[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Heavenly Evil (Complete) - Chapter 17

Chapter Five: Father and Son Reunited

. When Jun Nitian stepped into the hall, Yun Fuyue was sitting uneasily in a grand chair at one end. Upon seeing him, she immediately jumped up as if electrocuted, only managing to utter, "Sect Master..." before Jun Nitian waved his hand to stop her, saying,

"Sir, there's no need to say anything. I know the whole story. I only want to know one thing now: the condition of my disciple."

Without hesitation, Yun Fuyue replied, "After my full effort using the 'Return to Heaven Technique,' I've barely managed to repair the damage to his meridians caused by the 'Brahma-Slaying Demon Blade,' but he still needs absolute quiet to recuperate, and he cannot fight anyone for at least six months."

Jun Nitian's eyes flashed with astonishing light, and he coldly snorted, "What a rebellious son! You've truly gone too far this time!" Yun

Fuyue's face revealed genuine shock and worry, for he sensed Jun Nitian's murderous intent surging. Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own cub—a moral imperative that such a thing would never happen to the number one expert of the Demonic Sect.

Even with his impervious internal energy, facing the enraged "King of Hell," Jun Nitian, he was still terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat and kneeling in a panic, saying,

"I, Yun, have failed the Sect Master's entrustment before his departure, unable to shoulder the responsibility of protecting the sect, and even causing the Third-Ranked Master in the World to suffer severe injuries. This is all my fault, and I implore the Sect Master to punish me with the most severe punishment!"

Jun Nitian glanced coldly at Yun Fuyue, then suddenly chuckled, "Why is Mr. Yun so eager to ask for punishment to exonerate my son? Under the circumstances, Mr. Yun had already done his utmost to stop the enemy's attack. If I had entrusted the command of Shadow to you before setting off, the situation might not have turned out so badly today. In fact, I should apologize to you for not granting you enough authority!" "What crime has the sir committed?"

Even someone as outwardly amiable as Yun Fuyue, who was inwardly incredibly arrogant and conceited, couldn't help but feel genuine admiration and respect after hearing Jun Nitian's words. Only someone with such talent and magnanimity could truly be called the number one person in the world, even surpassing Di Shitian and Mo Tuofo by a level.

However, a lingering worry remained. Jun Nitian's words clearly indicated that he wouldn't accept Yun Fuyue's excuse regarding his son, Luo Zai. Given the ruthlessness of the "King of Hell," he certainly wouldn't show any mercy even to his own flesh and blood.

Jun Tianxie had truly committed a grave offense this time.

A meaningful glint flashed in Jun Nitian's eyes as he looked up and calmly smiled, "Mr. Yun, there's no need to worry too much about my unworthy son. Although he is mischievous, I have decided to give him another chance to repent. This time, I will not punish him."

Yun Fuyue exclaimed in surprise, "But...but...?!" No one knew Jun

Nitian's temperament better than him. Such a magnanimous handling of the matter was truly out of character for him.

Jun Nitian's expression remained unchanged as he casually said, "He may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment. In order to give an explanation to the brothers who died in battle within the sect, he must atone for his crime through meritorious service!"

Yun Fuyue asked in astonishment, "Atone for his crime through meritorious service?" Even with his unparalleled intelligence, he could not fathom Jun Nitian's thoughts.

A mysterious smile appeared on Jun Nitian's lips as he calmly said, "He must join me in storming into the enemy stronghold, where they should be celebrating their victory and returning in triumph, and take the heads of Di Shitian and Mo Tuofo." A

damp wind, carrying drizzling rain, fell softly to the ground, masking the sound of the carriage speeding by. Jun Tianxie, dressed in a long robe and with his hat pulled low, covering half his face, was forced to personally arrange the new carriage and act as a laborer because he had personally destroyed the original "carriage."

Fortunately, the "sword spirit," like a thorn in his side, had been eliminated by his scheme. Although he had lost an invincible talisman, the aftereffects of this double-edged sword were too severe. In any case, he was more than capable of protecting himself with "absolute wisdom" and "evil path rebirth." Relying on external forces will only hinder progress.

The misty autumn rain brushed against his face, its coolness seeping into his heart, as if his entire being was shrouded in a hazy mist with the sound and imagery of the rain. Amidst this poetic downpour, Jun Tianxie felt an unprecedented fear surge within him.

His face turned a frighteningly pale, his lips trembled violently, and he stared at a figure not far from the carriage, its back to him.

The man's wide cloak billowed in the rain, and all the raindrops, reaching only half a foot around him, vanished without a trace, as if falling into a crack in the void, leaving not even a wisp of smoke. It was simple... But Jun Tianxie knew that such skill was possessed by no more than five people in the world.

And this man was absolutely the one he least wanted to see.

The man's imposing figure stood tall by the roadside, like an insurmountable mountain. Sensing Jun Tianxie's "intuition," the man slowly turned around, revealing a perfectly sculpted face and eyes that shone like stars in the dark night.

Under his eerie and profound gaze, it seemed as if nothing in the world could hide from him, nothing could deceive him.

For the first time in Jun Tianxie's life... He felt insignificant in the face of the other's imposing presence, and realized that no matter how much he had improved over the years, there was still an unbridgeable distance between him and this person.

Under this person's gaze, Jun Tianxie felt that the bamboo hat he used to conceal himself was as ridiculous as a leaf trying to cover his entire body. Although he knew the other's intentions, he did not run away as usual, nor did he intend to rush forward to fight. He simply slowly removed the bamboo hat from his head, revealing his handsome and wicked face, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Father."

"Yan Huang" Jun Nitian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he smiled slightly, nodding and saying, "It's kind of you to still call me 'Father'." Even Jun

Tianxie himself found it unbelievable. This man before him was the one who had caused his mother so much suffering, making her endure twenty years of torment worse than death! He was the one who defiled his own daughter, making his sister unable to accept the opposite sex for the rest of her life! He was also the one who caused his own split personality! As the head of the family, he was hated by everyone, especially by himself! Considering what he had done to the other three members of the Jun family, this beast, who couldn't even be considered "human," Jun Tianxie had wondered what he would say to him when he saw him again, when he personally let him breathe his last…

Nothing. Without

a trace … Unprepared to see the person he "hated" most in the world again, Jun Tianxie surprisingly entered a state of carefree bliss. His "Supreme Six Senses" seemed to detach his soul from his body, allowing him to "examine" the world with a different perspective. One version of himself was conversing with Jun Nitian, while another was now thoughtfully considering his feelings. This "split" was unrelated to dual personality; in this wondrous moment, Jun Tianxie was him, and Yu Tianxie was also him, yet he was not merely their physical form, but an existence beyond that. At

this moment, he knew he had finally made another breakthrough.

Jun Tianxie smiled slightly and said, "Father, are you injured?"

A captivating demonic light suddenly flashed in Jun Nitian's eyes, then vanished, followed by a hearty laugh, filled with boundless joy: "How about your son accompanies his father for a walk?" Without a second thought, Jun

Tianxie jumped off the carriage and followed behind Jun Nitian, who had turned and walked away. He didn't care at all about the safety of the "treasure" inside. Since the "King of Hell" had arrived in person, his inseparable shadow must be nearby. With the shadow protecting the carriage, even Di Shitian or Mo Tuofo would have to think twice before trying to harm the people inside.

Jun Nitian walked leisurely ahead, as if he knew the person behind him would follow.

Jun Tianxie stared intently at Jun Nitian's majestic back, but found himself completely devoid of any desire to attack. This wasn't just because he knew he was no match for the man before him, but because this grandmaster, who had held the title of the world's number one expert for sixty years, left him with absolutely no physiological or psychological motive for killing him.

This was tantamount to surrendering before the battle even began, making him feel that his opponent was unapproachable. However, he immediately became wary, activating his "Six Supreme Senses" at full power to suppress that feeling no matter what, otherwise he would never be able to surpass Jun Nitian in this lifetime.

Jun Nitian seemed completely oblivious to his inner struggle. After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped, a thoughtful expression on his face, and then chuckled:

"My dear son's wisdom is indeed extraordinary. Using Ding Chenyi as bait to lure me in, it's impossible for me not to be tempted. The most brilliant part was persuading 'Heavenly King' Di Shitian. That guy's ambition is no less than his strength. He's been wanting to dethrone me and take the throne of the number one expert in the Demonic Sect for a long time. With him and Mo Tuofo together, they certainly had the strength to raid and plunder the 'Mingyue Sect' when I wasn't there—in fact, they were just a little short. If it weren't for the third-ranked expert in the world risking his life in battle, and having your master come to the rescue beforehand, I might have been homeless after leaving the 'Sea of Trees.' Ha!"

Jun Tianxie felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head; his hands and feet went cold, and his mind went blank. "

Damn it! How could I have overlooked 'him'? That old ghost's move was absolutely brilliant!"

Jun Nitian turned to look at him with a smile, his expression revealing no anger.

"Why are you surprised, my dear? Without prior arrangements, how could I possibly fall into such an obvious trap? Especially one set by my most 'beloved' son."

Jun Tianxie showed no outward expression, but inwardly he was utterly shocked. He wiped his nose, spread his hands helplessly, and said, "Old ginger is indeed spicier; what can I say?"

