692: Mountains and rivers may meet again!

"Yao! De! Long!" Ye Wushang's voice was hoarse, filled with deep-seated malice. "Good! Very good! This old man will remember you!"

Yao Delong had a brilliant smile on his face as he waved to Ye Wushang high in the sky, his voice full of provocation:

"Haha, Old Dog Ye, your Primordial Spirit tortoise shell is indeed hard enough! I wonder if you can take another Heart Sword from this young master?"

These words exploded in Ye Wushang's heart like a thunderclap!

Ye Wushang's pupils shrank violently! A cold chill instantly rose from the bottom of his heart!

That invisible Heart Sword just now had almost caused him to capsize in a gutter!

He had barely managed to hold on by burning his Origin, and his Primordial Spirit still throbbed with a faint pain. That kid... could do it again?!

Ye Wushang's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and his hand holding the nine nether demon refining bottle trembled slightly.

He stared fixedly at Yao Delong, trying to discern the truth from the other's expression.

Yao Delong sneered in his heart: 'Old dog, I'll scare you to death!'

Although Heart Sword Without Trace was Heaven-Defying, it consumed the power of the Primordial Spirit's Origin. Forcing a second activation in a short time,

he would first have to suffer a severe injury to his Primordial Spirit. He was gambling! Gambling that Ye Wushang wouldn't dare to take the risk! Gambling that this old Devil Head cherished his life!

"Roar! Break this damn formation for this king!!"

Inside the sword formation, the Sky-Splitting Demon King was completely enraged. He sensed Ye Wushang's hesitation and Yao Delong's threat, knowing that if he didn't escape now, he would be truly finished!

He no longer held back, suppressing his injuries and erupting with a terrifying Demon Emperor Bloodline aura.

He commanded all the remaining Yao Race elites trapped in the Trapping Immortals Sword Domain to frantically attack the sword formation's barriers!

A torrent of Yao Essence, Divine Abilities, and even self-detonating impacts from burning essence blood frantically bombarded the rotating sword shadows!

"Stubborn and foolish!" Yao Delong's eyes turned cold, the ridicule at the corner of his mouth turning into icy killing intent. "Since you're so eager to seek death, I'll fulfill your wish!"

The hand seals he held suddenly changed!

"Lesser Immortal Slaying Sword Formation — God Slaying!"

Buzz—!

The slaughtering aura of the sword formation suddenly shifted! The nine suspended ancient sword shadows instantly became illusory and transparent!

An even more eerie power, one that pointed directly at the Soul's Origin, spread out!

Countless invisible and intangible Sword Qi, yet containing the will to slay immortals and sever gods, were generated out of thin air within the sword formation's Domain!

They ignored the Yao Race's powerful Physical Body scales and armor, like countless cold Soul needles, piercing directly into the Sea of Consciousness of all the Yao in the formation, ruthlessly slashing at their demon souls!

"Awoo—!"

"Roar... No!"

Wails so shrill they didn't sound like living beings instantly resounded through the heavens and earth!

For Yao Beasts with cultivation below the Eighth Rank (Soul Transformation Stage), their demon souls were like candles in the wind. The moment the God Slaying Sword Qi swept past,

their eyes completely dimmed, and they fell from the sky in swathes like dumplings into a pot, their life force severed!

The Eighth Rank Demon Marshals were also bleeding from their seven orifices, clutching their heads and letting out painful roars as their Yao Essence collapsed and their combat power vanished!

Even that Ninth Rank Dragon-Breaking Demon Marshal let out a miserable cry, his massive body twitching violently, his Primordial Spirit severely injured, almost losing consciousness!

In just a moment! The only ones still standing beside the Sky-Splitting Demon King were a few Eighth Rank Peak Demon Marshals who were also reeling from Primordial Spirit shocks and in great pain!

The hundreds of Yao Race elites in the formation were instantly killed or wounded! It was terrifying to such an extent!

Hall Master Li and the others felt their scalps tingle and gasped! Their gaze toward Yao Delong was filled with awe and wariness!

Such means were too eerie and overbearing!

Ye Wushang saw the tragic scene in the sword formation below clearly, and his eyelids jumped wildly! That invisible God Slaying Sword Qi made even him feel a trace of palpitation!

Looking at Yao Delong's relaxed and composed manner, as if he had merely crushed a group of ants, the last trace of luck in his heart was completely extinguished.

This kid was too wicked! His methods were endless, and his trump cards were unfathomable!

