Chapter 1540
Chapter 1540 (Raw 1522):
Xiao Chen frowned slightly. This lightning was truly somewhat strange. Although the other party had not broken through to the Thunder Domain, progressing along the Thunder Dao like Xiao Chen did, the other party had already cultivated his lightning-attributed energy to the very peak, and even taken another path, creating something new.
Xiao Chen was only just initiated in his Saber Dao's Great Dao Energy, so he did not enjoy much of an advantage from it.
"Again!" the Thunder Sovereign shouted. The saber scar on his face looked exceptionally sinister as he threw another punch.
The Thunder Sovereign's Movement Technique was exquisite. With every step he took in the air, electricity flickered under his feet. He looked like he was walking on the ground, the energy below his feet seeming very solid, making his aura appear exceptionally stable.
The lingering Thunder Might was like a mountain peak. With every evasive step linked together, his path was like a mountain range.
By the time the Thunder Sovereign arrived before Xiao Chen, it had formed a majestic mountain range that endlessly rose up and down.
The force of this punch looked very ordinary. However, it was suffused with extremely puissant might and full of tricks.
With one look, Xiao Chen could tell that this punch was as different from the earlier punch as night and day.
Xiao Chen held the Lunar Shadow Saber by his waist, and a vast Dao Might quickly spread out, forming a faint Dao disk flickering with a faint saber light behind him.
The Dao disk spun slowly, continuously building up Xiao Chen's Dao Might, just like how a volcano stored up energy before spewing.
When the other party's fist approached, Xiao Chen shouted and decisively punched.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The two fists collided, landing on their marks. The two clashed with brute force. The report was even more resonant than thunder, the sound waves that erupted out very frightening.
However, the even stranger thing was that the space around the two had not broken.
This was because the two's auras were too strong, overly dense. Hence, the space around them turned firm and rigid.
The black lightning on the Thunder Sovereign's fist contained all sorts of shifting negative emotions. While it looked ordinary, in reality, it constantly changed, each time showing a different state.
It showed Xiao Chen all sorts of horrifying illusions. Xiao Chen's heart was not affected; his state of cycle also continuously changed.
Massacre, destruction, ruin, despair, pain, grief, and death—they all formed various illusions and dispelled the other party's negative emotional interference into nothing.
After fighting for half a day, the two had exchanged more than a thousand moves. Neither could do anything to the other.
The epic battle between the Kunlun Realm and the Demonic World intensified. Millions of cultivators, Demons, and Demonic Beasts faced each other.
The clangor of desperate battle rang out continuously. This was like hell descended on the world, Armageddon, Ragnarok, perhaps even worse than those.
As time went by, the situation turned increasingly unfavorable for the Kunlun Realm. The Demonic World's combat prowess at the Sovereign-Martial-Emperor level was three times more than the Kunlun Realm's.
At first, the Kunlun Realm could barely hold on. However, slowly, the battles turned from one-on-two to one-on-three, then one-on-four. The situation steadily worsened.
"Am I going to die?"
The Thunder and Lightning Palace's An Junxi was incredibly fatigued. He had already lost count of how many Demons and Demonic Beasts he had killed. Finally, he was blocked by three Sovereign-Martial-Emperor-level opponents. As he fought against three by himself, his resolve gradually wavered.
There were two Thunder Demon Sovereign Martial Emperors and one three-headed Demonic Hound, all of them looking coldly at An Junxi.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Suddenly, boundless snow fell in this area. Amid the snowflakes, an enormous icy palm struck the three-headed Demonic Hound.
"Ka ca!" The icy palm was like an ice mountain, directly smashing the three-headed Demonic Hound into pieces.
"An Junxi, are you really going to give up that easily?"
The one who came was Bai Wuxue. When he saw An Junxi in danger, he immediately rushed over to help.
"Don't worry. I absolutely will not die in front of you. Hahaha!"
Feeling a warmth in his heart, An Junxi laughed heartily and said, "Come, let's attack together.
"Good!"
The two fought side by side, forgoing pleasantries and throwing themselves into the slaughter once more.
While An Junxi was saved, Xia Houjue was not that fortunate. When his father finally rushed over, after dealing with an opponent, a Sovereign-Martial-Emperor-level Demonic Wolf had already bitten off Xia Houjue's lower half. Now, his lifeforce seemed faint, and death was very near.
"My son!" the White Tiger Holy Master automatically shouted hoarsely, tears and snot flowing on his face.
Xia Houjue smiled bitterly. Then, he reached up and touched his father's cheek. "Lord Father, don't be sad. This child is incompetent. My greatest regret in this life is losing your face during the King conferral ceremony, wasting all your efforts. I'm really sorry!"
"Stop speaking. It's over already. Don't worry. I'll bring you away. I'll heal you."
"Away? Where can we go? The Kunlun Realm will be gone. How can our home still remain? Lord Father…"
Xia Houjue's words stopped half-finished, and his right hand suddenly dropped to the ground. Then, as though he came back to life, the remaining half of his body soared into the air, flew to a huge Demonic Snake, and exploded with a loud 'bang.'
That Sovereign-Martial-Emperor-level Demonic Snake died together with Xia Houjue, without an intact corpse.