Jun Nitian scrutinized him intently for a long while before withdrawing his gaze and smiling slightly:

"I came here with the intention of killing you, but after meeting you, I changed my mind. Do you know why, my dear?" "

Jun Tianxie was nearly scared to death by his father's casual remark. Killing his own son—a heinous act of familial betrayal—was as natural to him as eating and drinking, and Jun Tianxie knew the latter wouldn't lie to him; he had truly been on the brink of death!

The initiative was now completely in Jun Nitian's hands. Jun Tianxie knew he had no choice but to submit, but he also secretly vowed to avenge this humiliation tenfold in the future!

Jun Tianxie shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Your son is foolish and ignorant; please enlighten me, Father."

Jun Nitian's eyes flashed with a deep, seemingly hidden meaning, and he smiled, "You're not foolish; you're just pretending. It's just the two of you here, so why treat me like an outsider?"

"There are two reasons why I'm willing to let you go,"

Jun Nitian said, looking up at the sky, his expression a mixture of excitement and nostalgia, "The first reason is that you have indeed found me a rare and excellent opponent. Sixty years have passed!" "I've almost forgotten what it feels like to be injured. It's a pity that we both have concerns, and this battle was never truly satisfying."

Jun Tianxie was so regretful that he almost wanted to slap himself twice. If he had known this would happen, he would have insisted on letting Ding Chenyi revive his descendants first, so that these two monsters could fight without any worries and die together, which would have been a happy ending!

But then again, if Ding Chenyi really did revive Ding Shenzhao, the former would definitely be severely weakened, and whether he could defeat Jun Nitian would be a question.

Jun Nitian said calmly, "There is a second reason. Do you want to know?"

Jun Tianxie thought to himself, "Do I have a choice?" But on the surface, he still pretended to be respectful and said,

"I am all ears."

Jun Nitian's eyes shone brightly, his perfect face was calm and composed, and he said softly, "The other reason is that you called me 'Father'."

Jun Tianxie trembled violently upon hearing this, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Jun Nitian sighed, looking up at the sky, "You've been away from home for almost seven years! Although Bai Xue never reveals a single thought to me, I know she always cares about you and your brother." "

Don't mention Mother's name in front of me! You have no right to!"

Perhaps for the first time in his life, Jun Tianxie "lost his composure" in front of someone. His deep, endless eyes lost their usual changeable indifference, leaving only a simple, direct rage—a most primal human feeling, a vow to destroy the enemy who crossed the line because the most precious sacred place in his heart had been violated.

Jun Tianxie completely lost his usual composure, pointing at Jun Nitian and shouting angrily,

"You've never fulfilled your responsibilities as a father for even a single day! Mother was forcibly taken back by you after you destroyed the 'Jade Dynasty,' just to breed for you and give birth to the strongest offspring! And for your nonsensical 'Severing All Kinships' cultivation technique, you even defiled your own daughter!" "You even drove me to the brink of schizophrenia! What right do you have to be someone's father? What right do you have to be someone's husband?!"

Jun Nitian silently endured the former's accusations, his eyes devoid of any emotion. After a long while, he sighed lightly,

"You're still young, so I won't explain it to you. Some things you'll understand when you grow up."

Jun Tianxie covered his face with his hand, laughing wildly as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world: "Did I hear that right? The number one person of the Demonic Sect—'Yan Huang' Jun Nitian! He actually uses such a childish excuse to absolve Luo Yuzai of his crimes? Father! Do you know I'm not young anymore? Six years ago, on that night when you personally violated Mother and Sister before my eyes, I severed my father-son relationship with you in my heart! You are not my father, you are nothing but a thing worse than an animal!!"

A fleeting, indescribable sorrow flashed in Jun Nitian's eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Jun Tianxie laughed angrily, "Nothing to say? My dear 'father'!" Jun

Nitian said calmly, "Fine, I didn't come to see you today to discuss family matters."

Jun Tianxie snorted, "That was for 'official business'! Even if I've caused your 'Mingyue Sect' a bloodbath, you just said you'd spare my life. 'A promise is a promise,' you can't go back on your word."

Though he outwardly feigned stubbornness, his heart was in turmoil. "Oh no! How could I have let my guard down like that! I've said everything I shouldn't have. This old devil will definitely be enraged. Even if he keeps his word and spares my life, he'll probably take something from me as a 'souvenir'! Waaah... what if he wants to cripple my martial arts?"

As if sensing Jun Tianxie's outward bluster masking inner weakness, Jun Nitian chuckled, "

Why the inconsistency in your attitude, my dear? If I wanted to kill you, why wait until now? It's not that I want to avenge you, but with your current martial arts prowess, even injured, I could still kill you within ten moves!"

Jun Tianxie grunted, not refuting, clearly knowing Jun Nitian's words were true.

Jun Nitian shook his head and smiled, "Countless people in the world hate me, yet I am still alive and well because I am stronger than all my enemies combined, and will continue to grow stronger without end! Although my dear possesses exceptional talent, if you cannot understand the source of your strength, if you cannot attain the strongest 'comprehension,' you will forever be hopeless against those at the level of me and Ding Chenyi, and will never have the chance to defeat me personally."

Jun Tianxie's body trembled, moved, "The strongest...comprehension...!"

Jun Nitian's deep, boundless eyes flashed with a strange light, his tone calm and serene as he said, "The Way of Heaven and Man is solely of the heart, beyond words. Only when you touch that unknown realm will you have the right to challenge me and reclaim what you love. Enough of this nonsense, it's late, and we should be on our way." Jun

Tianxie, already reeling from the phrase "reclaim what you love," was even more astonished upon hearing the last sentence, asking in disbelief,

"On what road?"

"Those who sow the seeds will reap the harvest." Jun Nitian revealed a smile that Jun Tianxie found very familiar, yet one that sent chills down his spine—a deathly smile reminiscent of the "King of Hell."

"With such a 'generous gift' from Emperor Shitian and Demon Buddha, how could I not repay them?"

"Cheers!"

The crisp sound of clinking glasses rang out.

Demon Buddha downed his drink in one gulp and laughed, "This toast is to celebrate the auspicious start of our first joint attack. From now on, I'll rely on your guidance, Heavenly King."

Emperor Shitian put down his glass and smiled slightly, "Not at all, Lord of the Palace, you're too kind." The people gathered in the hall of this "General's Mansion "

are almost half of the current forces of the Demonic Sect. The master's side is mainly composed of "Ten Directions Annihilation" from the "Heavenly Palace", including the "Heavenly King" himself, "Right Prime Minister" Grand Tutor Wen, "Cangxie" Bai Mo, "Iron Sword General" Xing Wujiu, "Duowentian" An Yiyi, and Jixiangtian. There are six people in total: "One Heaven, Two Prime Ministers, Three Generals, and Four Flying Heavens".

On the "Underworld" side, the leader was "Ksitigarbha" Mo Tuofo. The "Five Demon Sons," excluding the first and second ranked Ziying and Binghe, along with Kuangyun, Xielan, and Ziwei, followed behind. Although slightly outnumbered, their momentum was equally formidable. The two cunning and

treacherous demonic figures, Di Shitian and Mo Tuofo, unusually joined forces, delivering an unexpected and devastating blow to the "Mingyue Sect." While they failed to kill any truly important figures within the sect, the sheer significance of being "the first in history to breach the Mingyue Sect's headquarters" was enough to allow them to return to their lair for a celebratory feast, even after being disgraced by Yun Fuyue's "dishonorable" retreat. Amidst

the lively atmosphere, only one person's face remained devoid of a smile; instead, his expression resembled that of a patriotic old scholar, his features so bitter they seemed to ooze juice.

It was a face one would never forget after seeing it once. A face that should have possessed the refined elegance and otherworldly grace of a scholar was instead shattered like a piece of broken glass, or parched, cracked earth, forcibly stitched back together with unparalleled acupuncture techniques rivaling those of ancient physicians like Hua Tuo and Bian Que. Yet, every expression on this face appeared fragmented and bizarre, a face that one couldn't help but look away at first glance. One couldn't help but wonder what kind of willpower allowed the owner of this face to have survived to this day.

However, beyond this, the owner of that face possessed an unusually gentle and profound pair of eyes, like a vast blue sea encompassing and nurturing all living things, yet capable of unleashing merciless waves to destroy any ignorant life that dared to offend him.

The White Demon, with a smile in his eyes and mouth, approached this man—the self-proclaimed first sage of the Demonic Sect, the "Right Prime Minister" Wen Taishi—holding a wine cup, and said warmly:

"Why does the strategist remain so frowning? Is something troubling you?"

Although he had deliberately lowered his voice, it was still "just right" enough for everyone present to hear, given the presence of so many experts. Di Shitian looked at Grand Tutor Wen and laughed loudly, "What's on your mind? The Right Chancellor is just stubbornly clinging to his own opinion, opposing my decision to send troops to attack the 'Mingyue Gate'! Don't you agree, Grand Tutor?" Instantly

, all eyes in the room turned to Grand Tutor Wen's strangely shaped face, wanting to see if this strategist, hailed as the foremost strategist of the Demonic Sect and considered one of the twin pillars of the "Heavenly Palace" alongside the mysterious "Left Chancellor," would truly express his disagreement with his lord in this public setting.

