The black and white lights changed unpredictably, making the people who cared about him feel uneasy and uneasy.
Ao Jiao showed a nervous expression. She knew that Xiao Chen was about to forcefully break through again. If he succeeded, he would enter the fifth layer of the Life and Death Art. If he failed, everything would be over.
Without a doubt, the further he went, the higher the chances of failure would be. The difficulty would multiply. It would be hard not to worry.
"Xiu!"
Suddenly, the light on Xiao Chen's body stopped flickering. A new ring of light appeared behind him. He had succeeded in forcefully breaking through to the fifth layer of the Life and Death Art.
Between life and death, Xiao Chen, who was sitting cross-legged, felt the vast Mental Energy in his sea of consciousness slowly gathering.
It was like a pile of liquid metal that was constantly being molded and changed its shape. After five life-and-death junctures, this enormous mental power had molded it into a blurry human silhouette.
Xiao Chen felt that as long as he cleared the remaining two layers of life and death and cultivated the Life and Death Art to the seventh layer, he would experience a qualitative leap, a change that he could not predict.
However, if he failed, his mind would crumble. The consequences would range from becoming an idiot to brain death.
The danger was great. However, for the sake of the belief in his heart, he had to persevere.
Xiao Chen clenched his teeth. He endured the immense pressure and the pain of switching between life and death. Then, he resolutely chose to continue cultivating the Life and Death Art to the sixth layer.
One day. There were only two days left before the Human-Demon Paradise closed. Xiao Chen was still trying to break through to the sixth layer of the Life and Death Art.
Another day passed. Xiao Chen successfully broke through to the sixth layer of the Life and Death Art and made preparations for the seventh layer. However, there was only one day left.
If Xiao Chen failed to break through, then the instant he was sent out of the Human-Demon Paradise, he would suffer the combined attacks of the eight half-step Emperor Wu's.
Not only would he suffer severe injuries, but the backlash from the Life and Death Art being interrupted would also be even more severe.
However, Xiao Chen used two days to break through to the sixth layer. No matter how one looked at it, one day would not be enough to break through to the seventh layer.
Heavy anxiety flashed in Ao Jiao's eyes. After she used some peak Medicinal Pills from the Thunder King's Secret Treasures, she managed to stabilize Dugu Ao's injuries.
Dugu Ao's lifeforce stopped flowing away. However, he remained unconscious, resisting the healing from the Demonic Race bloodline. His situation was still not optimistic.
Ao Jiao and Mu Xiyan were both somewhat anxious. They could not think of any good ideas.
Outside the stele, the sun was setting in the west and the sky was getting darker. The eight half-step Emperor Wu sitting around it all had a cold smile on their faces.
When the sun rose again, Xiao Chen and the others would be forcibly teleported out. It would also be the time for them to make their move.
This time, they would not give Xiao Chen any chance. It was impossible for a descendant of the Qing Emperor to become an emperor!
A large number of demonic hybrids were gathered around the stone stele, and none of them seemed to have any intention of leaving.
Everyone knew that the white-robed bladesman would be sent out at daybreak.
Although Xiao Chen believed in his heart that the white-robed bladesman was already a dead man, he still wanted to take one last look. He wanted to take a look at this white-robed bladesman who shocked hundreds of people with one shout.
Even if such a person died, he would have a different kind of elegance.
"It would be best if we can drag a few half-step Emperor Wu down with us. This group of bastards is too overboard!"
Someone could no longer suppress the rage in his heart. As he looked at the eight half-step Emperor Wu, he cursed in a soft voice.
"Damn! Be quieter. Don't let this group of people hear you. Didn't you hear from those seniors that these foreign half-step Emperor Wu all have Primes backing them? We cannot afford to offend them. "
"With Primes backing them, they can casually kill us Demon mixed-blood mixed-blood?"
"What can we do? After the Blood Sword Sovereign, our Demon mixed-blood did not have another Prime. We are only alive because of the agreement between the five races and the Blood Sword Sovereign."
The person who cursed first sighed silently. How could he not understand such a principle? However, he still felt dissatisfied in his heart.
"Originally, Dugu Ao possessed a perfect Demon bloodline and could have reached the same height as the Blood Sword Sovereign. Unfortunately, it is hard to say whether he is dead or alive now …"
"That might not be the case. Perhaps Dugu Ao is not dead yet. Everything will be clear in the morning."
"So what if he is not dead? When the morning sun rises, the Human-Demon Paradise will close. He and that white-robed bladesman, who were sent out, will not be able to escape death."
Low sighs and soft discussions filled this group of Demon mixed-blood cultivators' rage and helplessness.
As they looked at the eight half-step Emperor Wu, they all had hostile gazes. However, there was nothing they could do. What could they do? No matter what they did, they would not be a match for a Prime.
No matter what, they could not change anything. Perhaps they really had to place their hopes on that white-robed bladesman. Let's see if he could drag a few people down with him before he died.
That way, they would be able to vent some of the hatred in their hearts.
This night was incredibly long. None of the Demon mixed-blood cultivators present had ever experienced such an unbearable night. They probably all held some anticipation in their hearts as they waited. Perhaps that white-robed bladesman might be able to create another miracle. ---
The darkness in the overcast sky slowly faded, and dawn approached.
In the east, a ball of flame was hidden in the dark clouds, trying to break free from the last shackles and illuminate every inch of the land.
