Chapter 860: Joining Forces Against the Demon God
Xuanyuan Wentian wore a sinister grin as he extended his hand. With his movement, a massive pitch-black hand stretched out from the space before him, reaching directly for the flame formed by the fusion of Xiao Yaohou and Feng Xue'er.
Boom!!
With a dull thud, the divine flame that had scorched through a thousand zhang of space was firmly grasped in the palm of the huge black hand. The annihilating power of the Phoenix Flame and the Golden Crow Flame erupted simultaneously, sending flames soaring into the sky, yet they could not escape the black hand's control. As the black palm slowly closed, the struggling Golden Crow and Phoenix Flames rapidly extinguished, and within only a few breaths, they were completely swallowed by the black aura.
This scene caused both Feng Xue'er and Xiao Yaohou's expressions to change simultaneously. The Illusion Demon Profound Practitioners below were even more shocked, their eyes wide with horror.
"Xiao Yaohou's Golden Crow Flame, it... it..."
"Divine path flames are nothing more than this before my current power." Xuanyuan Wentian sneered arrogantly, slowly raising the Eternal Night Demonic Sword. The rolling black mist around him converged toward the sword like surging tides, and an icy, dangerous aura enveloped the space for hundreds of li. "Tremble as you welcome the death bestowed by my own hand!"
Xuanyuan Wentian's black aura exploded as he thrust his sword toward Xiao Yaohou and Feng Xue'er. As he approached, the light suddenly dimmed; the once-blazing flame glow was rapidly suppressed into darkness by the shadow. At the same time, both women felt the space suddenly become viscous, as if their entire bodies were stuck in a spiderweb, making movement extremely difficult.
This also made it impossible for them to dodge; they could only meet Xuanyuan Wentian's sword head-on.
The pressure from Xuanyuan Wentian was far more terrifying than three months ago. Xiao Yaohou's gaze was icy cold, without a trace of fear, as her nearly pure-gold Golden Crow Flame shot straight at Xuanyuan Wentian's heart. Feng Xue'er followed suit, her crimson flames blazing into the sky.
The two women's flames were as blazing as the scorching sun and as sacred as a heavenly rainbow.
Boom!!
The excessively violent collision of profound force stirred up a storm that blotted out the sky. The intermingled Golden Crow Flame and Phoenix Flame set the very heavens ablaze. The dark sword light was swallowed by the flames, but then it suddenly swelled like an enraged dark beast, suppressing the Golden Crow and Phoenix Flames fiercely. With a ghostly wail of sword shadows, the flames were violently torn apart.
Xiao Yaohou and Feng Xue'er both turned pale, their bodies knocked backward by the impact. Then, behind them, a sudden rumble—a third flame shot through the gap between them and slammed squarely into Xuanyuan Wentian's face.
Xuanyuan Wentian let out a muffled grunt, his body tumbling backward dozens of times. When he came to a stop, the hair on his forehead was completely singed. He wiped his forehead with his hand, but instead of anger, he let out a dark chuckle, his pitch-black gaze firmly locked onto Yun Che. "Tsk, Yun Che, every time you appear, you bring me different surprises. This time is no exception. In merely three months, your strength has surged several times, almost surpassing my own before I cultivated the demonic body. What astonishing talent."
"But... so what?"
The swirling black aura continued to pour endlessly into the Eternal Night Demonic Sword. Xuanyuan Wentian's deep voice still echoed as his body flashed like a ghost, closing in. The Eternal Night Demonic Sword slashed down from the sky, its black blade cutting a dozens-of-zhang-long dark curtain beneath the heavens, distorting space wantonly.
"Brother Yun, be careful!"
The earlier exchange had already made Feng Xue'er truly feel Xuanyuan Wentian's terror—a power that her current strength could not match. She even uneasily sensed that even if she joined forces with Xiao Yaohou, they could hardly defeat him. And although Yun Che's profound strength had soared during his three months in the Jinwu Thunder Flame Valley, he was still far weaker than the two women.
Feng Xue'er let out a sharp cry, and the Phoenix Flame shadow on her body separated from her, blazing with the most extreme Phoenix flame in the distorted space. As if by telepathy, Xiao Yaohou's Golden Crow Flame shadow also flew out at almost the same moment, emitting an extremely piercing cry beneath Xuanyuan Wentian's sword curtain.
Among the three, Yun Che's strength was relatively the weakest, but facing the nightmare that was Xuanyuan Wentian, how could he let the two women face him while he retreated? His hands blazed with Golden Crow Flame as he charged at Xuanyuan Wentian with the momentum of "Falling Moon and Sinking Star."
Boom!!
Four terrifying forces collided, creating a storm of power that was absolutely horrifying. The surrounding space instantly completely collapsed, and this profound force storm was immediately imprisoned and compressed within the collapsing space, twisting wildly before exploding like an overinflated balloon.
This time, the space for several hundred zhang around shattered, fragments scattering chaotically like countless steel needles. Under the radiating shockwave, Xuanyuan Wentian was knocked back dozens of steps, while Feng Xue'er, Xiao Yaohou, and Yun Che, as if struck by a massive mountain, suffered intense pain in their internal organs and flew backward in three directions like withered leaves.
The three had joined forces, yet still suffered defeat!
"Hahahaha..." Xuanyuan Wentian burst into laughter, his body suddenly leaping forward, charging at the airborne Yun Che. The Eternal Night Demonic Sword flickered with sinister black light. "Then I'll start with you!"