Grand Tutor Wen, showing no embarrassment at becoming the target of everyone's criticism, cleared his throat and said in his seemingly suppressed yet clear and pleasant voice,

"Yes! I still oppose it."

A chilling silence fell over the room, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, until Emperor Shitian burst into laughter, his voice devoid of any anger, saying, "

Good! I admire the Right Chancellor's straightforwardness, and only in this way can you, Grand Tutor, be worthy of being my most trusted strategist!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for Grand Tutor Wen, whose face remained etched with unchanging worry. He sighed, about to speak, when suddenly, a strange change occurred.

Chapter Six: The Divine Might of the Yama Emperor.

Among those present, Emperor Shitian and Demon Buddha possessed the highest levels of skill, and they were the first to notice the anomaly. The fact that the newcomer had managed to approach so close without being detected by these two grandmasters meant that their skill was extraordinary, perhaps even among the highest in the world. The newcomer's identity was now obvious.

"Boom!"

A loud bang echoed from the wall of the hall, causing everyone present to change color simultaneously. Before anyone could react, a heart-stopping laugh, brimming with unparalleled confidence and arrogance, reached their ears. "

You cowards! I've come to collect my debt!"

Di Shitian was the first to recognize the newcomer. This was the man he had fought against for half his life, who had always subtly suppressed him. Even with his formidable cultivation, he wasn't entirely confident he could defeat this man, and had been forced to cooperate with the Demon Buddha, whom he had always looked down upon. All this trouble was for one person.

"Yama Emperor Jun Nitian!!" Di Shitian roared.

Jun Nitian's domineering laughter seemed to come from beyond the heavens, or from the very bottom of the eighteenth level of hell.

"How dare you offend my Mingyue Sect! Go to hell and regret your ignorance!" "

A person's name casts a shadow on a tree!" Upon hearing the news that the world's number one expert had personally come to attack, even those present, all top-tier fighters within the Demonic Sect, couldn't help but pale with shock.

However, with almost all the top-tier experts from the "Heavenly Palace" and "Hellish Palace" gathered together, even "King Yama" Jun Nitian would likely be overwhelmed and meet a tragic end, trapped and killed.

In other words, now was the best opportunity to kill Jun Nitian.

Di Shitian roared: "Jun Nitian! You have a path to Heaven but choose not to take it, you have barged into Hell when there is no way out! This day next year will be your death anniversary!" Before he could finish speaking, he had already unleashed his "Undying Light Body"! Instantly, a burst of intense white light erupted from his body, bathing the entire hall in a strange glow, revealing everyone's form.

Jun Nitian secretly regretted his actions. His original intention was to use overwhelming force to kill several secondary experts, excluding Di Shitian and Mo Tuofo, from the outset. This would not only establish his authority but also give him a preemptive advantage, allowing him to completely control the situation until he had slaughtered everyone present before leaving. However, Di Shitian, worthy of being a master of the demonic sect on par with him, used only a simple "Radiant Light" move to restore everyone's senses from shock, forcing them to reconsider their plans.

A strange light flashed in Mo Tuofo's eyes, and the instant his gaze met Jun Nitian's sharp, piercing gaze, he laughed loudly:

"Brother Jun truly lives up to his reputation as the number one expert in the world. He dared to storm the Heavenly Palace headquarters all by himself. His heroic spirit alone is enough to make me admire him to the core!"

Jun Nitian sneered, "How could I be like you and Emperor Shitian, two shameless scoundrels, who dare to bully my disciple when I am not in charge of the sect?" "

It seems that the conversation with the Demon Buddha has further enraged Yama, causing him to suddenly raise all ten fingers, unleashing a torrent of indestructible 'Peerless Demon Blade' energy. Each strike possesses seventy percent of the power of the third-ranked wielder of the 'Heavenly Will Blade' wielding the 'Brahma-Extinguishing Demon Blade,' shooting towards everyone in the arena like fireworks. Everyone was forced to exert all their strength to defend themselves, and the tables, chairs, and teaware in the hall were all destroyed, shattering into dust. The situation instantly descended into chaos!

Grand Tutor Wen, the 'Right Chancellor,' was one of the few who could remain absolutely calm in this situation. While defending against Jun Nitian's demonic blade energy, he resolutely shouted:"

"Don't panic, everyone! No matter how strong Jun Nitian is, he's still just one person. Don't lose your composure and give him an opening! Let the Heavenly King and the Palace Master lead the attack, while the rest of you defend the perimeter. This is a critical time, so everyone must put aside sectarian differences and make sure Jun Nitian can't escape!"

Di Shitian immediately followed up on Grand Tutor Wen's words, saying, "The Right Chancellor's words are my orders. All members of this palace must obey the Right Chancellor's command!"

Mo Tuofo didn't hesitate much and echoed, "Brothers from the Underworld, do as Right Chancellor Wen says!"

Jun Nitian praised, "To be able to make such a calm and clear judgment immediately, Grand Tutor Wen truly deserves the title of the Demonic Sect's number one sage! However... Mr. Wen still miscalculated one thing, which is that I did not come alone!"

Grand Tutor Wen exclaimed in astonishment, "What?" At the same time, an ominous feeling arose in his heart.

Bai Mo suddenly shouted, "Be careful!" With a clang, the "Cang Xie" sword was drawn from its sheath at his waist, its chilling aura transforming into a white light that protected Grand Tutor Wen. The shared affinity with the "Unmoved Evil Heart" allowed him to detect the second intruder's identity before anyone else.

"Jun Tianxie!"

Forced to reveal his true form from his "Seamless" concealment, Jun Tianxie cursed under his breath, regretting that he had almost assassinated an enemy general. "Evil Nirvana" unleashed a tiny but incredibly powerful vortex of sword energy from his fingertips, sweeping towards Bai Mo and Grand Tutor Wen at an imperceptible speed.

"Where did this young expert from the 'Mingyue Sect' come from?"

Before Grand Tutor Wen could ponder how his enemy had closed the distance to a point where a single strike would be fatal, his long sleeves billowed in the wind, unleashing his signature move, "Whale Devouring Qi"! The energy surged like a giant wave, spreading out like a massive net, instantly capturing all the sword energy. He then

rolled up his sleeves again, changing from "Whale Devouring Qi" to "Cicada Devouring Qi," the fleeting, seemingly harmless fragments of true energy appearing and disappearing, yet in reality, a deceptive tactic concealing deadly intent. The transmitted true energy was insidious, constantly weakening and depleting Jun Tianxie's "Evil Path Nirvana" offensive and defensive capabilities, causing even the usually accustomed "hit-and-run" tactics to feel a sense of difficulty in dealing with him.

"The number one strategist of the Demonic Sect, indeed lives up to his reputation. After only one exchange, this guy with the freckles on his face has already figured out a way to defeat me!" "

Jun Tianxie's headache didn't end there. With Grand Tutor Wen having completely neutralized the Nirvana Sword Qi, Bai Mo's Snow-Clad Blade Technique became even more unrestrained. The Azure Evil Blade hissed like tearing cloth, and the freezing killing intent filled every space within a five-zhang radius. Combined with the 'Cicada-Eating Qi' that tightly gripped Jun Tianxie's body, preventing him from retreating, Bai Mo was about to eliminate this troublesome 'enemy' with this one strike!

Jun Tianxie cried for help, but knew that the only person who could save his life would never interfere in the battle. He could only sigh inwardly, calm his mind, and force out the 'Evil Nirvana'—Divine Sense Technique—which he hadn't yet fully mastered. With his eyes closed, he casually pointed out with two fingers, yet the strike hit Bai Mo's blade tip precisely, striking him as if struck by lightning. He staggered back several steps before regaining his footing with his blade.

'What? This kid actually managed to withstand my strike!'" "

Bai Mo's seemingly certain strike was unexpectedly blocked by Jun Tianxie. Although his cultivation of 'Unmoved Evil Heart' had rendered him unable to express his inner feelings, Bai Mo's eyes still betrayed his surprise.

Jun Tianxie, however, knew his own limitations. He had just momentarily simulated the selfless state of the Heavenly Dao, using his 'understanding' to temporarily enter the supreme miracle of nature, where Yin and Yang circulated endlessly, transforming the deathly aura of Bai Mo's attack into life force to prevent physical harm.

But such techniques of simulating the primordial energy of heaven and earth were not easily mastered. Jun Tianxie understood that his success this time was purely due to luck, forced by the immense death pressure from two powerful masters—a miracle that could not be repeated." A trace.

Grand Tutor Wen's eyes flashed with astonishment. This young man was clearly completely entangled by his "Cicada-Eating Qi," yet the latter seemed to have suddenly merged with some mysterious force of heaven and earth. His eyes hadn't seen him move an inch, but the interlocking of qi between experts couldn't grasp the slightest reaction; it was as if the young man had suddenly vanished. Then, he saw the young man casually shatter the White Demon's blade attack with a single finger. Everything was so unbelievable, yet it was a fact that had happened before his very eyes.

In a flash, he knew the newcomer's true identity, and inwardly sighed, "The bond between father and son is indeed an indelible nature. The Heavenly King should have listened to me sooner!"

