Legend of the Great Sage

stance drew in, merging with Xiao An’s body.
She turned into a streak of white light and covered the distance in the blink of an eye, flying over the Silver Dragon King.
Under the gazes of the twelve Demon Gods, she dove into the Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous without the slightest hesitation, throwing herself into his arms!

Li Qingshan had to stagger to catch her.
“You seem to have grown bigger yet again.
I almost can’t carry you anymore.”

“Yeah.” Xiao An nodded as she stared straight at him.
She touched his face with her hand, which glowed with a faint, buddhist light.
Wherever it reached, the patches and discolouration was removed, allowing his complexion to return to normal.

“You’ve undergone the third heavenly tribulation too.”

“Yeah.”

“Very good.”

“Li Qingshan, congratulations on having another person to die with you!” the Kings of Yin and Yang said sinisterly.

“This guy just jabbers away.
He pissess my off.
Hurry up and butcher him for me,” Li Qingshan grumbled to Xiao An with a grin.

“Alright.” Xiao An looked back indifferently, and the Kings of Yin and Yang’s heart lurched.
They could not feel any danger or killing intent, just emptiness.
It was like she did not exist before them.
They could not help themselves as an indescribable fear flooded them.

They retreated almost instinctively when their chest suddenly ached.
They looked down in disbelief, only to see that the shiny, bone sword had already pierced their body.
The skull engraved on the hilt was only inches away, staring at them with its empty eye sockets.
It was as if it was filled with benevolence.
However, the wielder of the sword was emotionless, overlooking everything that happened before her.

There were no dazzling flashes or sharp sword qi.
It was only a plain and simple stroke, but it seemed to have pierced space and time, travelling along an ungraspable trajectory.
Even at that moment, the Kings of Yin and Yang had not realised they had been pierced.

“What is this path of the sword?” Ye Duanhai’s eyes narrowed.
As a great sword cultivator, he could clearly sense the terror involved.

The sword was drawn out with just a stab.
It did not even pierce the Kings of Yin and Yang’s body all the way through.
Xiao An returned to Li Qingshan’s side again, standing with her sword in hand.

After undergoing the third heavenly tribulation, the Buddha Slaying sword had not only gone from being a sword embryo to a true sword.
Her path of the sword had finally broken out of the Three Absolutes Calligraphy’s shadow as well, forming her own path of the sword.

The path of the buddha slaying sword!

This path of the sword had always been present in the Path of White Bone and Great Beauty, except her cultivation had been far too low, preventing her from comprehending it, let alone practising it.

The Kings of Yin and Yang retreated another five kilometers, staring at Xiao An in fright.
That was not an opponent they could handle.
Just what kind of monster had Qiongqi’s trap lured and caught? They also wondered why she did not go after them.

They were about to speak, but the only sound from their mouths was a meaningless slur.
Suddenly, they split into two, turning back into a male and female Demon King and recovering their usual appearance.
They knelt on the ground together, desperately covering the same wound on their chests.
There was no poison, nor did it get any larger, but it did not heal—as if it would never heal.

“This… what… is going on…”

The two Demon Kings looked at one another.
Their faces were filled with fear and confusion.
The blade had hacked them up so many times, yet it had still failed to claim their lives, so let alone a gentle thrust like that.

The feeling was so familiar.
It was as if they had returned to a long, long time ago.
Back then, they still had not become powerful Demon Kings.
Instead, they were the weakest demonfolk, desperately trying to survive in the Demon domain.
They came close to death many times.

“Birth, growth, decline, then destruction; Formation, existence, disintegration, then emptiness.
White bone and great beauty, a cycle of life and death,” Xiao An stroked her sword and said gently.

“You don’t understand that, do you? Anyway, you’re already dead!” Li Qingshan laughed aloud before asking Xiao An, “Is my explanation right?”

“It’s right.” Xiao An smiled.

With two thumps, the two Demon Kings collapsed on the ground, dying like mortals.

By buddha slaying, it was only referring to a single sword!