Kunlun Mountain was the final trump card of the Kunlun Realm, the ten-thousand-year-old Demonic Corpse. In the end, it still fell to the Demonic God.
No matter how strong the Demonic Corpse's physical body was, it would eventually run out of strength. Its injuries piled up. In the end, it would explode into a pool of black blood.
As for the Demonic God, he was innately undefeatable. No matter how badly his body was damaged, he would recover in an extremely short time.
Furthermore, the Demonic God was terrifyingly strong. With one punch, he could easily knock back a Prime.
No one could block the Demonic God's repeated attacks.
Just look at how strong Xiao Chen was earlier. However, he did not last long against the Demonic God.
Not to mention Ying Zongtian, Emperor Forsaken, and the Fox King.
"It's over!"
Seeing the final ten-thousand-year-old Demonic Corpse explode into a pool of blood, all the Kunlun Realm cultivators sighed in their hearts.
"Qitian, there is no need for you to struggle."
The Earth Demon Monarch and the other Demonic World Primes stopped their attacks. Their anxious hearts finally released their bated breath.
After this, there was no need for them to make a move. The Demonic God alone was sufficient to destroy seven Primes.
Emperor Forsaken, Ying Zongtian, and the others remained silent. At this final moment, they did not feel fear or despair but pity.
Pity that they could no longer see these great mountains and rivers. Pity that they would no longer have the chance to fight alongside their fellow Daoists.
"Ying Zongtian, I'm sorry. I have never apologized in my life. I believe that if I do not apologize now, there might not be another chance, "Emperor Forsaken said indifferently.
The Heaven Abandoning Deity Sovereign said indifferently. His expression was somewhat sorrowful and somewhat helpless.
He also felt some regret. If he had not been so utilitarian in the past, the entire Kunlun Realm would not have lost so much of its high-end combat power when Xiao Chen advanced to Martial Emperor.
In this battle, there might have been a chance to protect the Kunlun Realm.
Although the Demonic God was strong, if the Demonic God killed all the other cultivators and Demonic Beasts of the Demonic World, he alone would not be able to truly occupy the Kunlun Realm.
Ying Zongtian smiled and said, "Alright, I forgive you. I have never forgiven anyone who has made a big mistake in my life. Before I die, I won't let you have this regret."
The few remaining Kunlun Supremes stood side by side, prepared to withstand the last wave of attack from the Demonic God.
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Shui Lingling was a little tired. Standing on the Mystic Bird, the Primordial Energy in her body was almost exhausted, and her spirit was even more fatigued.
"Is it about to end?"
An Junxi leaned against a mountain rock. He truly had no strength to continue fighting. He needed to rest, and his injuries also needed to recover.
Feng Xingsheng, Xuanyuan Zhantian, Mo Chen, and the other Dragon's Gate cultivators all showed helplessness and dissatisfaction in their eyes.
At this moment, it was as though the entire Kunlun Realm was sighing.
"Qitian, you thought that you've fought against me your entire life. However, from the very beginning, you've only been toyed with by me."
Thousands of faces squeezed together under the Demonic God's skin, changing continuously. Finally, they turned into the Thunder King's face.
Qitian said coldly, "Thunder King, if you want to make a move, do it quickly. Look at your current appearance, you look neither human nor ghost. You probably won't be able to die even if you wanted to!"
"Humph! A dead person is not qualified to mock me."
"Hu chi!"
Just at this moment, an intense beam of light suddenly descended from the sky.
In reality, it was not that the light was very intense. It was just that the demonic clouds had covered the world for too long, preventing people from seeing sunlight for too long. Hence, the light was so piercing and intense.
"Light? These demonic clouds are ten kilometers thick. Even I cannot pierce through them in one breath. Who did it? "Ying Zongtian exclaimed in shock as he raised his head.
That intense beam of light in the boundless darkness immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The moment the light beam fell, a white figure slowly descended from the pillar of light.
"It's Big Brother Xiao Chen!"
"It's Xiao Chen! It's the White Robed Bladesman, Xiao Chen!"
"The Blue Dragon King is back!"
Those with good eyesight immediately saw the white-clad person's appearance and could not help exclaiming.
"The Heavenly Dao is back! I can feel it!" Emperor Forsaken, who had already accepted death, suddenly became excited.
The Thunder King revealed a horrified expression. "How can this be? He was so severely injured. How did he recover in such a short time?"
The Demonic God could no longer care about killing Emperor Forsaken. Its huge body shrank continuously.
The Demonic God did not release its Demonic Might, fearing that the Heavenly Dao would kill it. Hence, it had no choice but to take the initiative to scatter its cultivation.
The beam of light continued to expand. By the time Xiao Chen landed, the entire Profound Domain had recovered.
The demonic clouds were like heavy snow in winter, continuously melting under the radiance of the sun. The demonic clouds covering the entire Kunlun Realm vanished at an extremely fast pace.
Just like how justice would definitely prevail over evil, darkness would not cover the land forever.
As long as someone dared to stand out and poke a hole, the light of the Heavenly Dao would spread over the land.
"How painful! How piercing!"
"My strength is gone. So tired … so sleepy."
"I don't have any strength left."
"What's going on? Why did I suddenly age so much?"
"Why? Why did my old injuries relapse?"
Countless Demonic World cultivators and Demonic Beasts were horrified to discover that all sorts of terrifying problems had appeared around them. Several Demons even started crying in despair. Earlier, they had been full of energy and strong bodies. Now, their hair had turned white, and their bodies were riddled with injuries. No one would be able to accept this.
Draining one's lifeforce to heal one's injuries and strengthen one's combat prowess, the side effects would arrive sooner or later.