At this moment, Emperor Shitian also encountered Jun Tianxie. The former, unusually, was genuinely angry, saying,

"Jun Tianxie! You actually joined forces with your father! I shouldn't have spared your life back then!"

Jun Tianxie, with a bitter face, said, "What do you know? I had no choice!" "

This statement was truly sincere, without a trace of falsehood.

Before setting off, Jun Nitian had told him this: 'If, during the upcoming battle, I discover that you are hiding your strength or betraying us, then regardless of the outcome, I will drop everything and focus solely on killing you! You should carefully consider the consequences.'

Indeed, no one knows a son better than his father. Jun Nitian's few words had completely thwarted Jun Tianxie's elaborate plans! What's worse, Jun Tianxie knew that the former indeed had the ability to fulfill his promise—'A promise is a promise'! Jun Tianxie could only lament his own self-inflicted wound while helplessly playing this crazy game with Jun Nitian, which he saw as nothing more than a moth drawn to a flame.

'You old fool! If you're going to go crazy, why don't you go crazy alone? Why drag me down with you? Now look what's happened! Almost half of the forces from the 'Heavenly Palace' and 'Underworld' are gathered here. Forget about seeking revenge; even leaving alive is a question!'" "You old bastard! You've really ruined me this time!"

He pointed at Jun Nitian, his voice trembling with tears, accusing him. But on the other hand, his attack was completely decisive. His five fingers moved like plucking strings, unleashing a chaotic flurry of "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping" from the "Emperor's Sword Path," shooting out layers of intertwined sword energy that complemented each other, successfully severing the cicada-eating true energy that had been clinging to him like a maggot since the start of the battle. Then, he leaped straight up, shouting:

"You old bastard! Did you hear me?"

After a furious roar, he spun in mid-air, unleashing eight sword energies. Aside from Di Shitian and Mo Tuofo, who were currently battling Jun Nitian, each person in the arena received one sword energy – gender and age were treated equally. A

faint smile played on Jun Nitian's lips, his voice so low that even the two combatants couldn't hear him clearly.

"To be able to do this, you truly deserve to be my son, Jun Nitian…"

"What are these sword energies! Watch me cleave you in two with a single strike!" "

General Iron Sword" Xing Wujiu truly voiced the thoughts of most people present. Confident in their status as top-tier experts within the Demonic Sect, they paid no heed to such a "direct and simple" attack, let alone the unbecoming act of dodging. Xing Wujiu swiftly gripped his sword, swinging it downwards with a single stroke, creating an immense pressure that seemed to force the air apart. Breaking through this small sword energy should have been a piece of cake.

The sword energy was indeed cleaved in two as desired. However, the shattered sword energy was merely a tempting shell; its true destructive power only began to manifest the moment the sword energy began to dissipate, penetrating like a needle hidden in cotton. Thus, apart from "Heavenly King" Di Shitian, no one in the martial world had ever witnessed the "Nirvana Sword Energy - Transformation Technique" before! They were able to personally experience its sensation.

"W-what's going on? My hand! Why is it suddenly so weak?"

"What...what is this feeling? It's so itchy!" " It feels like dozens of ants are crawling under my skin!"

"Damn it! What kind of sorcery is this? Why do I suddenly need to relieve myself... Ah!"

"My eyes! I can't see!"

Taking advantage of the crowd's underestimation of his strength and lack of awareness of his true power, Jun Tianxie unleashed his trump card, the "Nirvana Liberation Sword"! This single move created a favorable situation, sending highly concentrated Nirvana death energy into the body's meridians, causing a temporary imbalance in certain bodily functions. Although the effect wouldn't last long, it would be crucial in a life-or-death duel between experts. However, because this technique could only be used once, Jun Tianxie had never dared to use it since mastering it, until today's situation left him no room to hide his abilities, forcing him to resort to this secret weapon.

Taking advantage of the crowd's confusion and disorientation caused by the sudden attack of the "Nirvana Liberation Sword," if he could seize the opportunity to strike, taking the lives of one or two people wouldn't be a problem. He could then slowly control the situation, fighting and retreating—this was Jun Tianxie's original plan. Unfortunately, one person wouldn't allow him to have his way.

A chilling blade slashed down, the movement as fast as lightning.

The familiar chilling killing intent made Jun Tianxie know who it was without even looking up. He thought to himself with resentment,

"As expected, this white rat is one of the most troublesome opponents. Young Master must find a chance to kill you!"

Possessing the same extraordinary wisdom of "not harboring evil intentions," Bai Mo knew that Jun Tianxie would never do anything meaningless. So, unlike the others who simply used brute force to resist, Bai Mo used the freezing energy of the "Snow-Covering Blade Technique" to freeze all the remaining latent energy in the "Nirvana Liberation Sword" in one go, becoming the only one whose meridians were not invaded by the Nirvana death energy. Now, he was going to ruin the latter's grand plan.

"White-haired brat, Young Master doesn't have time to play with you today. We'll play another day!"

Jun Tianxie was certainly not foolish enough to fight Bai Mo one-on-one while surrounded by enemies. He clasped his hands together and used his life-saving technique, "Dreamy Empty Flower"! His figure flashed, then flashed again, already five zhang away from the blade energy, arriving beside Ziwei, the red-eyed member of the "Five Demon Children." The latter, haunted by the deathly aura of Nirvana, felt a numb and itchy sensation in her lower body, unsure whether it was discomfort or pain. But in full view of everyone, even if she were killed, she couldn't openly scratch that area to relieve the itch! Her pretty face flushed crimson with anxiety, unsure what to do.

Just then, Jun Tianxie appeared behind her with astonishing speed. Without a second thought, she hastily drew her weapons—a pair of long and short daggers named "Heart-Stopping" and "Tears." Countless righteous individuals had fallen victim to these daggers, and now their sharp blades were about to add to Jun Tianxie's blood.

"Boy! Don't think women are easy to bully. You're just unlucky to have messed with me!"

Ziwei displayed the strength worthy of one of the "Five Demons." Her slender purple figure suddenly reversed, the twin blades swirling and flying. "Heart-Stopping" was powerful and expansive, while "Tears" was both soft and sharp, their sword energy mutually reinforcing each other, their power amplified. The sharp light pierced the air with deadly intent, its cunning even making Jun Tianxie feel troubled.

Unfortunately, the initiative had already been lost. Jun Tianxie, with his fish-like, unpredictable steps, quickly closed in on her. Even with his dual blades, he couldn't even touch her. Just as she was terrified, a whoosh of wind brushed past her ear. It was the latter who had leaned in and stolen a fleeting kiss on her cheek.

"Mmm! Sister smells so good! How can I possibly lay a hand on such a beauty?"

Ziwei wasn't angry, but rather delighted. Although she was still young, she came from the Demonic Sect, and romantic relationships were commonplace for her. Her natural beauty was also seen as a useful "weapon," something she was quite proud of. For her enemy to try and take advantage of her while she had such a good opening was, in her eyes, tantamount to suicide. Once she regained her strength, she would make this reckless brat die a horrible death!

Just as she was pondering this, a sudden, itchy and painful sensation arose in the spot where Jun Tianxie had kissed her. She immediately realized that he had used her mouth to transmit poison, and that the poison was so potent that even she, who had grown up immersed in a "poison pool," couldn't withstand it. A woman's face is her lifeblood, and the more she thought about it, the more her face paled and her composure crumbled.

This was precisely the opportunity Jun Tianxie had been waiting for.

"Emperor's Sword Path—One Sword from the East!"

Although it was a signature killing move of "Yu Tianxie," its power was undiminished. Seizing his opponent's only fleeting weakness, he channeled all his strength into his sword finger, unleashing a white rainbow like an arrow shooting at the sun. In the blink of an eye, it struck Ziwei squarely between the eyebrows. A scream of agony accompanied by a torrent of crimson blood filled the air as the latter fell backward with a horrifying wound, clearly beyond hope of survival.

After cruelly destroying the flower, Jun Tianxie even shook his head with a regretful tone, saying, "It doesn't matter if a person is a little ugly, but if even their head is just a pile of mush, then there's really no hope."

In fact, with Ziwei's strength as one of the "Five Demons," even if she couldn't withstand Jun Tianxie's various tricks, she definitely wouldn't be so pathetic as to be defeated in one move. However, Jun Tianxie used psychological tactics, creating the illusion of facial poisoning with Nirvana Death Qi, targeting the weakness of women's innate love of beauty. His despicable scheme of "winning hearts and minds" caused the former's untimely death.

"Ziwei! You wretched brat, I'm not done with you yet!!"

Xie Lan, seeing Ziwei die tragically under Jun Tianxie's sword, charged towards him in a frenzy. His intimate relationship with Ziwei was an open secret within the "Underworld." With his lover killed, Xie Lan was naturally furious. He even forgot his signature move, the "Dream Eater Technique," and was single-mindedly focused on personally killing Jun Tianxie to avenge Ziwei.

The frenzied killing intent had propelled Xie Lan, who was not originally skilled in direct combat, to a new level. Jun Tianxie judged that the attack was too fierce to fight head-on, and a leisurely smile appeared on his lips. While using "Dreamy Illusory Flowers" to dodge the storm of attacks, he said indifferently:

"It's not like your wife died, why are you so agitated... Ah! Could it be that she really is your wife? Sorry, sorry, I should have raped her first and then killed her, I'm so sorry!"