"Ah!"
Unable to hold back his pain, grief, and heartbreak, the White Tiger Holy Master roared as his eyes turned bloodshot, "Damn it!"
"Brother Xia…"
Feng Wuji, the Divine Martial Gate's Holy Son, who had grown up with Xia Houjue, was stunned on the spot for a while. As a result, he paid the price, receiving several more wounds on his body.
Such miserable scenes happened everywhere. The Kunlun Realm cultivators, who were at a numerical disadvantage, had to put in their very best as they had nowhere else to go. The back of the mountains was filled with innocent civilians and weak cultivators, who were not even Martial Monarchs.
To the Demonic World, such people would be like food or sacrificial goods; they could not mount any resistance at all.
"Chu Yang, I'm really tired. I feel like sleeping."
The Holy Daughter of the Cyclic Astral Palace's Moon Palace appeared pale as she leaned weakly on Chu Yang's back. She spoke very softly as if she was sleep-talking.
"Then, go to sleep. Don't think too much. I'll wake you up."
Chu Yang smiled warmly. The sword light in his hand appeared as resplendent as the sun as he chopped a Blood Demon Martial Emperor in half.
Although Chu Yang was smiling, tears silently flowed from his eyes.
"Good. Remember to wake me up. I'm going to sleep." Fu Hongyao no longer showed any signs of life. Then, she silently fell into the arms of Chu Yang, who continued to hold her up.
"Pu ci! Pu ci!"
Chu Yang had already pushed back many waves of Blood Demon Greater Heavenly Martial Emperors but was now surrounded. Before he could say anything, several swords stabbed him, and he vomited large mouthfuls of blood.
These Blood Race Greater Heavenly Martial Emperors pulled out the swords, and Chu Yang fell to his knees. With his Primordial Energy already drained, he simply could not deal with these wounds. His lifeforce ebbed rapidly, helplessly.
"Sorry, I can't wake you up."
After saying that, Chu Yang fell to the ground, dying together with Fu Hongyao.
"Damn, they finally died. This wretched couple is still sticking together even after death. Separate them and chop them into many pieces," a Blood Demon said coldly after vomiting a mouthful of blood.
Suddenly, a sword light swept across like a phantom. The heads of those Blood Demons preparing to act flew off, separated from their bodies.
A Blood Race Greater Heavenly Martial Emperor immediately shouted in horror, "Who… Who is acting all mysterious?"
"Yan Shisan."
"Ka ca!"
Yan Shisan, a swordsman of the way of killing, had appeared behind this Blood Demon Greater Heavenly Martial Emperor at some point in time. Then, with a backhand swing, he stabbed his sword into this Blood Demon's Heart of an Emperor, instantly killing him.
While Yan Shisan did not feel much about life and death, when he saw the two corpses wrapped around each other on the ground, he could not help pausing for a moment.
"Hu ci! Hu ci!"
He showed a cold expression as he looked at the two corpses. His feet did not move, but the right hand that held the sword swung around continuously. Without even a backward glance, a sword light flashed and chopped up a group of Blood Demon cultivators sneaking up on him, eliciting miserable shrieks.
In the end, Yan Shisan left. Then, he swept his cold gaze across the entire battlefield. Many places required reinforcement. After locating the group that was in the worst situation, he silently went over.
Yan Shisan was unfathomably strong. He clearly had the strength of a Ninth Heaven Martial Emperor but did not let any of his aura leak out.
Holding his murderous sword, he roamed the battlefield. No one could stop him.
After Yan Shisan dealt with another group and chopped off the head of the last enemy there, the headless body of that Demon exploded with a divine light just as he was about to sheathe his sword.
When the divine light scattered, Yan Shisan saw Di Wuque, who just withdrew his fist. These two old rivals met again under such circumstances.
"Your fist is slower than my sword," Yan Shisan said.
Di Wuque smiled and said, "However, my fist killed more Demons than your sword."
"Nevertheless, no matter how many we kill, we cannot turn the tide."
With a nefarious grin, Di Wuque asked, "Do you dare to play big?"
Raising an eyebrow, Yan Shisan prompted, "Speak."
Di Wuque looked at the sky and muttered, "The ones who can truly turn the tide are the Primes. However, the other side is detaining our Primes. As long as we can free one Prime, we can ease the current situation."
Yan Shisan casually swept his gaze around. Aside from a few areas, the Kunlun Realm cultivators under Prime were being beaten into a gradual retreat from the battlefield. Their side was like the ebbing tide. The Demons and Demonic Beasts seemed endless, pushing forward like a torrential flood.
On such a grand stage, the small victories that these two had gained were clearly insignificant.
The advantage that the Demonic World held grew increasingly larger. Soon, these two would be targeted and surrounded by some true experts.
Losing this battle would eventually affect the battles of the Kunlun Realm Primes.
Di Wuque narrowed his eyes at the Celestial Demon Monarch, the Earth Demon Monarch, and the Shadow Demon Monarch, who were currently fighting the Heaven Abandoning Deity Sovereign. "Let's go kill a Prime. Do you dare to or not?!"
"If you dare to, why not me?"
Yan Shisan had long since seen past life and death. His Killing Sword Dao did not contain the word "fear."