1246: Chapter 1246 Two Great Monarchs, Old and New Grudges

It was a long spear condensed from ten-thousand-year ice; ice-blue runes flowed across the spear shaft, emitting an extreme cold capable of freezing the Soul.

The long spear pierced through the back armor of the armor of gods and demons, pierced through Luo Xiu's flesh, and emerged from his right chest, bringing with it a spray of dark golden blood!

That blood froze in mid-air, turning into dark golden ice crystals that drifted away in the Void Realm.

Luo Xiu let out a muffled groan, his body suddenly stiffening.

And another attack arrived at almost the same instant.

It was an invisible wind blade—no, not a wind blade, but a feather.

A feather as white as snow and as soft as a cloud drifted down from the Void Realm, gently slicing across Luo Xiu's left shoulder.

It looked gentle, but it was sharper than any blade.

Wherever the feather passed, the shoulder armor of the armor of gods and demons was silently sliced open, Luo Xiu's flesh was silently sliced open, and even his bones were silently sliced open!

His left arm was cleanly severed at the shoulder joint, and dark golden blood gushed out, turning into a bloody mist in the air!

"Ah——!"

Luo Xiu finally let out a low roar.

That was not a scream of agony, but anger—pure, furious anger, like that of a beast driven into a desperate situation!

His figure staggered backward, the ice-blue spear still stuck in his right chest, and dark golden blood gushing from his left shoulder.

In his heterochromatic eyes, dark golden light danced wildly, and the God-Demon Flame surged around him, burning the surrounding Void Realm until it twisted and deformed!

"Who?!"

Lu Hongyuan and the other seven were also stunned.

They stopped simultaneously, their gazes fixed on the two figures that had suddenly appeared.

In the Void Realm, two figures slowly emerged.

On the left was an ice-blue figure.

He was tall and imposing, his entire body covered in ice-blue scales, each one refracting the cold light of ice.

His face was as cold and stern as an ice sculpture, and his eyes were ice-blue, without pupils, only two dancing ice flames.

His body was suffused with an aura of extreme cold, and wherever he passed, the Void Realm was frozen into fine ice crystals.

In his hand, a second ice spear condensed, its tip pointed directly at Luo Xiu.

Frost Monarch—Tian Han.

On the right was a snow-white figure.

He had a slender figure, and on his back grew countless pairs of snow-white wings—not two pairs, not four pairs, but countless pairs, dense and layered.

Each pair of wings was like an angel's, flawless and white, emitting a holy light.

But his face was as cold as thousand-year-old ice, and in those pure white eyes, there was no emotion, only cold killing intent.

In his hand, he held a snow-white feather, the very one that had just severed Luo Xiu's left arm.

Monarch Wan Yi—Yu Qianhuan.

Two figures, two auras of the Peak of the fifth rank, pressed down like two great mountains upon this already shattered Void Realm.

Lu Hongyuan frowned tightly, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, his mind rapidly searching for information about them.

He did not know them—but their auras were too powerful, enough to rival any powerhouse at the Peak of the fifth rank.

"Who are you two?"

Lu Hongyuan asked in a deep voice, his tone carrying a hint of vigilance, "Why interfere in this battle?"

Tian Han did not look at him.

His gaze remained locked on Luo Xiu, and in those ice-blue ice flames, a deep-seated hatred danced.

"Luo Xiu."

His voice was as cold as eternal ice, and every word seemed capable of freezing the Soul, "Do you still remember this Monarch?"

Yu Qianhuan also did not look at Lu Hongyuan.

His pure white eyes were also locked on Luo Xiu, and a cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"The grudges of the past should be settled today."

Luo Xiu slowly raised his head.

The ice spear was stuck in his right chest, blood was still dripping from his severed left arm, the dark golden armor of gods and demons was shattered, and his white hair was stained with blood.

But he still stood in the Void Realm, his back straight, like a war banner that had been broken but still refused to fall.

His heterochromatic eyes gazed at Tian Han and Yu Qianhuan, a complex light flashing in them—there was memory, there was disdain, and there was a hint of... surprise.

"So it was you two."

His voice was hoarse, yet still carried that inherent arrogance, "You were defeated by this King back then and fled in disgrace; now that you have recovered your cultivation, you dare to come here to die?"

Tian Han's ice flames flickered, his voice colder still: "Back then, you used your remnant Soul to ambush us while we were severely injured; do you even deserve to say the word 'defeated'?

Today, we two have recovered somewhat, and you—"

His gaze swept over the wounds on Luo Xiu's body, and a cold sneer curled his lips, "Are at the end of your rope."

Yu Qianhuan lightly tossed the feather in his hand, his smile growing colder: "Luo Xiu, the humiliation you bestowed upon this Monarch back then, I will repay a hundredfold; severing your arm first is just the beginning."

Luo Xiu laughed upon hearing this.

The laughter was not loud, but it carried a bone-chilling mockery and madness.

He slowly raised his only remaining right arm, grabbed the ice spear stuck in his chest, and yanked it out!

"Shhh——!"

The ice spear was pulled out, bringing with it a spray of dark golden blood.

The God-Demon Flame covered the long spear, burning it to ashes.

Dark golden blood continued to gush from the wound on his right chest, but there was no expression of pain on his face.

"At the end of my rope?"

His voice was terrifyingly calm, "Do you think that just because you are two defeated opponents, you are qualified to kill this King?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Tian Han and Yu Qianhuan, and then over Lu Hongyuan and the other eight, the smile on his lips growing more intense.

"Perfect—this King was just feeling that it wasn't enough fun."

Before the words had even faded, the God-Demon Flame around him suddenly surged!

The dark golden flames soared into the sky, burning the Void Realm for ten thousand miles around until it twisted and deformed!

His aura, far from weakening due to his severe injuries, climbed to a new height at this moment!

Tian Han's expression changed slightly.

Yu Qianhuan's smile also froze.

Lu Hongyuan and the other eight were even more shocked—they had been locked in fierce battle with Luo Xiu for who knows how many days and nights, and had thought they had figured out his limits.

Yet they did not expect that he still had strength in reserve!

At the site of Luo Xiu's severed arm, dark golden light began to condense, his arm regrew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the armor of gods and demons covered it once again.

In his heterochromatic eyes, dark golden light danced wildly, like two burning stars.

"Come."

His voice was low and hoarse, yet like thunder, it exploded in everyone's ears, "Let this King see just how much weight you so-called Monarchs actually carry."

Tian Han and Yu Qianhuan exchanged a glance, both seeing determination in the other's eyes.

They knew that although Luo Xiu was severely injured at this moment, he was still dangerous.

But they also knew that this was the best opportunity—if they missed today, once Luo Xiu recovered, they would never have another chance for revenge.

"Kill!"