715: Chapter 715 Lu Xueqi and Biyao (94)

"Clang—!"

The Qingfeng Sword and the heavy sword collided, producing a crisp metallic ring.

An eerie scene unfolded.

The terrifying power on the heavy sword, enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, vanished without a trace the moment it touched the gray light membrane, like a clay ox entering the sea. No, it didn't disappear; it was "absorbed" and "assimilated" by that layer of gray light.

Qin Mu's expression finally changed.

He felt the spiritual energy he had injected into the heavy sword being rapidly dissolved by a strange power. It felt like punching cotton or water seeping into a desert—he had a body full of strength but nowhere to apply it.

"What... is this?" Qin Mu took a step back for the first time, a solemn look appearing in his eyes.

Su Han didn't answer, or rather, he couldn't.

That last strike had already exhausted his final strength. The Chaos Power attached to the Qingfeng Sword was his last resort, forcibly condensed using the Chaos Vortex in his chest as a catalyst. But the Chaos Vortex was too unstable; after absorbing Qin Mu's spiritual energy, it immediately began to vibrate violently, threatening to collapse at any moment.

"Pfft—!"

Su Han spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on one knee, supporting his body with his sword to keep from falling.

"You've reached your limit." Qin Mu saw Su Han's weakness and shook his head. "Surrender. If you keep fighting, you will die."

Su Han looked up, a bitter smile on his face. "The word 'surrender' doesn't exist in my dictionary."

He struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and injected the last trace of spiritual energy in his body into the Qingfeng Sword.

A hazy gray light lit up on the blade again, but it was much dimmer than before, like a candle flickering in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.

"In that case, don't blame me for being ruthless." A flash of severity crossed Qin Mu's eyes as he raised the heavy sword once more.

This time, he didn't hold back.

"Mystic Heaven · Return to One!"

The heavy sword rose slowly; with every inch it ascended, the Aura on the blade grew stronger. When the sword reached its highest point, the air on the entire arena solidified, as if a weight of ten thousand tons had descended, making it hard for all the spectators to breathe.

This was Qin Mu's finishing move, compressing all his spiritual energy to the extreme and releasing it in a single strike. This sword had once slain a true Golden Core Early Stage Cultivator.

Feeling that suffocating pressure, Su Han's heart was exceptionally calm.

He knew he couldn't take this strike.

In his current state, even with Chaos Power, he absolutely could not withstand it.

But so what?

He hadn't come here for victory.

"Senior Sister, I'm sorry, I might have to break our promise..." That elegant face flashed through Su Han's mind, a hint of tenderness appearing in his eyes before turning into resolve.

He injected all his remaining power into the Chaos Vortex in his chest.

If he was to die, he would die spectacularly.

"Chaos... Return to Origin..."

Su Han whispered these four words, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand slowly thrust forward.

Very slowly, very slowly.

So slow that everyone could clearly see the sword's trajectory, so slow that time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Qin Mu's heavy sword, carrying the momentum to destroy heaven and earth, crashed down.

Su Han's sword simply met it slowly and without hesitation.

At the moment the two swords met, there was no earth-shattering roar, no violent energy shock.

There was only a hazy gray light that slowly spread out from the point where the two swords met.

Wherever that gray light passed, everything became blurred and distorted, as if dragged into another dimension. The stone slabs of the arena, the flying dust, and even the spiritual energy permeating the air all dissolved and returned to origin in the gray light, turning into the most primitive state of Chaos.

"What... is this?" For the first time, fear appeared in Qin Mu's eyes.

He felt that the "Xuantian One Qi" he had cultivated for twenty years was being rapidly assimilated and swallowed by that gray light. Not just spiritual energy—even his Physical Body and his Divine Soul began to become unstable, as if they were going to disintegrate and return to Chaos.

No!

Qin Mu wanted to withdraw his sword and retreat, but he found he couldn't move. That gray light seemed to have a life of its own, entwining around his heavy sword and spreading along the blade to his arm and his body.

"No—!"

Amidst Qin Mu's unwilling roar, the gray light completely swallowed him.

At the same time, Su Han also reached his limit.

After releasing its last bit of power, the Chaos Vortex in his chest completely collapsed. The Demon Seed lost its suppression and, like a wild horse off its leash, frantically struck at the Seal.

"Crack—"

The Star Seal of Demon Suppression shattered.

Pure Devilish Qi, like a flood breaking through a dam, instantly surged through Su Han's entire body. His eyes turned a complete deep purple, strange demonic patterns surfaced under his skin, and two small, curved horns even grew on his forehead.

"De... Demonization?!"

"Su Han has fallen into the demonic path!"

"Quick! Stop him!"

The crowd went into an uproar. On the high platform, the Yunlan Sect Master's face changed drastically. He instantly appeared on the arena and struck a palm toward Su Han's forehead, attempting to suppress him.

But it was already too late.

Su Han looked up; in his purple eyes, there was no reason, only madness and slaughter.

"Roar—!"

He let out a roar that didn't sound human. The Qingfeng Sword in his hand swept out, and a pitch-black Sword Qi erupted, actually cleaving the Yunlan Sect Master's palm force apart.

"How is this possible?!" The Yunlan Sect Master was both shocked and furious. He was a powerhouse at the Nascent Soul Stage. Although that palm strike just now only used thirty percent of his power, it wasn't something a Foundation Establishment Stage—even a demonized one—could block.

Unless...

The Yunlan Sect Master looked at Su Han's chest, where the Star Seal of Demon Suppression had originally been; a rotating, hazy gray vortex had appeared.

The Chaos Vortex.

Although it had collapsed, it hadn't completely disappeared. Instead, it had fused with the power of the Demon Seed, forming an even stranger and more dangerous existence.

"Chaos... Demon Seed..." The Yunlan Sect Master's face became incredibly unsightly.

He knew things had become serious.

With his cultivation, he could still forcibly suppress and Seal an ordinary Demon Seed. But a Demon Seed fused with Chaos Power had already exceeded his understanding. Forcibly suppressing it could very likely lead to unpredictable consequences.

In the moment the Yunlan Sect Master hesitated, Su Han—or rather, the Su Han controlled by the Demon Seed—moved again.

He turned into a black light and instantly appeared before Qin Mu. At this time, Qin Mu had just broken free from the erosion of the Chaos Power; he was covered in blood, his Aura was withered, and he couldn't even stand steadily.

"Die." A cold word escaped Su Han's mouth.

The Qingfeng Sword stabbed toward Qin Mu's heart.

"Stop!" the Yunlan Sect Master shouted, striking out with full force to try and stop him.

But someone was faster than him.

A white-clothed figure appeared beside Su Han like a ghost and struck a palm against Su Han's chest.

"Bang—!"

Su Han flew backward and crashed heavily onto the edge of the arena. At his chest, that hazy gray vortex vibrated violently, and the surge of Devilish Qi came to a halt.

The newcomer was a woman who looked to be in her early twenties. She was dressed in white as pure as snow, with an exquisitely beautiful face and a temperament as cold as the moon. Just by standing there quietly, she seemed to be the center of the entire world, and everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to her. (End of Chapter)