Legend of the Great Sage

nly to see Ying Zhe arrive behind Li Qingshan and shatter like a soap bubble.
“Ying Zhe, fuck you and your mother!”

He immediately unleashed his demon heart, wanting to demonify and put up one final struggle, but the pale-white hand seemed to possess a power similar to the receiving light of the buddha.
It completely suppressed his demonic powers.
It closed around him gently and shattered him.

Ying Zhe appeared fifty kilometres away, fleeing towards the Demon domain desperately.
He glanced back.
“Bunch of fools!”

That was a man that even a Demon God could not kill, yet they still had the courage to attack him as measly Demon Sovereigns.
Let alone being incapable of killing him, even if they actually killed him… He could not help but shiver.
He was that existence’s successor.
His death alone was enough to throw the Demon domain into turmoil.

He secretly rejoiced.
Fortunately, he had the Bubble of Dreams, which allowed him to escape.

At this moment, a sinister voice rang out, “Ying Zhe, where are you going?”

“The Faceless Heretic God!”

With Ying Zhe’s flight, Xiao An crushed another Demon Sovereign to death.
The eight remaining Demon Sovereigns immediately scattered, but they were intercepted by the remaining direct disciples under Dai Mengfan’s lead, beginning their revenge.

The sword whistled! The flashes sometimes gathered and sometimes scattered.
Wan Jianfeng fought three Demon Sovereigns alone.
Returning to the battle style he was accustomed to, he immediately felt like he was back in his element.
Through his abilities as a peerless sword cultivator, he survived Taowu’s final strike.

But for some reason, he felt lost, like he had missed out on something.
The battle that usually left him elated immediately seemed like a game compared to the war from earlier.
It had become dull.

He was confused. Have I been wrong? But why exactly do I fight? He glanced at Li Qingshan’s figure again. Why exactly does he fight?

Li Qingshan bent over to pick up the fallen hilt.

The Blade Spirit of Frenzy Flower’s consciousness lingered like a strand of hair in the wind.
“Qingshan! What a fascinating… battle… but… this is as… far as I can go…”

“You’re a good blade!” Li Qingshan smiled.
He did not feel any sadness.
This had always been the fate of a warrior, as well as the fate of a weapon.
If they could not perish on the battlefield, it was instead a form of pity.

“If blade spirits also have an afterlife, I hope I can be reborn as an asura so that I can fight alongside you and see just what kind of enemies there are beyond the Nine Heavens!” The Blade Spirit of Frenzy Flower suddenly became invigorated again.
It was her final moments.

“Alright, then that’s that!”

Li Qingshan suddenly felt some tingles in the nose.
He clutched the hilt firmly and tossed it towards the blood-red swirl that gradually closed in the sky.

The Frenzy Flower Blade of Path’s End turned into a streak of red light, vanishing with the blood-red swirl.

At that moment, the power of an asura was drawn from his body.
His figure gradually sank, but he still felt like a mountain weighed on his shoulders.
Each step was difficult.

He sucked in a deep breath and continued on his way.

By now, the direct disciples had already achieved an overwhelming victory.
After losing their leader, the Demon Sovereigns immediately fell into disunion.
They were in a hurry to escape as well, so they did not put up any proper battle at all.

Li Qingshan did not even look at the intense battle behind him, staggering towards Black Cloud city.
All he saw was Ruan Yaozhu meditating and regulating her breath with the nine-coloured deer supporting her from one side.
She had almost recovered from the wound of being pierced by the huge log.
There was only a slender, red mark left on her snowy-white skin.

Seeing Li Qingshan, she cried out in joy, “Junior brother Li!”

Li Qingshan answered before collapsing on the ground.

“To think that even an embodiment of Demon God Taowu was defeated!” With a severed arm, Faceless Demon God fiddled around with Ying Zhe in his remaining hand.
His featureless expression bobbed and twisted.
“The Black Sun Demon Heart is probably on Li Qingshan.
He might be the person of legends.
This is a heaven-sent opportunity for me to become a Demon God.
I can’t let this slip by!”

Ying Zhe’s head called out, “Spare me, sir!” He observed the Faceless Heretic God’s “facial expression” and knew there was no way out of this, so he instead began to laugh.
“You think just a Heretic God like you can interfere with a calamity like this?”

The Faceless Heretic God crushed Ying Zhe’s head and vanished from where he was, arriving over Black Cloud city in the blink of an eye.
He reached towards Li Qingshan.

“Qingshan!”

He moved like a bolt of lightning, such that even Xiao An could not respond in time.
Even if she did, it was impossible for her to fend off a Heretic God.

At this moment, seven stars twinkled in the hazy sea of clouds, turning into a blade aura that descended from above.
It severed the Faceless Heretic God’s other arm.

A female war god dressed in silver armour descended from above.
She was Chao Tianjiao.
Her expression was chilly, and she pointed her blade at the Heretic God, about to get revenge.
From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Li Qingshan, and her eyes suddenly widened.

“Li Qingshan!?”