The words of provocation successfully made Xie Lan's anger surge even more, and his reason was completely overwhelmed. Although his moves became more and more fiery and ruthless, in Jun Tianxie's eyes, they were already chaotic. Just as he was about to seize the opportunity to send his opponent to the underworld to be with Ziwei in death, a sword aura like the Yangtze River surged from the side, forcing him to give up the opportunity to kill his enemy and attack to defend himself.

Kuang Yun, having rescued his comrade, unleashed nine swift blade strikes, forcing Jun Tianxie back. He immediately shouted at Xie Lan, who was bloodthirsty beside him:

"Calm down! Look at yourself! Did you try to get revenge but instead died at the hands of the enemy? You've completely disgraced the 'Five Demons'!"

Xie Lan was startled by these words. He wasn't a reckless person, but the shock of Ziwei's tragic death was too great, causing him to unknowingly fall victim to Jun Tianxie's "Demonic Sound Disturbance" technique. Thinking back to the near-death experience, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Before this, he had never imagined that this unknown, seemingly evil young man, whom he had only met once, would possess such astonishing strength!

"Hmph! This barefoot man wielding the blade doesn't seem to be just a reckless fighter. Originally, I thought I could take one down... but now I can only use guerrilla tactics to buy time. Old man! Show me your so-called number one strength in the world, and don't disappoint me." "

Jun Tianxie swiftly dodged the attacks of An Yiyi and Jixiangtian, while simultaneously observing the battle between two masters on the other side. His eyes flashed with a strange light as he considered how to protect himself amidst the rapidly changing situation.

It was possible that three of the world's five strongest masters were involved. 'Yanhuang' Jun Nitian was fighting alone against 'Tianwang' Di Shitian and 'Dizang' Mo Tuofo, who were his equals in the Holy Sect. From any perspective, this was not a 'fair' battle.

But the instigator of this battle certainly didn't mind such an unfair situation; in fact, he seemed to be enjoying it.

'Di Shitian! Mo Tuofo! When you two joined forces to attack our sect, were you mentally prepared for this situation today?' Jun Nitian laughed loudly.

Di Shitian coldly snorted: 'Don't be too overconfident in your strength, old ghost Jun!'" Even if you were to fight me one-on-one, it would take ten thousand moves to determine a winner. To attempt to fight against the two supreme beings of heaven and earth single-handedly is nothing but courting your own destruction!

"Is that so?" Jun Nitian laughed, "Then what are you two waiting for? Try to blast me down!"

"I have long planned to do so."

Amidst the laughter, the Demon Buddha's fat body shifted behind Jun Nitian like the changing of the sun and stars. His hands, as if transformed into the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, burst forth, and the ice and fire energy, like mercury spilling onto the ground, was all-pervasive and constantly changed direction, making it impossible to discern its true location. It was like an illusion, unpredictable and difficult to fathom. Just trying to understand the changes within it was enough to make one feel unbearably uncomfortable.

Jun Nitian, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, could see every move of the Demon Buddha without turning around. He laughed loudly,

"Demon Buddha! You're still the same, a master of sneak attacks!"

Without even looking, he unleashed a backhand strike, the aura of the peerless demonic blade surging out like a giant wave. It struck first, instantly shattering both ice and fire energies, and then swirling back towards the Demon Buddha. In that instant, the latter could see nothing but a dense, dark net of blades! With a strange cry, he used the "Closed Door to Rebuild the Chariot" technique to seal his vital points, but the all-pervasive blade energy still penetrated his defenses. For a moment, he didn't know how many blows he had taken, only desperately retreating.

Di Shitian never dreamed that the Demon Buddha would be defeated so quickly! So miserably! By the time he realized the situation was dire, it had become a one-on-one battle between him and "Yan Huang." Jun Nitian smiled, a hint of murderous intent in his eyes

, and said, "With injuries and a habit of concealing your strength in battle, Mo Tuo couldn't gain any influence in this fight. This is one of the reasons for your defeat today."

As Di Shitian realized the danger, Jun Nitian unleashed a punch with the domineering aura of a demon god from hell. The punch expanded rapidly before Di Shitian's eyes, becoming the only thing in his vision. Although he knew perfectly well that this was the latter's soul-locking technique, the defeat was already inevitable, and even he was powerless to reverse it.

"You thought you two could defeat me, and because you thought victory was within your grasp, you lost your vigilance and fighting spirit. You were calculating every move, and facing my all-out attack that was meant to kill you, that is your second reason for defeat today."

Before he finished speaking, Jun Nitian's punch, like the call of death, had already slammed into Di Shitian's dantian.

Chapter Seven: Brothers Reunion

"Defeat me, Di Shi!"

Like a thousand pounds of explosives exploding at once, the destructive force punched a black gash into Di Shi's "Undying Light Body." This attack even contained seventy percent of Jun Nitian's strongest technique, the "God-Slaying Seal"! Even Ding Chenyi, the "Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade," couldn't withstand a direct hit, let alone Di Shi.

The boundless demonic energy surged relentlessly towards Di Shi's body, its immense power causing cracks and disintegration at the point of impact. The shadow of death loomed over Di Shi's mind, but it also ignited his survival instinct. With a roar, he unleashed twelve percent of his divine light power, forcefully knocking Jun Nitian and his fist away.

"Ugh!"

But the destructive power of Jun Nitian's final strike was simply too great. Even if he managed to survive, Di Shi was vomiting blood violently, his injuries beyond repair.

"Heavenly King!"

"Master!"

Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined that the combined power of the two great sect leaders of Heaven and Earth would be utterly defeated by Jun Nitian in a single move. The unexpected turn of events left the people of both sects bewildered, and they rushed forward to protect their "Heavenly King" and "Earthly Treasury," giving Jun Nitian one last chance to escape.

"A bunch of loyal dogs coming to save their master... Very well! Let's see if your strength matches your loyalty..."

"Endless Demonic Blade!"

The "Peerless Demonic Blade" was unleashed again, its fan-shaped aura shooting towards everyone like countless black lightning bolts. Including Bai Mo, everyone felt a chilling sense of dread, realizing they were Jun Nitian's primary and sole target in his all-out attack. Even after the fierce battle, the demonic blade's energy flowed like a mighty river, showing no signs of waning. Several people were terrified, no longer caring about protecting their master, and retreated like lightning.

Grand Tutor Wen took in the entire situation, a series of countermeasures flashing through his mind like lightning. A chill ran down his spine, and he blurted out,

"Don't retreat! Come back quickly—" But

it was too late.

Before Grand Tutor Wen could finish speaking, Jun Nitian let out a long laugh, his already incredibly fast figure suddenly accelerating. A patch of black light appeared in his palm, and the "Peerless Demon Blade" accurately slashed at the enemy who had retreated the fastest and furthest—"Spirit Fox" An Yiyi.

An Yiyi was instantly terrified. The encirclement had already been broken, and everyone was too busy protecting themselves to offer him any help. He saw Jun Nitian's incomparably handsome face, solemn and majestic like the Grim Reaper, his eyes flashing with sharp light. As his black palm tore through space and approached him, the chilling killing intent continued to increase, and the fierce energy formed an astonishing force field, making people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar and had difficulty breathing.

Knowing this was a matter of life and death, An Yiyi let out a strange cry and unleashed the full power of his "Heaven-Turning Palm Print," condensing an unshakeable wall of energy in front of him, as imposing as a mountain. He thought that as long as he could slow down the hand of death for a moment, his comrades could rise up to save him, even knowing that the chances of survival were slim, he had to make a last-ditch effort.

"What's going on?!"

The instant his palm strike made contact with the sword energy, the seemingly fierce demonic sword energy turned out to be nothing more than a paper lantern, automatically dissipating upon contact with external force. Even An Yiyi, cunning and deceitful by nature, was stunned at this moment, and therefore did not immediately notice the slight fluctuation in the atmosphere behind him. By the time he became aware, it was too late.

"That was just a trick on you! Fatty."

A mocking voice rang in An Yiyi's ears like the call of death. The sword finger was as light and nimble as a breeze, but the true energy that invaded his body was merciless, severing his meridians and breaking his bones. With several cracking sounds, An Yiyi coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up on his own.

The mere mention of "Yan Huang" would be enough to draw everyone's attention, giving Jun Tianxie the perfect opportunity to pull off his signature move—a sneak attack! It would be a sure thing, easy and enjoyable, so why not?

Jun Tianxie laughed, "So-called elite experts from the Heaven and Earth Sects are nothing special. They were easily dealt with by me, young master, in a single encounter."

"Stop bragging! If you don't leave, I'll leave you here!"

Faced with Jun Nitian's mockery, he didn't dare retort, jumping up as if electrocuted and shouting,

"You want to keep me here? You old fool

, don't be so disloyal!" "Then stop talking nonsense and obediently follow your father."

