682: Chapter 680 Qingcheng, Die!

Qingcheng took a step forward and arrived near the half-hidden middle gate.

At this time, the pitch-black flames swirling around his body had already dissipated, but the intense pain had still not faded.

In Qingcheng's experience, this pain did not act solely on the flesh; even his Soul seemed to be suffering torture, and even with his willpower, which he considered as unyielding as a rock, it was somewhat unbearable.

However, before he could catch his breath, he once again felt a chill down his spine and his heart beat wildly.

A strong warning sign rose in his heart, but having suffered severe trauma, his head was swelling, and the intense pain made his body tremble slightly.

His reaction was, after all, half a beat too slow.

Bang!!

A figure, as if piercing through invisible space, shot out from the ground beneath his feet and struck Qingcheng fiercely on the chin with a punch.

Qingcheng's chin shattered instantly.

The huge impact force caused his body to rise into the sky like a rocket, stopping at the limit of thirty meters high.

His vision instantly went pitch black.

In his blurry vision, Qingcheng saw a glowing figure with incomparably vivid colors appear before him.

Qingcheng gritted his teeth, and his remaining willpower allowed his arms to tear open a hurricane curtain wall to block in front of him.

However, the wind curtain, which on ordinary days could corrode bones and slash Souls, and could destroy a mountain or a city with a flick of a hand or a raise of a foot—even Martial Artists of the same Shengyuan Realm would not dare to easily block it with their flesh.

But at this moment, under that seemingly unremarkable fist that only carried a bit of light, it was easily pierced through like paper.

Then, with the force of splitting bamboo, it slammed over from between his crossed-blocking arms.

"How could this be..."

The moment this thought flashed through Qingcheng's mind, his chest suddenly collapsed, and his body crashed against the wall behind him like a shooting star.

Qingcheng hung on the wall like a puddle of mud. Before he could even hit the ground, countless heavy punches, like artillery hammers and dense as raindrops, landed on every part of his entire body.

Vaguely, it seemed he even heard a song in a bizarre tune.

"How lonely it is to be invincible?"

Qingcheng suspected that he was experiencing auditory hallucinations, and could not help crying out in his heart:

"My life is over!"

At this very moment shrouded in the shadow of death, countless thoughts flashed through Qingcheng's mind.

Through the clothes and attire of the newcomer, Qingcheng had already recognized that this strange glowing youth came from the same Small World as that Chu Xuan.

But he truly could not understand.

That was clearly just a Small World.

The strongest person from that Small World he had once seen displayed a strength that was at most comparable to the Martial Dao Diyuan Realm.

How long had it passed?

It was one thing that a Zhang Ziyang could fight and run, leading a bunch of madmen from the Yujian Sect all the way to the Tianxing Sea Area, and his whereabouts remained unknown to this day.

For a Chu Xuan to pop up afterward was already incredible.

Now, such a freak had actually popped up again, relying on a pair of fists to break his protective Qi and even...

"Hmm? I actually didn't die?"

Qingcheng's consciousness instantly returned.

His consciousness was scattered, and all the bones in his body were broken. That ferocious fist force should have smashed his body to pieces and blasted his willpower to scatter in an instant.

But at this moment, his Martial Dao willpower remained unshakeable, protecting the last flickering spark of life, which was lingering on like a candle in the wind.

"There is still a chance..."

Qingcheng's entire body was unable to move autonomously under the countless punches.

Yet outside his body, a faint phantom appeared, which was his Martial Dao willpower, transformed from his entire cultivation.

With a difficult step forward,

Qingcheng disappeared.

"Police" Starting Plaza.

Amidst the roaring vibrations, the sandstorms filling the sky here had all come to a complete standstill.

Minge's Incarnation turned into a ghost face, with blood staining her seven orifices.

The space above her head twisted, and a purple-black giant monster, half-illusory in body but with thick and solid arms, reached out beyond the distorted space.

As it swung continuously, wailing sounds arose everywhere, as if the heaven and earth were weeping in grief.

Under that pair of giant arms, the grey-robed youth was already in imminent danger.

The three white-robed elders of the Cangyun Sect had faces as pale as gold and were not lightly injured. Daring not to step forward easily, they all looked with solemn expressions at the grey-robed youth who was fighting Minge.

"Why hasn't Jianxu broken through yet?"

"If he still doesn't break through, he's bound to lose his life here!"

"I'm afraid he's suppressed too deeply by the aura of the Demon Lord's remains, making it hard to break through..."

"When did the Demon Lord's corpse become so terrifying? This is probably a few points of the majesty it had when it was still alive!"

"The Demon Lord's corpse has already undergone Fusion with the heaven and earth. There is only one reason for its enhancement, and that is that the Cangyun will has been more severely infected by The Gloom..."

"In the end, there is still no hope. Do we really have to submit to the demons? If there could truly be a new path, that would be fine, but what if we turn into a demon Incarnation? I'm just afraid that after we submit, our lives will be out of our control, and we will feed the demons with our bodies!"

"That's not right, there's still a chance! Minge's previous summoning of the Demon Lord was interrupted by us, and she also suffered a backlash. She won't be able to hold on for much longer!"

"Perhaps today is our opportunity to turn defeat into victory!"

"Things have reached this point, and both sides find it hard to stop. It all depends on who can hold out until the end!"

While the three were conversing, a blood shadow suddenly flashed and arrived, pausing at the edge of the starting plaza. It was shockingly Sect Leader Zhihua, who had escaped using a blood technique.

"You guys are still fighting to the death?"

"Chu Xuan already has the strength to kill those in the Shengyuan Realm!"

"He can move in and out freely by using the rules of this place. Neither Qingcheng nor I am a match for him..."

"If you guys still don't stop, all of us are going to lose our lives here!"

Her aura was withered, but her expression was stern. The whistling sound emitted from her mouth was like a sharp awl piercing into the eardrum of everyone present.

The roaring sound in the arena paused instantly.

As the stagnant sandstorms rose again, everyone's gazes could not help but turn towards Sect Leader Zhihua.

Just at this moment,

A ripple in the air rose like water ripples, and a figure stepped out from it, collapsing to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Although this person was already unrecognizable, everyone still managed to recognize him.

"Qingcheng?"

The next second, Qingcheng raised his head, exposing his inhuman face to everyone's eyes. His shattered mouth could no longer open and close, but a voice was still barely transmitted from his mouth:

"Kill... Chu Xuan first..."

Before he could finish speaking, a puff sound was heard.

A pitch-black long saber shimmering with a faint golden light stabbed out from the ground, piercing through Qingcheng's throat from bottom to top.

Chi chi chi chi——

Countless sharp spikes densely emerged from all over Qingcheng's body, like a blooming black-gold lotus.

The next instant, roaring flames erupted.

Qingcheng's body dissipated in the blink of an eye.

Only tattered clothes fluttered in the sandstorm, swirling toward the sky.

Silence filled the entire scene!

People stared blankly at this scene.

Even before they could fully digest Sect Leader Zhihua's words from just a moment ago, Qingcheng, who had just arrived heavily injured, died right before their eyes like this.

Not even a corpse or bone was left.

A head popped out from underground, swept its gaze across the crowd in all directions in the blink of an eye, let out a calm and light laugh, didn't say a single word, and then shrank back down.

Bang!!

A purple-black giant claw slapped down.

But on this yellow-sandy earth, it failed to leave even a single trace.