

After a fierce collision, the two retreated backward, temporarily pulling apart.

Su Xiaobai panted heavily, clutching the Xuanyuan Sword tightly in both hands; his tied-up long hair had been cut by the saber light during the battle, now falling loosely behind him, his face stained with scars and blood.

It gave off an indescribable sense of tragic heroism and desolation.

On the other side, the Demon Lord was not faring any better; the dense Xuanyuan Sword Qi continuously corroded his wounds, causing him constant, tearing pain.

Both of their bodies were rapidly healing, but in terms of speed, the Demon Lord's healing was faster.

“Heh heh, Su Xiaobai, it’s undeniable that you are truly a marvel; to push this Demonic Lord to such a state with Late Stage Second Realm strength.”

“If you reached the Half-step Third Realm, no, even Peak Second Realm, this Demonic Lord would not be your opponent!”

“But alas…” The Demon Lord’s lips curled into a sneer of mockery, “This Demonic Lord is wielding the body of the strongest creature in this Realm, the Demon Lord’s body! Its healing ability is not something you can compare to!”

“It’s only a matter of time before I exhaust you to death!”

Su Xiaobai’s expression was solemn; although the Evil Buddha Demon Lord had a foul mouth, his words were indeed true.

The Demon Lord’s healing speed was unmatched in the world; even though he had Cultivated various Body Refining methods and his physical strength far exceeded others in the same Realm, he was still a bit inferior to the Demon Lord.

Moreover, he had something even more to worry about: the Demon Lord might possess a means of resurrection.

He could resurrect infinitely within the Great Zhou territory; as the ruler of a nation, even if the Demon Lord wasn’t as abnormal as him and the Empress, he should still have similar means.

Feeling the gradually declining Qi in his body, a determined look appeared in his eyes.

“I can’t drag this out any longer; I must end this quickly!”

He didn’t give the Demon Lord a chance to heal his injuries and launched an even fiercer attack!

The Demon Lord sneered, engaging him in a battle of evasion and counterattack.

As long as he could recover from his injuries before Su Xiaobai, then Su Xiaobai would have no room to retaliate in his hands!

Su Xiaobai saw through the Demon Lord’s thoughts, and a wondrous nine-colored light suddenly burst forth from his pupils!

“Supreme Eye Technique!”

This was a Legacy left to him by the Seven Star Hall Revered Master in the Secluded Heaven.

Bing Ling, who had drunk his essence blood earlier, had comprehended this move at a critical moment against the Lihuo Flood Dragon, causing the Lihuo Flood Dragon to sink into an illusion and thus turning the tide of battle!

And as the source, Su Xiaobai himself had, of course, already comprehended this move.

At this moment, the Demon Lord was severely wounded and not at his Peak, making his resistance to illusions weakest; using this move now was perfect!

“Ugh!”

As expected, the Demon Lord’s pupils fell into a brief state of disorientation.

Su Xiaobai seized the opportunity to rush forward, and the Xuanyuan Sword mercilessly slashed down.

Pfft—!!!

A thick stream of blood shot out, and a ghastly wound extended from the Demon Lord’s shoulder down to his waist; even his internal organs could be seen.

“Ah!!”

The intense pain pulled the Demon Lord out of the illusion, causing him to let out a painful scream.

“Die for me!!”

He glared at Su Xiaobai with hatred, and taking advantage of the opponent having just finished his move, he retaliated with a saber slash!

Pfft!

“Ugh ah!” Su Xiaobai’s abdomen was cut with a huge wound, bleeding profusely, but the injury was much lighter than the Demon Lord’s.

He didn’t stop to tend to his wounds but endured the pain, relentlessly continuing his assault on the Demon Lord!

The Demon Lord retreated repeatedly in fear, “Su Xiaobai, are you crazy! If this continues, you will also die from excessive blood loss! Aren’t you afraid of death?!”

“Afraid, of course, I’m afraid.” Su Xiaobai’s eyes showed a willingness to die.

“But I am more afraid of my relatives and friends in the capital encountering danger, afraid that the Seniors who sacrificed their lives for this will not rest in peace, afraid that the Human Race will perish.”

“A race like yours, which only knows how to invade other races, will never understand.”

“There are always some things that are higher than life itself!”

Su Xiaobai raised the Xuanyuan Sword high, slashing at the Demon Lord with a suicidal exchange of injuries, “Die!!!”

“Damn it! Do you really think this Demonic Lord is afraid of you?” The Demon Lord gritted his teeth and swung his great saber to meet the attack!

Clang—!!!

The metallic clang echoed for thousands of miles, and the Void Realm trembled.

“Ah!!”

Both of them flew backward simultaneously, crashing to the ground and rolling several times before stopping, then each spat out a large mouthful of blood, mixed with blood clots from internal organs.

But the next moment, Su Xiaobai recklessly lunged forward again, stabbing the Demon Lord with one sword strike after another.

Outside the field.

The Human Race soldiers watched with tears in their eyes.

How could they not see that Su Xiaobai was fighting for his life!

“Marshal Su, you must win!”

Bing Ling and the others clenched their fists to the extreme, not even realizing their fingernails were digging deep into their flesh.

They only regretted that they had exhausted all their spiritual power in the previous battle, and now they didn’t even have the qualifications to step onto the battlefield.

Otherwise, they would surely stand by Su Xiaobai’s side, fighting alongside him, instead of being reduced to mere spectators as they were now.

Center of the battlefield.

As the saying goes, the fierce fear the ruthless, and the ruthless fear the desperate.

The Demon Lord couldn't fight with the same suicidal intensity as Su Xiaobai, and for a time, he was suppressed.

Relying on the tenacious vitality of the Demon Lord’s body, Su Xiaobai was unable to deliver a fatal blow.

“Heh heh, Su Xiaobai, are you satisfied with your attacks now? But how long can you last?” The Demon Lord glared at Su Xiaobai with resentment, a malicious look in his eyes.

“Later, in front of you, I will refine your Revered Master, your Human Race soldiers, all into blood pills, leaving none alive!”

“I wonder what your expression will be then, I can’t wait! Hahahaha!!!”

Su Xiaobai frowned deeply, his face pale, blood continuously flowing from his wounds.

“No, this way I can’t completely kill him. Is the only option to use Purple Demise’s power?” He struggled internally.

But just then, on the Demon Lord’s chest, an inconspicuous silver-white light suddenly flickered.

That was the spot where Ji Xuan’s Soul Extinguishing Arrow of Divine Cry had struck earlier.

A piece of information flooded into Su Xiaobai’s mind: [Soul Extinguishing Arrow of Divine Cry: Triggers an execution effect in a critically wounded state, ignoring all defenses, resurrections, and regeneration methods, resulting in permanent death.]

Su Xiaobai’s pupils suddenly brightened, “Thank you, Pavilion Revered Master Ji Xuan!”

He used his last bit of Qi, forming hand seals, his voice shaking the entire field.

“Ancient Celestial Destruction Art!!!”

Rumble rumble rumble ~

The sky gathered into a vortex, and an ancient, massive finger pierced through the Void Realm, descending upon the world, pressing down on the Demon Lord.

Although this time’s Ancient Celestial Destruction Art was weaker by more than one level compared to its Peak.

But for the severely wounded Demon Lord, it was fatal.

However, the Demon Lord not only showed no fear but instead revealed an uncontrollable excitement in his eyes, “Hahahahaha!!! Su Xiaobai, you fool, this King has a means of resurrection, so what if I die once?”

“And after you use this attack, you will have completely lost the means to resist; just wait for death!”

He spread his hands, not even bothering to resist, calmly accepting his death.

“Come on, kill me!”