Perhaps forced by the situation, Jun Tianxie surprisingly didn't protest his father's act of recognizing his father, simply following silently behind Jun Nitian. The latter let out a long roar, his sword energy surging, his swift, arrow-like body reaching its limit. Everyone was already terrified by his lightning-fast methods, their fighting spirit shattered, and none of their attacks could hinder his advance. Jun Tianxie followed closely behind until the two broke through the encirclement, disappearing in a flash at the gate, leaving only a distant, domineering laugh:

"The two gates of Heaven and Earth are nothing more than this! I'll spare your heads for now. If you dare to let me know of any more foolish actions you take, I will personally toll your final death knell. Remember my words!" The remaining

crowd exchanged bewildered glances, stunned and helpless, watching the two figures swagger away.

"Ah!"

Xing Wujiu suddenly let out a scream, a bloody gash splitting across his face from his forehead to his chin. He looked up at the sky and cried out in agony, "How terrifying is 'Yan Huang' Jun Nitian!" He swayed a few times, then collapsed heavily to the ground with a "thud!"

The crowd was completely unaware of how Jun Nitian had injured him.

Although they had long heard of the name of the world's number one expert, "Yan Huang" Jun Nitian, they had never imagined that his true skills would be so terrifying!

Amidst the awkward silence of the defeated rooster, Grand Tutor Wen suddenly said in a deep voice, "I'm certain Jun Nitian is also injured."

Upon hearing this, everyone, including the injured Di Shitian and Mo Tuofo, looked at him with utter astonishment.

Jun Nitian led Jun Tianxie towards the top of a small hill. The father and son didn't exchange a single word until Jun Nitian stopped, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the rolling plains below. He calmly said,

"Di Shitian's divine power of light is indeed extraordinary. My 'God-Slaying Seal' at seventy percent power wasn't enough to kill him. However, without a year or two of recuperation, he won't be able to fight anyone. The same goes for that old fox, Mo Tuofo. Anyone who dares to provoke my 'Mingyue Sect,' I won't let them get away with it!"

Jun Tianxie stared at Jun Nitian's majestic back, his eyes flashing with a strange light. After a long while, he seemed to have made up his mind and asked,

"Father, are your injuries... very serious?" Jun Nitian smiled slightly and said, "

As expected, nothing can escape your sharp eyes. My efforts have not been in vain. Although my exchange with Ding Chenyi was only one move, we both suffered considerable internal injuries. Although I used my sect's internal techniques to suppress the injuries, Di Shi's counterattack was still formidable. In fact, I wonder who among me, Di Shi, and Mo Tuo is more seriously injured? If you want to kill me, now might be the best time."

Jun Tianxie's body trembled. The "opportunity" he had longed for for six years was right before his eyes, but when the opportunity finally arrived, he found himself unable to act. No... he couldn't act!

Jun Nitian, with his back to him, said calmly, "Does my father think I'm lying to you?" Jun

Tianxie lowered his head, not letting anyone see the change in his expression, and suppressed his inner excitement as he asked,

"Luo, you're risking aggravating your injuries to rush into battle with Di Shitian and Mo Tuofo? Are you planning to go find those guys to cause trouble after you get here? Father, you shouldn't be that impulsive, right?"

Jun Nitian shook his head and chuckled, "I'm not in your position, so naturally I can't understand the mindset of someone in a position of power. The Mingyue Sect has maintained its position as the number one sect in the Holy Sects to this day because of its motto: 'Those who obey me live, those who oppose me die.' Once someone crosses this single line, as the sect leader, I must shoulder the responsibility of maintaining authority and eliminate the intruders with swift and decisive measures. We must never allow a single spark to grow into a prairie fire!"

A complex and unfathomable expression flashed in Jun Tianxie's eyes, and he nodded slightly, saying, "I understand." "

Jun Nitian sighed, "I hope you truly understand. I have said all I need to say. You may make your move now."

Jun Tianxie trembled, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, "Father, please rest assured, I will not fight you now. We will settle our differences after you have recovered from your injuries. Consider it compensation for injuring you this time."

Jun Nitian smiled upon hearing this, "When did I change my ways? This is not like your usual style."

Jun Tianxie seemed to have put down a heavy burden, and laughed easily,

"I am the number one person in the world, and I naturally cannot be much worse. At least I will not be so despicable as to take advantage of others in distress. Father, please go home and recuperate in seclusion! I think the people of the Heaven and Earth Sects should be terrified. Your sect can at least remain peaceful for a while." Jun Nitian remained silent for a long while before saying, "

Regardless of how sincere your words were, you've saved your own life again. If you had shown even the slightest killing intent towards me, 'he' would have attacked you without hesitation."

Jun Tianxie's expression suddenly changed. He realized that the wind around him had somehow stopped. He took a deep breath and turned around, only to see a black humanoid figure, seemingly projected from a flat surface, its features indistinguishable. Its "hands" were slightly protruding, pointing behind him.

Jun Tianxie's voice sounded different.

"Shadow?!"

the black humanoid figure said, "Number Two greets Young Master."

Cold sweat broke out on Jun Tianxie's back; he had narrowly escaped death... If he hadn't pulled back from the brink... it seemed his premonition was indeed quite useful sometimes.

"Your lightness skill is even better than Number One's," Jun Tianxie said casually.

"Thank you for the compliment, Young Master." "It's still that strange, androgynous voice; it seems this has become a common mark of the shadows."

Jun Tianxie looked at his father, who still had his back to him, and said, "Old ginger is indeed spicier. Even though your cultivation is unparalleled, you still haven't forgotten to leave yourself a way out."

Jun Nitian shook his head and said, "This isn't directed at you, my child. The sect leader of the 'Mingyue Sect' always has at least one shadow by his side, no matter where he goes. This is a rule that remains unchanged until death."

Jun Tianxie deeply imprinted these words in his mind. He knew that no matter what the circumstances, when facing his respectable yet terrifying father in the future, this was something he absolutely could not overlook...

"I originally wanted to escort you on your way, Father, but now it seems there's no need." Jun Tianxie chuckled dryly.

Even if there was a hint of sarcasm in Jun Nitian's words, it was so subtle that even Jun Tianxie couldn't detect it.

"Your filial piety has truly moved me. To express my gratitude, I have prepared a gift, which I believe you will like." "

A gift?" Before Jun Tianxie could even ponder it, a figure slowly walked up the mountain path. The familiar figure startled Jun Tianxie, who exclaimed,

"Shenzhao?!"

The man, startled, looked up, his simple, handsome face meeting Jun Tianxie's gaze. He too exclaimed, "Tianxie?!"

Overjoyed, Jun Tianxie rushed forward, embracing Ding Shenzhao in a deeply moving and passionate reunion, almost sobbing,

"Brother! You're safe and sound! That's wonderful! That's truly wonderful!"

Although it was a feigned brotherhood, the affection was still affection. They had once shared joy and sorrow, and had even faced death together. Now, their reunion felt like a lifetime had passed.

Ding Shenzhao's face also showed tears of emotion. His hands slowly but firmly embraced Jun Tianxie's shoulders, and he whispered,

"I'm sorry, I've made you tired!" "

With just this one sentence, Jun Tianxie almost felt a sense of 'no regrets in this life,' while also knowing that his 'good brother' hadn't blamed him at all, and everything was still under control.

Ding Shenzhao's face showed an extremely complex expression, including regret, pain, and longing, as he whispered:

'During the time when my mind was controlled by the 'Bewitching Charm,' I still retained a part of my own consciousness, but my actions were completely beyond my control. It felt like my soul had left my body, and I was watching myself become a puppet on a stage, committing a series of heinous crimes. That feeling was so painful! During those days, I prayed every day that I would be killed so that I could be freed from this boundless hell.'

'...Uh, brother, you've become much more refined in your speech. Did Lou Xueyi and Ye Meixie teach you to read during that time?'"

Ding Shenzhao ignored Jun Tianxie's clumsy joke and continued, "

But I don't think that way anymore. If I die, it will only benefit that despicable couple. I won't leave this world until I see the crimes they committed in Luo Yuzai get their comeuppance."

Jun Tianxie stared at Ding Shenzhao in astonishment, but saw a maturity and depth he had never seen before on the latter's face, as well as a profound understanding that was greater than the sorrow of giving up... It was an expression he often saw on his mother's face. He trembled and couldn't speak for a long time.

In an instant, he realized that Ding Shenzhao was no longer the naive young man he had met at the teahouse that day, oblivious to the wickedness of human nature.

Jun Nitian's voice rang in their ears: "Lou Xueyi's identity is far from simple. Besides being Feng Xuling's closed-door disciple on the surface, he is also Di Shitian's adopted son and the most mysterious 'Left Prime Minister' in 'Ten Directions Annihilation'! Ye Meixie is not only his lover, but also has an ambiguous relationship with Di Shitian. It will not be easy to deal with any one of these three alone." Jun

Tianxie was startled by his father's words. Even he hadn't expected the relationship between the three to be so complicated. However, he immediately realized that the latter had been so kind as to tell him this hard-won intelligence, clearly intending to use Ding Shenzhao to eliminate enemies for the "Mingyue Sect." Unfortunately, he now had no choice but to stand on the same side as this newly recognized "good brother."

Sure enough, Ding Shenzhao clenched his fist and calmly said, "Even if a thousand armies stand in my way, nothing can stop my determination to cut off their heads!"