Some people said that every sunrise symbolized new life and hope. The rising sun was always the most magnificent and enchanting scenery in the world.
However, why did the rising sun that was about to appear today feel like it was announcing the arrival of death? It was strangling everyone's hope.
The night was long, and there would always be the moment when the sun rose, whether you were willing or not.
The night would eventually pass.
The tens of thousands of Demon mixed-blood cultivators on the desert islands all focused their gazes on the east, counting in their hearts.
The eight half-step Emperor Wu's opened their eyes at the right time, staring at the top of the stone tablet. Once the sun rose, they would launch a thunderous attack.
Life or death, the answer would be revealed soon.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three …
Before he could count to ten, the sun, which had been waiting for a long time in the far east, leaped out impatiently.
It announced the existence of the blazing sun to the world, sweeping away all the darkness.
That sun was extremely beautiful. One would never tire of looking at it, intoxicated and addicted to it.
"It's coming!"
Someone sighed silently. Everyone knew what the appearance of the rising sun signified.
It meant that the genius with the perfect Demon bloodline, which only appeared once every ten thousand years in the Human-Demon Sea, would come to an end. It meant that the boundlessly elegant white-robed bladesman would be buried here.
A single sunrise had not only taken away all the darkness in this world, but it had also taken away two peerless geniuses with shocking talents.
A strong wind blew, and sand blew everywhere. The eight half-step Emperor Wu's stood up at the same time.
The accumulated energy was too vast, causing the world to change. Winds blew, and clouds churned. As the wind howled, sand and dust spread out, forming countless storms.
The aura was so vast that everyone found it hard to breathe. Who would dare to say that they could survive such a situation?
"Whoosh!"
The moment the rising sun appeared, Xiao Chen, Dugu Ao, and the others, who were still in the Human-Demon Paradise, were immediately forcefully sent out.
They saw six rings of light — scarlet, orange, red, green, azure, and blue — behind Xiao Chen. Each ring of light represented a breakthrough in life and death.
Under the illumination of the multicolored light, the six rings of light looked very beautiful. This was the most beautiful scene one could see after breaking through life and death.
With one glance, one would be dazzled, deeply immersed in this dreamy scene.
However, the two sides of Xiao Chen were not so dreamy. On one side was a hellish scene. Darkness filled the sky, and all sorts of vengeful spirits and evil spirits roamed about. It was a horrifying scene of hell.
With one look, one would be startled and feel a chill down one's spine.
On the other side was a scene brimming with life. Hundreds of flowers bloomed, and the four seasons cycled endlessly. It was like heaven, but also like a vanished immortal realm, inspiring fascination.
Amid this vast mysterious phenomenon of life and death, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged at the top of the stone stele with his eyes closed. The six rings of light behind him were each larger than the one before. As the multicolored light illuminated him, he looked like a Bodhisattva comprehending the Dao.
Holy, dignified, and solemn.
The appearance of such a vast and magnificent mysterious phenomenon surprised everyone. No one expected Xiao Chen to appear in such a manner after ten days.
Even the eight half-step Emperor Wu did not make a move immediately, appearing distracted for a moment.
When they reacted, their expressions changed dramatically. They knew that Xiao Chen had used up the Flower of Life and was in the midst of a nervous breakthrough.
If they still did not make a move, Xiao Chen might really break through. Then, it would be hard to say what would happen.
"Attack! Don't let this brat succeed. Otherwise, we will all be finished."
The half-step Emperor Wu of the Deity Race roared ferociously and took the lead to attack.
The other seven half-step Emperor Wu quickly followed. They instantly executed their powerful killing moves after storing up power, sending them smashing at Xiao Chen.
Without exception, the eight killing moves were all Inferior Grade Profound Martial Techniques. Furthermore, they were all Inferior Grade Profound Martial Techniques cultivated to Great Perfection. They were far from what a regular Blue Robed Emperor or half-step Emperor Wu could compare to.
"Oh no! The white-robed bladesman is going to die!"
Seeing so many Inferior Grade Profound Martial Techniques, several people could not help exclaiming. Even someone like the Old Black Iron Monster would have to retreat when facing such an attack, not daring to clash head-on.
Furthermore, the Great Perfection Blue Robed Emperor was still in the midst of a nervous breakthrough. If he clashed head-on with this move, he would definitely die. There would not be a second result.
Mu Xiyan hugged Dugu Ao, feeling flustered and at a loss. She did not know what to do.
Sweat appeared on Ao Jiao's pretty face, and her hands trembled slightly. Her nervous expression was clear for all to see.
However, the determination in her eyes did not waver at all. At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind: I absolutely cannot let Xiao Chen fall here.
I absolutely cannot!
Just as the eight Profound Martial Techniques were about to arrive, Ao Jiao stepped forward bravely. She waved her right hand, and the Lunar Shadow Saber beside Xiao Chen appeared in her palm.
Xiao Chen swung his saber ferociously, and a purple Divine Lightning tore through the sky.
This was the Divine Lightning that appeared at the King conferral ceremony. The Divine Lightning contained the Dao and Divine Might left by the Thunder King, Sang Mu.
This saber strike drove the Divine Lightning left by the Thunder King, allowing Ao Jiao to use her petite body to block the combined strike of eight half-step Emperor Wu.
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