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Previously, it was Bai Ziliang who pushed Miao Yi back. Now, it was Bai Ziliang who was being pushed back by Miao Yi.
To be more precise, he was being pushed back by Miao Yi's sharp spear.
Specks of red light glowed on Bai Ziliang's body. As Miao Yi's spear thrust, thrust, thrust, and flick, his clothes were torn to shreds like butterflies. In the blink of an eye, his long robe was torn to shreds, revealing the soft armor he was wearing. It was obviously a protective armor artifact.
Flustered, Bai Ziliang couldn't defend himself against Miao Yi's fierce attacks. All he could do was try his best to protect his vitals.
The bystanders were unable to count how many times Bai Ziliang had been struck by the spear, and they only saw that Bai Ziliang was unable to dodge or block, and he was constantly pushed back by the spear. A handsome young genius was killed like a beggar, and it was simply too horrible to look at. His bold words of 'Do you dare fight me to the death?' were undoubtedly a slap to his own face.
Many people sighed in their hearts. If it weren't for the protective armor artifact, Bai Ziliang would have died countless times under Yan Beihong's spear.
This scene made Ji Meimei's heart wrench. She bit her lip so hard that it almost bled. She hadn't expected that her son, who had painstakingly trained for so many years, would be so easily defeated. He was actually beaten to the point where he couldn't even retaliate.
Everyone felt sorry for Bai Ziliang as they watched Miao Yi chase after Bai Ziliang.
Ba Jie's mouth twitched. He wondered if he could block his Big Brother's attack, and came to the conclusion that he couldn't either.
On the Devil Nation's side, Yun Feihuang was dumbfounded. He turned to Cloud Leopard and scratched his head. "Father, I'm afraid I can't block it either!"
Cloud Leopard rolled his eyes. This son of his was honest. He scolded, "Do you really have to use the spear to kill?"
"That's true!" Cloud Leopard scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled.
"Good!" On the Celestial Nation's side, Yue Tianbo cheered. Cheng Aofang clapped excitedly as well.
Meanwhile, Zong Zhen, who was slowly sipping his wine, glanced at Ji Dehai's darkened expression from time to time. Aside from the Sea of Constellations Yao Kings, the rest of the Yao Nation's side didn't look too good.
Seeing that Bai Ziliang was protected by the armor artifact, Miao Yi could hardly injure him. Miao Yi pressed his attack downwards, aiming for both legs.
Bai Ziliang did not have the confidence to block the attack. He quickly retreated and soared into the sky.
Miao Yi tapped his feet on the ground. The two of them immediately soared into the sky, one above the other.
Bai Ziliang, who had yet to widen the distance between them, could not dodge in time. He let out a muffled grunt.
A cold glint pierced through Bai Ziliang's ankle. Below, Miao Yi had already pierced through Bai Ziliang's ankle with his spear. A pool of blood burst out from his ankle.
Ji Meimei covered her mouth in shock. Her eyes reddened in an instant. She stood up in a moment of desperation and almost went forward to help, but she heard Ji Dehai's stern shout. "It's not shameful to lose the formation, but do you think it's not shameful enough? Your son hasn't shown his trump card yet, has he? "
When Bai Ziliang's ankle was pierced through, he could feel an explosive force coming from the tip of the spear, almost blowing his ankle off. However, he was able to forcefully suppress the force by relying on his superior cultivation. He quickly shifted his leg in an attempt to free himself from the spear tip that had pierced through his ankle.
However, this time, he had brought himself great trouble. The Qilin Spear that had pierced through his ankle suddenly cracked. The sharp spear tip flipped back into its triangular shape, and in an instant, locked onto Bai Ziliang's ankle with its barbs.
The two of them, one above the other, were connected by the spear. Miao Yi brandished his spear in midair, intending to toy with Bai Ziliang. Up in the sky, Bai Ziliang was ruthless as well. He invoked his arts and forcefully locked onto Miao Yi's spear with his flesh and blood. Then, he turned around and smashed his spear down angrily, forcing Miao Yi to either let go of the spear, or give up on using it as a hostage.
Miao Yi would not let go of the spear. He quickly pulled it back, and the triangular barbs drew a spray of blood in the air. Bai Ziliang's left leg was severed at the ankle, and he flew away.
This scene caused Ji Meimei to burst into tears. She could clearly see the hint of pain on her son's face. She could not understand why her son still refused to use the Great Art of Myriad Demons. Why did he insist on suffering like this?
"Good!" The people on the Celestial Nation's mountaintop cheered again.
Bang bang! Two explosions rang out in the sky. Without the support of the Earth Mount, Miao Yi sank several dozen zhang. Bai Ziliang had already taken the opportunity to flee.
Miao Yi steadied himself, and with his spear in hand, he slowly rose into the sky once more. There was only a Red Lotus of the First Grade on his forehead. His expression was indifferent, and his demeanor was as calm as ever. He did not chase after Bai Ziliang, and only quietly watched him flee into the distance.
It wasn't that he didn't want to chase after him, but he knew very well that his cultivation was his weakness. He had no problem competing in close quarters with his reaction speed, but he was no match for a battle of cultivation in the sky. He couldn't catch up to Bai Ziliang even if he wanted to.
However, he believed that Bai Ziliang would return. After all, Bai Ziliang was from the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons. For a cultivator, his injuries weren't that serious. How could he escape under the watchful eyes of so many people? Bai Ziliang had shamelessly declared that he would fight to the death. The Realm of Ten Thousand Demons couldn't afford to lose face if the grandson of a Yao Sage ran away. Naturally, Bai Ziliang couldn't afford to lose face either.