Jun Tianxie knew this was his turn to speak, and put a hand on Ding Shenzhao's shoulder, saying, "How could I be left out of such a good thing?"

Ding Shenzhao avoided his gaze, lowered his head, and shook his head, saying, "I've already burdened you too much! How can I let you continue to risk your life for my sake?"

Jun Tianxie suppressed his inner anguish, his face flushed with emotion, and said passionately,

"You're at it again! Have you forgotten that we swore an oath to live and die together, to share joys and sorrows?" Now that my brother has been framed, how can I stand idly by! Even if you don't let me help you, it won't stop us brothers from fighting those villains! Let them know that the descendants of "Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade" Ding Chenyi are not to be trifled with! "

Ding Shenzhao during this period is no longer like

the Demon Spirit's Evil Passion in Chapter Eight.

" "Hmph... Ahh..."

The girl's curvaceous figure twisted unnaturally on the pink bed, her cheeks flushed red, and on her smooth, white skin, only the dark patch of her private parts stood out.

"Mmm... I'm scared..."

The girl's shy voice trembled slightly with nervousness.

Opposite her was one of the nine extraordinary people, "Demon Spirit" Ye Meixie, whose naked body resembled a flawless statue, proudly bathed in candlelight.

"Don't be afraid... I will cherish you..."

A seductive glint flashed in Ye Meixie's eyes, his voice filled with a calm dominance, yet it sounded strangely sexy.

"But..."

"No more buts, let me teach you the pleasure that only women know."

Ye Meixie stood up with a dazzling smile, lowered himself and kissed the girl's red lips.

"Ah—!" "

Perhaps she couldn't avoid it in time, or perhaps she simply didn't want to dodge, but the girl was caught in Ye Meixie's kiss. The moment their soft lips met, it was as if some kind of mental barrier had been broken, and her whole body instantly became hot

. As his tongue took the opportunity to wriggle deeper, the girl seemed to be seduced and actively wrapped around it. Ye Meixie's lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes flashing with desire, and his hands began to gently knead the girl's sensitive areas.

"Ah~! What are you doing, sister!"

The girl's body jolted, snapping out of her dazed state, and she frantically tried to stop his increasingly unrestrained actions, but she didn't know that it was all in vain.

Ye Meixie smiled, but his mischievous hands showed no intention of stopping.

"Why should I stop? Didn't you promise that you would listen to your sister in everything...?"

"Ah!" "I...ah..."

The girl's youthful body was utterly defenseless against the seductive techniques of Ye Meixie, who combined demonic arts with seductive magic. His left hand relentlessly teased the girl's nipples, while his right hand continuously caressed her back, abdomen, and buttocks. With each touch, the girl's mental defenses crumbled, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, until finally she resembled a submissive slave, allowing her master to wantonly play with her body.

"How is it...does it feel good...?"

A smug smile played on Ye Meixie's face as he slowly parted the girl's legs, then carefully presented his private parts to the girl's trembling flower-like bud.

"It's coming."

Ye Meixie's voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement and wickedness.

"Ahhh~!"

The girl's body jolted violently, her loose hair flying back as intense pleasure coursed through her. With each wanton writhing movement of Ye Meixie's body, she involuntarily let out soft moans, her desire burning like wildfire, threatening to consume her. "

Good girl, how do you feel now?"

Ye Meixie asked breathlessly, his love juices mingling with the girl's nectar, soaking a large patch of the sheets.

"Ah... I don't know... It feels so good... But it's so itchy... Ah... Sister! Do it like that for a while... Ah~!"

Two exquisitely sculpted bodies intertwined, creating a breathtakingly erotic scene. They embraced tightly, panting, kissing passionately, licking each other's sweat, their private parts pressed together almost without a gap. Ye Meixie swayed her slender waist with astonishing speed, sending nectar flying everywhere. The girl beneath her felt as if her soul had floated to the clouds, experiencing nothing but intense pleasure. "

Ah...ah...sister! I...I want...I'm coming...coming...coming...!"

The girl suddenly convulsed, letting out a moan that was hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure. At the peak of her cry, her mind went blank, only knowing to desperately cling to Ye Meixie's slender waist before she fainted.

Ye Meixie lovingly patted the girl's still-blushing cheeks and whispered sweetly:

"Good girl, you've really worked hard, ma'am..."

Ye Meixie tidied her slightly disheveled hair, then got out of bed, put on her clothes, and her face regained its expression, a blend of holiness and wickedness. The frenzy just now seemed like a dream, but after the dream shatters, the cruelest reality often follows.

Ye Meixie pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway. Standing outside was a man in gray, with an appearance that was not flattering: a pockmarked face, an excessively long and hooked nose, and a sinister and deep gaze that sent chills down one's spine.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have been waiting outside for some time, and with the "Demon Spirit's" sharp senses, it was impossible that she hadn't noticed his arrival, unless it was with her tacit approval.

Ye Meixie glanced at the pockmarked man indifferently and said coldly, "You've come."

The pockmarked man bowed respectfully, his tone and attitude extremely polite, "Yes, I wonder if Miss is satisfied with this batch of goods?" "

Night Enchantress said indifferently, "It's alright." Then she added, "The usual rules, that girl is yours to do with as you please."

Upon hearing this, the pockmarked man's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Although it was only a momentary change in expression, it did not escape Night Enchantress's notice. Her pretty face turned as cold as frost as she sneered,

"What? Is there a problem?"

The pockmarked man's expression immediately changed, and he bowed and said in a panic, "Please calm down, Miss! I have absolutely no intention of being impatient. It's just that it's becoming increasingly difficult to find someone who can satisfy you, so I've been thinking about how to improve the quality..."

Night Enchantress's tone was as cold and arrogant as ice and snow, completely different from her enthusiastic behavior in the room just now.

"How you find the right person is your problem, whether I'm satisfied or not is mine! If you can't even handle something this simple, what use are you to me?"

The pockmarked man was drenched in cold sweat. He had followed "Demon Spirit" for a long time and knew best the devilish heart beneath his angelic face. If she truly angered him, suicide would be the most pleasant way to die. He hurriedly said,

"I know my sins! I will try my best to find someone to satisfy you, Miss. Please give me another chance!"

Night Enchantress sneered, a contemptuous smile appearing on her lips.

"Considering you're usually quite clever, I'll give you another chance to redeem yourself. If the next person you find can't satisfy me more than three times, you'd better watch out!"

Despite her anger, her voice remained charming and alluring, utterly captivating.

The pockmarked man's palms were soaked with sweat, and his face was utterly humbled as he said,

"I understand."

Ye Meixie nodded slightly. "Alright, you may leave."

"I take my leave."

Ye Meixie watched the pockmarked man's back disappear at the other end of the corridor, her stunningly beautiful face now cold and aloof.

They're all useless!

She knew very well the real reason for her recent sexual frustration.

Ever since that breathtaking sight on the mountain peak, that person who was even colder, more arrogant, and equally beautiful than herself—"Phoenix" Jun Tianjiao! Her image had been entrenched in her heart, impossible to shake off.

Her distraction was so great that even the most thrilling forbidden games with Lou Xueyi couldn't bring her the same pleasure as before.

Ye Meixie knew she couldn't continue like this.

The cultivation methods of the Demonic Sect always emphasize severing all ties of emotion and desire; especially in the practice of superior demonic arts, if one's mindset cannot maintain a state of complete severance from family and friends, at best one's power will be greatly diminished, and at worst one will be in danger of demonic possession. The "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade" practiced by Ye Meixie is a unique and unusual method within the Demonic Sect. While its power is strange and extraordinary, its cultivation process is several times more dangerous than ordinary demonic arts, even requiring the use of both yin and yang to maintain the body's integrity. "With a heart devoid of emotion, yet roaming freely in the sea of emotion" perfectly describes the "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade."

For Ye Meixie to be moved by a woman like Jun Tianjiao, even if lust outweighs affection, is still extremely dangerous.

Ye Meixie knows she has few choices. To maintain her transcendent status as one of the Nine Extraordinary People, the "Demon Spirit," she only has two paths: subdue Jun Tianjiao, making her Luo Yuzai's slave forever; or kill her.

Thinking of Jun Tianjiao's stunningly beautiful face, as radiant as peach blossoms and as aloof as ice, and the exquisite curves beneath her red dress, Ye Meixie couldn't help but feel a lewd impulse rising from the depths of his heart.

How exhilarating it would be to subdue such a proud woman as "Phoenix" at his feet!

Jun Tianjiao! Just you wait! I will make you mine!

A conqueror's smile curled at the corners of Ye Meixie's lips, while one hand slid down to between his legs, to that once again damp place… In the corridor where someone could pass at any moment, seductive breaths escaped.

The first rays of dawn had just pierced through the dark clouds, the morning breeze dispersing the thin mist but unable to dispel the chill of late autumn.

A wave of staff energy surged through the air, shattering the morning tranquility. The staff's swirling and scattering patterns subtly formed a lotus-like image, making the young monk within the staff appear like a golden boy descended to earth.

With a flourish of the staff, he flicked it straight up, and all the lingering staff shadows surged forth like a thousand Buddhas paying homage. The young monk's delicate eyes were tightly closed, his childlike face possessing an otherworldly transcendence. The final burst of staff energy shot skyward, exploding into a shimmering blue flower with a golden top, before slowly swirling down. The young monk opened his eyes, his black gem-like pupils solemn and compassionate, like the nature of Buddha! The young monk formed a mudra, sheathed the staff, and let out a long sigh.