"Ah!! Brother Yun!" Xuanyuan Wentian's move made Feng Xue'er's face lose color. Ignoring the chaotic energy inside her, she desperately revolved her Phoenix Flame power. A pair of Phoenix Flame Wings spread behind her, and a massive Phoenix shadow appeared over her body, as if she had transformed into a true phoenix.
Using the Phoenix Wing Firmament, she forcibly reversed her momentum and charged at Xuanyuan Wentian with a force that could destroy heaven and earth.
But Xuanyuan Wentian was too fast. Even though Phoenix Wing Firmament could let Feng Xue'er surpass her speed limits for a short time, it was already too late. The pitch-black demonic sword was less than three feet from Yun Che.
Yun Che gritted his teeth slightly, but did not use Star God Remnant Shadow to dodge. With a flash of red light in his hand, he seized the Heaven-Defying Demon-Slaying Sword and swung it directly at Xuanyuan Wentian.
Yun Che's action drew an extremely contemptuous smile from Xuanyuan Wentian. He suddenly pulled back the Eternal Night Demonic Sword and reached out with his left hand to grab Yun Che's crimson giant sword barehanded. "Your sword isn't worthy of being met with my demonic sword!"
Clang!!
With a sharp ring, Xuanyuan Wentian's palm clamped onto the blade of the Heaven-Defying Demon-Slaying Sword. The sound was as deafening as divine metal striking divine metal, making it hard to believe it was the collision of flesh and sword.
Yun Che's arm shook violently, instantly going numb and losing sensation, and his internal organs churned like a storm. His heavy sword had been blocked before, but never barehanded.
But Xuanyuan Wentian, with just one palm, had firmly locked the Heaven-Defying Demon-Slaying Sword in midair. The surging power of the heavy sword all rebounded onto Yun Che himself. If not for his body strength having long surpassed the mortal realm, his hands and even arms would have been shattered.
However...
Xuanyuan Wentian, who had caught Yun Che's heavy sword with one hand, had not yet had time to unleash an arrogant laugh when his expression suddenly shifted. Then he yanked his hand back lightning-fast, accompanied by a scream that could only be described as shrill.
The sudden scream inevitably caused an instant of distraction. At that moment, the Phoenix shadow that Feng Xue'er had transformed into pierced through the air and slammed heavily into Xuanyuan Wentian.
Xuanyuan Wentian's body instantly blazed with Phoenix Flame as he was sent flying sideways. The direction he flew happened to be where Xiao Yaohou was. Xiao Yaohou had already steadied herself, and with a wave of her hand, a Golden Crow Flame violently exploded using Xuanyuan Wentian's body as the medium, covering his already Phoenix Flame-scorched body with another layer of Golden Crow Flame.
Bang!!
Xuanyuan Wentian crashed heavily to the ground, creating a huge pit. The next instant, a black light exploded from within the pit, instantly extinguishing the Phoenix and Golden Crow Flames clinging to him.
Within the black light, Xuanyuan Wentian slowly rose into the air. His outer garments had been charred to cinders, and his body bore large burn wounds, but he didn't even glance at these injuries. His eyes were fixed intently on his raised left hand, his entire left arm trembling violently.
On the palm of his left hand, a vermilion imprint was etched, still emitting a faint vermilion glow. From within the imprint, drops of dark red blood dripped down.
With his level of cultivation and "demonic body," even if the wound were ten times more severe, a casual diversion of his profound aura would immediately stop the bleeding.
But this wound that emitted a vermilion glow—he sent his profound force surging several times, only for it to suddenly dissipate as it neared the wound, making it impossible to stop the bleeding, let alone heal it. Even more terrifying was that this wound, only two inches long, felt as if thousands of venomous claws were constantly stabbing his palm, causing him unbearable pain.
"What's going on... What is this?" Xuanyuan Wentian growled angrily.
"This is... the Demon-Slaying Sword!?"
From within the Eternal Night Demonic Sword suddenly came a terrified voice. Even the eyes that had opened on the sword's hilt shrank violently.
"Demon-Slaying Sword? What is that?" Xuanyuan Wentian roared.
"No... that's not the Demon-Slaying Sword. The shape, aura, and profound light are completely different. It can't be the Demon-Slaying Sword! That sword ceased to exist long ago!
"Kill him, and then thoroughly destroy that sword! Even though it can't be the Demon-Slaying Sword, since it can wound you like this and has this aura that makes me extremely uncomfortable... it might be something akin to the Demon-Slaying Sword!"
"Fortunately, his strength is far weaker than yours; that sword in his hands poses no threat to you. But if one day it falls into the hands of someone whose strength is close to yours, it will be a big problem!" The demonic soul within the sword said in a sinister voice.
The voice of the demonic soul in the sword was clearly trembling... For it, it was not just a "big problem"—it was the thing it feared most in its entire existence.
Xuanyuan Wentian clenched his left hand tightly, and the intensified pain twisted his face like a demon, also wildly igniting the fury and rage in his chest. He had already achieved the demon god, possessing power that crushed all and was unmatched, yet he still suffered torture-like pain.
"Yun... Che!!" Xuanyuan Wentian's killing intent exploded, causing the black aura around him to rise in disarray. He had originally planned to torture Yun Che to death, but now... he wanted Yun Che dead quickly! Not letting him exist in this world for another breath or instant.