If he continued to linger until Li Cen recovered, combined with this strange Yao Delong and those Eastern Region Cultivators who had caught their breath... an unprecedented sense of frustration and anger surged in his heart, but more than that, it was cold rationality!

Defeat was certain!

"Yao Delong!" Ye Wushang's voice was like nine nether ice, containing sky-toppling hatred.

"Mountains and waters will meet again! Next time we meet, this seat will surely make you taste my Nine Nether Soul Refining Technique, making you wish for life but unable to live, and wish for death but unable to die!"

He gave a final venomous glare at Yao Delong and the recovering Li Cen, then violently flicked his sleeve!

"Withdraw!"

Before his voice had even faded, Ye Wushang's figure was the first to turn into a dark stream of light, instantly merging into the Void Realm and vanishing!

Tu Wanxiong and the others didn't dare to stay, turning into black smoke and fleeing in all directions in a wretched state!

Yao Delong stood outside the sword formation, his gaze cold as he swept over the direction where Ye Wushang had disappeared, his thoughts turning rapidly.

'What a pity!' He sighed inwardly.

If it weren't for the great threat of the Sky-Splitting Demon King still at his side, he would have done everything in his power today to try and keep Ye Wushang here!

A Half-step Integration Stage old devil plus the xuanhuang dao artifact nine nether demon refining bottle—if he could be completely slain, it would definitely be a crippling blow to the Nine Nether Sect!

But Yao Delong knew very well that a starved camel is still bigger than a horse. Although Ye Wushang had been severely injured by him and Senior Martial Uncle Li,

even burning his Origin, in a desperate counterattack, he would surely possess the terrifying power to bring everyone down with him.

There were still Senior Martial Uncle Li and many fellow Disciples and Eastern Region Cultivators here, as well as the creation dao artifact on Liu Ruyan's side that needed protection. He couldn't take the risk.

'Forget it! First, deal with this disaster in front of me!'

Yao Delong's eyes turned sharp, and he instantly locked his full attention on the Sky-Splitting Demon King, who was tightly trapped by the "Trapping Immortals Form" of the Lesser Immortal Slaying Sword Formation!

This old demon king's heavy injuries had not yet healed, and he was being suppressed by the sword formation; this was his weakest moment!

If he were allowed to escape back to the Demon Domain, with his ambitious Heart-Nature and foundation as a Peak demon king, he would surely become a major threat once he recovered, with endless future trouble!

Release the tiger back to the mountain? Absolutely impossible!

His mind made up, Yao Delong no longer hesitated!

"Sword formation! Shift!"

He shouted lowly, and his hand seals changed! The Chaos Spiritual Power and Primordial Spirit power within his body surged into the core of the sword formation!

Buzz—!

The light of the sword formation Domain enveloping the Sky-Splitting Demon King and his remnants suddenly became brilliant!

The rotation speed of the nine suspended ancient sword shadows skyrocketed, emitting an even heavier spatial suppression force!

The group of demons, who were already like they were stuck in a quagmire, now felt as if a mountain of ten thousand tons was pressing down on them, making even breathing extremely difficult!

Invisible killing intent, like hundreds of millions of steel needles, frantically stabbed at their minds, causing fear and despair to spread in the heart of every Yao Beast!

In mid-air, Li Cen took a Medicinal Pill, and his aura had already stabilized significantly.

He looked at the Lesser Immortal Slaying Sword Formation below, controlled by Yao Delong, which was chillingly murderous and ever-changing, and his eyes erupted with undisguised amazement and approval!

"Good lad!" Li Cen couldn't help but clap his hands in praise.

"The power this Earth Rank 'Lesser Immortal Slaying Sword Formation' manifests in his hands is likely several times more formidable and overbearing than many Heaven Rank sword formations!

In his hands, this formation simply turns the mundane into the miraculous!"

At this time, Hall Master Li led the surviving Myriad Sword Valley Disciples, along with the remaining experts and Loose Cultivators from various Eastern Region sects, and flew to Li Cen's side.

They bowed deeply to him, their faces full of gratitude and the relief of having survived a disaster.

"In this catastrophe, if it weren't for Yin Yang Sect's Peak Master Li and True Disciple Yao's righteous intervention to turn the tide, we would surely have been unable to escape the poisonous hands of that demon king and the Nine Nether Devil Head today!

Such great kindness is etched into our very Souls!" Hall Master Li's voice was loud, carrying sincere gratitude and representing the feelings of everyone.