"This 'Vairocana' move still doesn't feel quite right. What's missing...?"

Applause and cheers rang out not far from the young monk. He looked ahead in surprise and saw two handsome young men of similar age, their black hair parted from their brows to their ears, possessing striking good looks. Their bright eyes shone with profound wisdom, and they wore carefree, unrestrained smiles. They were clearly the ones who had just been cheering.

The other young man beside him was dressed in rough hemp clothing, looking at first glance like a farmer. Only his resolute face exuded a heroic air. For some reason, the young monk felt as if the other young man was looking at him like a wild beast sizing up its prey.

"What brings you two benefactors here...? Hmm, sir, haven't we met somewhere before?" The

young monk greeted the two boys politely, but when his gaze fell on the boy on the right, a sense of déjà vu washed over him.

The boy opposite him smiled and said, "Little monk, how forgetful! I clearly saved your life not long ago, how can you not even recognize the voice of your savior?"

The young monk was taken aback, then overjoyed, exclaiming, "You are my benefactor!"

"That's wonderful! My benefactor is unharmed; it truly is Buddha's blessing, good deeds are rewarded!" The

young man merely smiled faintly upon hearing this. If he could be considered a good person, then the Buddha who protected him must be a blind deity.

The young man was none other than "Evil Star" Jun Tianxie, and beside him was his brother "Sword Master" Ding Shenzhao, who, after regaining his senses, had returned to his inseparable position. To deal with "Sword Marquis" Lou Xueyi, Jun Tianxie had finally managed to persuade the latter to go to the "Martial Arts Academy" to seek help from his sister, "Phoenix" Jun Tianjiao. However, outside the academy, they unexpectedly encountered an "old acquaintance"—"Bodhi'er" Mi. For Jun

Tianxie, this was an unexpected surprise, a windfall from heaven. If the person involved were to boast about it, they might even spout phrases like "good deeds are rewarded," completely insulting the original meaning of the idiom.

The first time he met Maitreya, he saw that the other's hidden martial arts talent was astonishing, even surpassing Ding Shenzhao's. Through his clever maneuvering, he transformed the forced situation into a righteous act of kindness, preparing to use the same method to make Maitreya another powerful "weapon" for Luo Yuzai in the future.

"Little monk, you're safe and sound too? That's wonderful! To escape with your life from the hands of 'Heavenly King' Indra is already a remarkable achievement. Sigh!" "It's a pity I wasn't capable enough to protect Master Prajna..."

His superb acting and tone successfully stirred the heartstrings of the naive Maitreya. Remembering his master's death to save him, he was overcome with grief and said somberly,

"It's not your fault, benefactor. It's all my incompetence. My master died tragically at the hands of evil men from the demonic sect, and as his disciple, I was powerless to avenge him. I have to rely on others for survival. If only I were stronger... if only my skills were higher..."

His tone was filled with boundless regret, clearly showing his deep pain and self-reproach for Prajna's death before his eyes.

Ding Shenzhao, who had remained silent, suddenly walked straight to Maitreya. While the latter was wondering about the strange action, Ding Shenzhao suddenly—flipped his wrist and drew his sword!

This sudden turn of events startled even Jun Tianxie. Maitreya dodged the sword in the nick of time, but was also terrified, shouting angrily, "Benefactor, do you think this humble monk has drawn his sword?" Ding Shenzhao said coldly, "

Why are you running away? Haven't you been tormented by pain, wishing you could follow your master to the afterlife? I'm helping you find relief."

Maitreya was taken aback by Ding Shenzhao's words. Ding had indeed struck at his core, but the thought of dying so unjustly at the hands of a stranger was unbearable…

"If you yourself have given up the will to live, how can you avenge your master? Since you acknowledge that you are no match for Di Shitian and have no hope of avenging your master, then you might as well die by my sword now, rather than suffer in this world."

Ding Shenzhao's longsword trembled, and countless silver streaks of light crisscrossed and shot towards Maitreya. This time, there was no room for him to dodge; he was serious about taking his life!

The silver light of death illuminated Maitreya's pupils, but it also ignited his will to live. He gripped the "Burning Lamp Staff" tightly, his mind filled with only one thought: His master's revenge was unavenged! He could not die like this… With a roar, he unleashed the "Great Thousand Worlds Staff."

Three thousand staff shadows crisscrossed! Forming a world of its own!

Maitreya Boy seemed to transform into two clones, one thrusting upwards with his staff, the other sweeping horizontally, forcefully intercepting Ding Shenzhao's waterfall of silver light.

Ding Shenzhao roared, "Good!" His left-hand sword was simultaneously drawn, its heavy blade slicing through the air towards Maitreya. The latter, now free of fear and self-reproach, spun his "Burning Lamp Staff" with divine speed, creating a series of pearl-like sounds as it struck Ding Shenzhao's blade, the resulting vibrations almost causing him to lose his grip.

A barely perceptible smile flashed in Ding Shenzhao's dark eyes. His right-hand sword and left-hand sword moved simultaneously, a crystalline curtain of light forming an iron wall that crashed towards Maitreya. During his period as the "Tearful Killer," a killing machine that had led him astray, his martial arts had not only not regressed, but had instead reached a completely new level.

However, Maitreya's martial arts skills had also progressed remarkably. The head of the Martial Arts Academy sympathized with Maitreya's plight and was impressed by the monk's exceptional talent. He intended to train Maitreya into a rising star of the righteous path and diligently educated him, allowing Maitreya's cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds, now rivaling even the "Three Heroes" or the "One Phoenix."

"You have been relentlessly pressuring me, so don't blame this humble monk for resorting to violence,"

Ding Shenzhao sneered. "If you want to fight, then fight! Why waste time with all this nonsense!"

Maitreya roared, and the "Burning Lamp" staff in his hand seemed to suddenly grow dozens of times longer, unleashing a spiraling white arc that bypassed the attack and struck Ding Shenzhao's back. The latter was startled, clearly not expecting that the other party would use such staff techniques to break through his supposedly flawless sword and saber combination technique, and even find that one blind spot. He realized he had to reassess the young monk's strength.

Ding Shenzhao withdrew his sword and saber net, lowered his body to avoid the staff tip that shot out like a snake's tongue from behind, and then slashed backward with his own sword. However, the latter retreated to its original position like a whale sucking in water. Maitreya spun his hands, and the seemingly infinitely extending Burning Lamp Staff transformed into three more staff shadows, striking at him, maximizing the advantage of the long staff for long-range attacks.

Ding Shenzhao knew that if he couldn't find a way to close the distance between him and Maitreya, he would be trapped in a defensive situation without being able to fight back. His swords and sabers were unleashed in unison, like warp and weft, blooming into a series of beautiful yet cruel killing intents as they "opened" towards Maitreya.

Maitreya remained calm and composed, without joy or sorrow. Under his control, the Burning Lamp Staff became a white blur, spinning and swirling around him, causing Ding Shenzhao's sword energy and saber light to gradually become chaotic in the wind of the staff, withering away like snowflakes in summer.

Ding Shenzhao found he couldn't gain the upper hand against this Buddhist-style staff. Maitreya's "Great Thousand Worlds Staff" was both everything and nothingness; both law and no-law; originally nothing, where could one grasp? He couldn't break this staff technique.

Just then, a voice reached his ears, seemingly echoing from the depths of his heart.

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning; thus should you contemplate them!"

Ding Shenzhao's mind jolted, as if his inner spiritual world had been struck by a thunderbolt. All understanding flowed into his mind like lightning, and he laughed loudly:

"I also have law, I also have no law, I understand!"

In the blink of an eye, Ding Shenzhao had attained an understanding that others would need three lifetimes to comprehend. A crystalline light burst forth, and the swords slashed out along completely opposite paths, yet subtly echoed each other like the initial separation of yin and yang in the universe. Layers of sword waves transformed into perfect layers of energy, while the sword's edge surged forth from the center. This sword strike was both methodical and unmethodical; it was the "Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade" that his ancestor had used to dominate the world 150 years ago!

Maitreya knew that this sword and blade had surpassed the limits of his defense. In that life-or-death moment, Ding Shenzhao seemed to have gained an understanding he didn't comprehend. That was good; at least he had done his best. Maitreya smiled helplessly, his Burning Lamp Staff casually and gently flicking out. The intent of this strike was also one of no birth, no death, no fear, no terror, emptiness and selflessness.

"Clang!"

A sound like a bell tolling in an empty mountain rang out between the two.

The final blow between Maitreya and Ding Shenzhao did not result in a victory, because Jun Tianxie suddenly used "Dreamy Illusory Flower" to teleport between them, simultaneously pointing out with both hands, his sword fingers restraining their impending attack.

This sounds simple, but it's far from easy in practice. Eyesight, speed, timing, and force—if any one of these is off, the target will be caught in the crossfire of both sides' attacks. Even a master of Long Bufei's caliber couldn't survive such a pincer attack.

But why has Jun Tianxie, who has always avoided danger, suddenly changed his ways?

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