Furthermore, he believed that Bai Ziliang hadn't used his full strength, so he was certain that Bai Ziliang would return.
Miao Yi held his spear in one hand, and watched calmly.
After flashing a few hundred meters away, Bai Ziliang came to a stop. After shaking off Miao Yi's pursuit, he hovered in the air and slowly turned around. He looked at his ragged clothes from Miao Yi's swift spear, and then at his broken ankle. He used his transcendence energy to seal the wound, so it was no longer bleeding. However, the pain was unavoidable.
This pain was nothing. What hurt more was his heart. It was incomparably painful. He raised his hand and looked at the long spear in his hand that resembled black jade. The achievement that he was most proud of after so many years of hard work was so easily defeated by his opponent. Who could understand the pain he felt?
"Haha … haha …" Bai Ziliang suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly. His laughter shook the surrounding mountains, as though he had gone mad.
His laughter was filled with indescribable helplessness and grief. He was laughing at the troubles of this world, at his own birth, and at the troubles that he would never be able to escape from.
Miao Yi, on the other hand, still held his spear in his hand. He stared at him coldly. The sky was high, and the clouds were wide.
He had not experienced the pain that Bai Ziliang had experienced, but Bai Ziliang had not experienced the pain that he had experienced either. How many people in this world could avoid suffering? It was only a matter of time.
Even though the road ahead was filled with hardships, Miao Yi was still unwavering.
So what if he had lost an ankle? Miao Yi had once chopped off his entire leg! So what if he failed? Miao Yi had once been forced to jump into a sea of fire and burn himself to a crisp! So what if he felt pain? The woman he loved had once died right in front of him, yet he could do nothing about it. Who could understand the pain that pierced through his heart?
The two of them didn't have any grudges against each other. The opponent in front of him was high and mighty. Even when they met during the Sea of Constellations Subjugation Crusade, Miao Yi didn't want to provoke him. Or rather, he didn't dare to provoke him. However, this pain was forced upon him by his opponent for no reason. Did he have a choice? No! He could only face it!
So what if he was humiliated? Since he was a little over ten years old, he had been taking care of his two younger siblings. How many times had he gotten so tired that he wanted to find a corner to hide in and cry? How many times had he been humiliated? How many times had they rolled their eyes at him? How many times had he been spurned like a beggar? How many times had he been bullied? Even when he went to ask for her hand in marriage and was thrown out, or was scolded in the middle of the street for being a toad lusting after a swan's flesh, what did he say? He endured the scolding and pretended that nothing had happened. He lowered his head and continued to sell his meat at the pig-head stall, spitting on his own saliva and letting everyone watch. Wasn't it humiliating?
He, Miao Yi, bravely and resolutely faced all the difficulties and hardships as he moved forward. There was always a goal ahead of him, so he was still himself. That was why he stood here and coldly faced it.
Bai Ziliang, on the other hand, was no longer himself. That was why he stood here and laughed maniacally.
However, there were many spectators at the scene. Aside from his mother, Ji Meimei, no one else would sympathize with him.
"Ziliang …" Tears streamed down her cheeks as Ji Meimei seemed to understand something from her son's maniacal laughter. She muttered to herself.
Whoosh whoosh! Bai Ziliang suddenly took off the tattered clothes on his body, revealing only a pair of pants and a tight-fitting vest, revealing his arms. He pointed his spear at Miao Yi and shouted, "Yan Beihong. When it comes to using a spear, you are invincible within the Red Lotus realm. At the very least, I am no match for you!"
Miao Yi shouted back, "It's a little too late to believe it now!"
Bai Ziliang suddenly said fiercely, "I let you take advantage of me. Do you really think you're so great now? If I had used my full strength, you would already be a dead man by now! "
As soon as he said this, Ji Meimei's spirits lifted. She wiped away her tears, knowing that her son was about to go all out. Meanwhile, on the Celestial Nation's side, the Lady Boss and the others were beginning to worry. The spectators who weren't involved in the battle were also excited. They knew that the highlight was about to come, and that it was time for the real fight to the death.
However, Miao Yi's voice reverberated through the air as well, "I know you haven't used your full strength yet. That's why I'm waiting for you to use your full strength. Otherwise, if I wanted to kill you, how many moves do you think you can take from me? Do you think you can still stand here and talk to me? "
Hearing this, the Celestial Nation's forces became even more excited. It seemed that this guy was holding back as well!
"You're holding back as well?" Feng Beichen muttered from behind the veil, "Could it be that you want to witness the Great Art of Myriad Demons?"
"Fine! Based on the fact that you managed to fight me to this extent, I'll grant you a quick death later! " Bai Ziliang laughed viciously. He abruptly shook his arms, and a dense cloud of demonic aura erupted from his body like a dark cloud. The cloud swirled around him, then condensed around his body and attached itself to his upper body. It was as though he had changed into a new set of clothes.
Great Art of Myriad Demons? Miao Yi's eyes narrowed. Just as Feng Beichen had guessed, he indeed wanted to witness the Great Art of Myriad Demons!
The reason why Bai Ziliang had been hesitant to use the Great Art of Myriad Demons was because he didn't want to use it. He only wanted to use the abilities he had painstakingly cultivated to defeat Miao Yi in front of everyone. He didn't want to use Yao Sage Ji Huan's Great Art of Myriad Demons to defeat Miao Yi. That was because even if he were to win this way, he would think that the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons had won, and not him. However, he had no other choice. He could only use the Great Art of Myriad Demons now.
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