By poking a hole in the sky and weakening the Demonic God's strength, Xiao Chen had only brought this moment forward.
"Saber!"
Xiao Chen stretched out his hand, and the scattered Lunar Shadow Saber on the battlefield turned into a beam of light and returned to his hand.
The absence of Ao Jiao in the saber stunned Xiao Chen for a moment. However, he could sense that Ao Jiao was still alive, so Xiao Chen let go of this worry.
Holding the saber horizontally in his hand, Xiao Chen sent out a saber light. A tyrannical aura that looked down on the world erupted from his body.
The saber light swept out in all directions. All the Demons and Demonic Beasts within fifty kilometers of Xiao Chen were struck by the azure light.
"Dark Church's Church Master, do you dare to fight me again?!"
The saber light on Xiao Chen's saber flickered as he pointed it at the Dark Church's Church Master. A strong aura spread out from Xiao Chen's body, giving the impression that he was a powerful saber sovereign, ruling the world, unrivaled in all directions.
"Defeated opponent, this time, the Heavenly Dao is not isolated. Those old monsters of the Blue Dragon Palace will not dare to come and save you. I will make sure you die thoroughly!"
The Dark Church's Church Master returned to the height of a regular person. He held back his overwhelming Demonic Might. With a gentle leap, he arrived before Xiao Chen, not showing any fear.
At this moment, the thousands of Demonic World cultivators and Demonic Beasts fell into chaos.
The cultivators and Demonic Beasts that had already charged up the mountain all retreated in a fluster. The state of their bodies suddenly plummeted from their peak to rock bottom, accompanied by all sorts of pain. The side effects of overdrawing on their potential erupted. They were now even weaker than regular people, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The Kunlun Realm's war banner rose up behind Xiao Chen once more, fluttering loudly in the strong wind.
The war banner did not fall. It was like a blazing fire, igniting the hot-bloodedness in everyone's hearts, turning it into a blazing flame.
"We cannot let them leave so easily!"
Rage burned in An Junxi's eyes. His entire body was drained of energy. However, he gritted his teeth and stood up in the end, trembling.
The many fatigued Kunlun Realm cultivators gritted their teeth and stood up. They tightly gripped their weapons and charged out with their final breaths.
Although they were injured and fatigued, they had not overdrawn on their potential. They did not have the side effects of the Demons.
Before the Kunlun Realm cultivators, the Demons did not have any combat prowess at all. They fled in panic, utterly defeated.
Miserable cries rang out at every moment. Those were the miserable cries of the Demons. Good and evil would be repaid. It was not that there was no retribution; it was just that the time had not come yet.
After massacring so many people of the Kunlun Realm, it was time for them to pay their debts.
As Xiao Chen listened to the miserable cries, his expression did not change at all. He looked at the Demonic God coldly and said, "This is their retribution. Soon, it will be your turn."
"Humph! Do you think that you can kill me by letting the might of the Heavenly Dao descend again? Let me tell you, I will not die. As long as I am around, this war will not end! "
The Thunder King's eyes turned somewhat crazed. As he looked at Xiao Chen, he hated him so much that his eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.
He was just one step away from killing all the Kunlun Realm Primes and obtaining the Rock of Origin.
However, Xiao Chen's reappearance shattered this beautiful dream. The situation of the battlefield also reversed.
"You little bastard, you are even more loathsome than the Qing Emperor. If not for the fact that I had no choice, why would I nurture a tiger and invite disaster? However, since you do not treasure it, I will not show mercy, either. Die! "
The Demonic God leaped into the air and punched. Overwhelming Demonic Might erupted intensely on his fist light.
That strong Demonic Might could knock back a Prime with just Demonic Might.
"Show mercy? You'd best use your full power. Otherwise, you will die very quickly. "
Xiao Chen casually swung his saber, not showing any fear of the other party. He met force with force, not dodging at all.
"Dang!"
The fist light and the saber clashed, producing a loud 'clang.' The two each moved back a hundred steps, evenly matched.
Blood leaked out of a corner of Xiao Chen's lips. Then, he held his saber with both hands and looked at the other party coldly.
The Thunder King, the Demonic God, felt stunned. However, when he saw the blood on Xiao Chen's lips, he smiled and said, "What a surprise. You became so strong. Unfortunately, I am immortal. However, your flesh is your greatest weakness! "
Amid loud laughter, black sparks flew out of the Thunder King's fingers.
With every step the Demonic God took, a black lotus flower appeared under his feet. As the lotus flowers drifted in the air, the Demonic God executed Thunder Hell.
This time, the Thunder Hell was even stronger than the one the Thunder King executed.
"Flawless Saber Technique, Heaven Swallowing Stance!"
As Xiao Chen swung his saber, countless mysterious phenomena shot out of his body. There was a bright moon, snowflakes, a lightning dragon, a blazing sun, and boundless saber lights.
Xiao Chen poured out all his comprehensions, eventually turning into a huge dragon head.
The dragon head opened its huge mouth and sucked in all the lotus flowers, black lightning, and all the negative emotions.
"What Martial Technique is this?!"
The Thunder King was startled. His Thunder Hell and the lotus flower mysterious phenomena were all gone.
"I'll return them to you!"
Xiao Chen shouted, and the saber in his hand spun around, sending out a pure black saber light spreading lightning and negative emotions.
"Pu ci!"
Xiao Chen vomited a mouthful of black blood. The saber light formed by his Thunder Hell chopped off half of the Thunder King's body.
Although his body continuously recovered, the Thunder King felt an unprecedented worry when he saw Xiao Chen's eyes.
The Thunder King saw strong confidence in Xiao Chen's eyes and a hatred that even the sky and the sea could not contain.
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