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Chapter 238 - 235 "Demon Emperor" Descends!

Chapter 238: Chapter 235 "Demon Emperor" Descends!

The long saber, mingled with rolling Demon Qi, nearly cleaved through the void as it chopped down toward the Fist Seal.

At the same time, the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect and Chao Lu went all out.

Blood red and golden light, like two torrents, followed the long saber and crashed into the Fist Seal.

"This demon is not bad!"

Liang Hui’s eyes shimmered slightly as he felt a slight pain emanating from the Fist Seal.

However, with a thought, the True Qi within his body burst forth in full force, and the Fist Seal instantly collided with the descending long saber, as well as the gold and red torrents.

Boom!! Boom boom!

The sound of the collision echoed through the void.

The Fist Seal and the long saber, along with the gold and red torrents, were locked in a stalemate, continuously grinding against each other in an extremely short period.

Within moments, the two had collided thousands of times, emitting light that engulfed the void, rendering everything else dim.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The scattered traces of energy burst like thunder, and chunks of snow-white debris scattered, as if entire hills were falling.

"Truly powerful!"

Amidst the collision, Yin Teng exclaimed in admiration as he watched the long saber crumble bit by bit.

With a flick of its serpent tail, it let out a whoosh and retreated.

Liang Hui’s eyes were cold and fierce, and the Fist Seal thundered forward.

At the same time, an extremely strange roar erupted above the edge of the fist.

Time seemed to come to a standstill at that moment, with only the Fist Seal continuing to press forward, shattering the gold and red torrents, smashing into the bodies of the two and the demon.

"Ah!"

"Demon Emperor!"

Among the endless fist light, Yin Teng summoned the strength of his bloodline to scream out loud.

The next moment, under the watchful gaze of the Red Lotus Holy Mother who was entangled with the Red Cloud Dao Sword, Yin Teng’s monstrous demonic body suddenly exploded!!

Its demonic body flew across, like a long river of blood, spewing out torrents of blood!

Tinting a vast expanse of the void red.

Large chunks of flesh and bone, like stones, streaked across the void, falling everywhere.

After flying for hundreds of miles, the towering figure of Yin Teng was reduced to only half a carcass.

Compared to Yin Teng, the Khan of the Grassland Tribes, Chao Lu, faced an even more tragic end.

With a single punch, his body and even his soul shattered and turned to dust.

The Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect turned pale, blood flowing from her left shoulder, her remaining left arm also crushed under the force of the fist.

She knew this was Liang Hui, intentionally holding back.

Her countenance was desolate, with a persistent chill in her eyes.

Taking large strides forward, she had never regretted her choice, and with things come to this point, she was prepared to die spilling his blood.

The various contingencies she had arranged and countless schemes she had struggled with now all seemed like a joke.

Liang Hui retracted his punch and stood, his gaze lowered to a shallow cut on the back of his hand, from which golden blood seeped out.

With a shake of his arm, he flung off the blood and Demon Qi.

He then looked at the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect, who was striding toward him, with an indifferent expression, glancing at her only once.

Stepping forward, he moved toward where the demon corpse had fallen, casually thrusting his spear-carrying arm at the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect.

Stab!

The peerless edge pierced through infinite Demonic Path secret techniques in an instant, impaling the chest of the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect.

Forcing her to kneel on the ground, unable to get up.

The young man stepped forward, and as he passed her body, he let out a sneer.

"So mediocre, how dare you entertain ambitions of ants devouring the sky."

Without waiting for the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect to respond, he had already reached the remnants of Yin Teng.

Suddenly, Liang Hui halted his steps, his expression for the first time turning solemn.

Yin Teng, who should have been barely breathing, suddenly closed his eyelids and flipped over his mutilated palm.

Raising a huge painting, in it Myriad Demons and all creatures worshiped a blurred figure.

And this blurred figure, at this moment, was becoming increasingly clear, as if it would step out of the painting.

Terror!

Greatest terror!

His mind and body instinctively felt an immense threat.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Flowing Light Bell which had been left outside to seal the void, instantly broke through space and appeared in his palm.

Grabbing the bell, he directly smashed it down on the painting.

Clink! Clink!

Beneath the light laughter like silver bells,

Yin Teng suddenly exploded, turning into a bloodstained and tattered banner.

This banner, blending illusion with a tinge of reality, was filled with scratch marks and blood, fluttering without wind.

The bloodline was ascending, summoning, while the soul was shattering.

A phantom blood-colored door appeared, and a white jade-like arm emerged from it, grasping the flagpole.

"Another failure?"

A gentle voice, tinged with a touch of helplessness, echoed.

Yet the movement in the palm did not slow in the slightest, wielding the banner and striking directly at the bell.

Clang!

For an instant, heaven and earth came to a standstill, as both space and time fell into stagnation.

Within thousands of miles, the wind was still, the clouds unmoving, even the rays of light ceased to flow.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

Suddenly, heaven and earth roared, various radiance emerged from the collision, and all manner of mystical phenomena appeared.

Immortal radiance competed with sacred demonic power in a fierce battle.

Crack!

The flagpole broke, the banner was shattered, the arm dissipated, and even the blood-colored door was instantly smashed to pieces.

But at this moment, Liang Hui felt not the slightest joy, for the figure from the painting had already stepped out.

The Demon Emperor, had emerged from the painting!

It was a human-shaped figure, not particularly tall, draped in a snow-white robe, with dark hair held up by a jade hairpin, its features blurry and indistinct.

Only a pair of curious eyes was clear.

The moment she appeared, divine lights in streams, strands, and rivulets cascaded like waterfalls in the void, with countless rays transforming into true dragons soaring and immortal phoenixes circling, all shrouding her.

All directions were silent, as if countless beings were kneeling towards this place.

"Not even the true body, yet dare to deceive and play tricks, kill!"

An explosive, domineering, and mountain-like momentum ascended.

Liang Hui, embracing the Flowing Light Bell, turned into an undying ray of light, shattered the mystical phenomena, and charged at the ethereal figure.

"Divine Emperor?"

As if whispering, as if muttering.

The figure enveloped in radiance slowly extended a palm, blocking it before the flowing light.

Clang!

The delicate palm, pressed against the bell, emitted a sound akin to the collision of gold and iron.

Mountains and rivers within thousands of miles were smashed to pieces at this moment, ground into dust.

"The bell is not bad, but you are too weak now."

The voice was serious and gentle, as if stating a fact.

Kill!

Without a trace of intent to reply.

Liang Hui’s expression was calm, holding the Flowing Light Bell, he charged with all his strength.

Eternal radiance filled the heavens and the earth as the bell’s toll resounded through mountains and rivers.

The sound of collisions continuously emanated from the two figures.

Liang Hui, with the bell in hand, kept retreating, while the Demon Emperor advanced in great strides.

With a fighting spirit that reached the sky, every palm struck down turned mountains to ash, and all living beings to annihilation, causing the Flowing Light Bell to toll deeply.

The two were at least three major realms apart, and Liang Hui, even with the Flowing Light Bell, could not counterattack this avatar of the opponent.

The youth’s gaze was cold and piercing.

He didn’t plan to drag it out any longer, the longer the delay, the greater the uncertainties, it was time to end this slaughter.

Liang Hui, wielding the radiance, charged once again.

In the moment just before reaching the Demon Emperor, he roared inwardly:

’Explode!’

Crack!

A crack akin to a centipede appeared atop the bell.

Endless power, under Liang Hui’s command, thunderously smashed into the Demon Emperor.

At this moment, the Demon Emperor obviously hesitated for a moment, then appreciation appeared in her eyes.

Following that, she was submerged in the endless tidal wave of energy.