874: Zhang Xinghe is right behind you. If you want to get it, then come and fight!

In just a few short breaths!

The monstrous God-Demon Flame suddenly retracted inward!

It was as if the flames had been instantly pulled back by an invisible giant hand, leaving only a patch of dark golden radiance flickering in the air.

A figure stood proudly once more before the Kunlun Mountains barrier!

Luo Xiu!

His body was still covered in not-yet-faded scorch marks and shallow scars; these scars were like medals of time, recording the great battles he had once experienced.

His naked upper body was muscular, with lines like those carved by a knife and axe, as if meticulously sculpted by the most outstanding sculptor.

It flowed with the primal luster of intertwined dark gold and Chaos, a luster like mysterious power from the depths of the Universe that made one dare not look directly at it.

Beneath his newborn skin, magma seemed to be rushing; that scalding magma seemed to be the source of the endless power within his body.

Those golden-dark heterochromatic eyes were more brilliant and colder than before, burning with an unquenchable fire of rage, like two suns rising from the abyss of Hell, fixed firmly upon the ten monarchs opposite him, whose expressions had changed drastically!

That gaze was like two sharp blades, piercing through their Souls, making them feel unprecedented fear.

In his hand, he now held a giant sword with a ferocious design, dark red all over, wreathed in an ominous aura of bloody Evil Qi—the god-demon greatsword!

Exquisite patterns were carved onto the hilt, appearing like runes of ancient god-demons, emitting a mysterious aura.

The sword tip pointed obliquely at the ground, its dark golden radiance flickering like a living thing, as if recounting the endless might of this sword.

One man, one sword.

A broken body bathed in fire, a proud spirit holding up the sky.

The Divine Demon pressure that rose anew, even more violent and ferocious than before he was injured, descended with a boom like an invisible, massive barrier gate!

That pressure was like a heavy boulder, pressing on everyone's heart, making them feel an irresistible force.

“Hahahaha, as expected, only this kind of battle can make this King feel excited.”

Luo Xiu's voice was hoarse, yet it rolled like thunder over the heart of every monarch, carrying the metallic tang of one who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, as if the voice came from endless darkness.

“The Star Core is right behind me; if you want to take it, then come and fight!”

He slowly raised the god-demon greatsword, and the sword tip swept one by one past Mystic Lotus, Ten Thousand Wings, White Dragon, and Ghost Soul---

Every monarch locked by his gaze felt as if their Divine Soul had been scraped by a cold blade!

The endless killing intent revealed in that gaze made them feel as if they were in an ice cellar, their whole bodies turning cold.

“Step over this King's corpse!”

The moment Luo Xiu's voice fell, it was as if an invisible giant hand had pressed the pause button on time, and the entire Kunlun Mountains were instantly plunged into absolute zero.

The howling wind ceased abruptly, and the chirping of insects and birds in the mountains and forests disappeared without a trace, as if all sounds in the world had been swallowed by this sudden dead silence.

The shock and disbelief on the faces of the ten monarchs seemed to be instantly frozen; their eyes were wide as copper bells, staring fixedly at the figure who had undergone Nirvana and Rebirth in the monstrous God-Demon Flame.

That figure loomed in the raging fire, like a demon god stepping out from the depths of Hell.

The unhealed scorch marks on his broken body were like scars carved by time, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

And the flowing dark golden luster was like mysterious runes, flickering with an eerie yet powerful aura.

The two intertwined, possessing more impact than any words, like a heavy hammer smashing hard into the hearts of the ten monarchs.

They could not believe that in such terrifying God-Demon Flame, Luo Xiu had not only survived but his aura was even more ferocious and violent!

It was like an enraged ancient Vicious Beast, his whole body exuding a chilling aura.

The god-demon greatsword was currently emitting an ominous edge; that edge was like a tangible sharp blade, cutting through the surrounding air and making a “hissing” sound.

Wherever the sword tip pointed, even space groaned silently, as if unable to bear the burden, cracking into fine black marks that spread like a spiderweb.

“Good! A fine Devil King Luo Xiu! Today, I will let you get what you wish for!”

Xuanlian Monarch's voice was slightly distorted due to extreme anger and a hint of chill he himself was unwilling to admit.

His face flushed red, the veins on his forehead bulging as if they might burst at any moment.

The black lotus platform beneath his feet spun crazily, the speed of rotation increasing, whipping up a black whirlwind.

The aura of annihilation, like a tangible black tide, surged and spread in all directions; wherever it passed, flowers, grass, and trees instantly withered, losing all vitality.

“Kill! Crush him completely! Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!”

Behind Monarch Wan Yi, thousands of large and small light wings erupted with blinding silver radiance; that silver radiance was like countless sharp blades, stinging people's eyes.

His voice was sharp and piercing, like an enraged sharp-beaked bird.

Being forced into such a situation by a Tier 3 ant was simply a supreme humiliation for him.

His body trembled slightly with anger, every pair of light wings shaking violently, as if wanting to turn this anger into power to completely destroy Luo Xiu.

No one spoke again; only the will to destroy boiled in everyone's hearts.

The ten monarchs, including Ruoshui, Tianhuo, and Ice Soul, who had just barely suppressed their injuries, now held nothing back.

Their eyes revealed determination and ruthlessness, viewing Luo Xiu as a life-or-death enemy that must be erased.

Ten terrifying energies capable of overturning stars and causing the galaxy to reverse surged forth; that energy was like ten burning stars, emitting a shocking might.

From different directions, with the determination to crush everything, they fiercely pounced toward that lone figure standing with a sword.

Under the encirclement of these ten energies, that lone figure appeared so small, as if he could be swallowed at any moment.

Facing this torrent of destruction that would make even a Tier 4 powerhouse's scalp tingle, Luo Xiu's eyes, burning with golden-dark flames, suddenly calmed down.

That calmness was like the silence before a storm, making one feel an inexplicable fear.

It was an absolute focus that had discarded all distracting thoughts, throwing all will, flesh, and even Soul into the final combustion.

He slowly raised his left hand covered with the God-Devil Armguards; the movement was like a slow-motion shot, every detail clearly visible.

The patterns on the armguards flickered with mysterious light in the sunlight, as if hiding endless secrets.

Hum—!

Above the armguards, those dormant, profound runes flowing with the luster of Chaos and dark gold instantly lit up, as if doused with scalding Divine Demon blood.

The light was like lightning, piercing through the firmament, more brilliant than the stars.

That light illuminated the entire Kunlun Mountains, as if bringing a ray of light to this dark world.

A terrifying aura of vastness, violence, and the destruction of all laws, originating from the beginning of the creation of the world, awakened from the depths of the armguards.

That aura was like an ancient Vicious Beast, carrying endless majesty and oppression, making the surrounding air become heavy.