[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - 35

Chapter Five: The Fading of Fragrance

and the Death of the Third Under Heaven. Although Bai Mo and Tianxia Sandi had always maintained an adversarial stance, a subtle camaraderie had developed between them during their joint battle against Ni Tianxie. Now, seeing Tianxia Sandi unexpectedly killed by Di Shitian, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Bai Mo's heart.

Di Shitian, of course, paid no heed to Bai Mo's feelings. He struck the ground again with his palm, the Nine Suns Bright Fire's fiery energy creating a crater in the ground, but surprisingly, it didn't harm a single hair on Tianxia Sandi's body. It simply caused the latter's body to sink into the ground and be buried by the molten mud, never to be seen again.

It looked as if Di Shitian had deliberately built a tomb for Tianxia Sandi.

Bai Mo exclaimed in surprise, "This is..."

Di Shitian said calmly, "Have you figured out my intentions...?" A thought

flashed through Bai Mo's mind, and he said, "Could it be... that the Heavenly King's intention isn't to kill the third-ranked cultivator, but rather to help him achieve his goal?"

Di Shitian didn't directly answer Bai Mo's question, but only said, "The 'Hellwalk' technique, which allows one to escape death and be reborn, certainly makes the cultivator stronger, but the risk increases several times over with each level. Although I didn't kick the third-ranked cultivator when he was down, it doesn't mean I have the kindness to help him in his time of need. Whether he can use this opportunity to break through to the highest level of 'Hellwalk' depends on his own comprehension and destiny."

Bai Mo understood the unspoken meaning of Di Shitian's words—if he couldn't break through, it would be better to die like this! This was the ruthlessness and humanity of a hegemon.

"Can he still walk?" "

Indra suddenly asked the White Demon a question, causing the latter to pause for a moment before responding, 'I think... I think I can...'

The White Demon mustered his remaining strength to try and stand up again, but his injuries were far too severe. Although Indra had provided emergency treatment, he was still far from fully recovered. Even the simple act of standing up was extremely difficult, but how could he show weakness in front of his master? Even at the cost of aggravating his internal injuries, he had to force himself to stand.

Suddenly, the White Demon felt a lightness in his body; it was Indra who had supported him under his armpits, helping him to his feet.

'Your Majesty... how... how could I dare to trouble you...'

The White Demon's feelings at this moment could only be described as 'overwhelmed with gratitude.' Indra would actually lend a helping hand to his subordinate; this was something he would never have dared to even dream of before!

'I finally survived a life-threatening ordeal; wouldn't it be a pity if some villains who rushed over took advantage of it?'" "

Although Di Shitian spoke casually, Bai Mo detected a rare hint of concern in his voice. It was like adding a spoonful of powdered sugar to a vat of water, but for the ruthless and merciless demonic tyrant—'Heavenly King'—this was an unprecedented act of kindness.

'Thank you for your great kindness, Heavenly King.'

Bai Mo lowered his head, avoiding letting the other see the complex expression on his face. After his memories returned, he was no longer as obedient to Di Shitian as before; in fact, given the chance, he would never miss an opportunity to stab Di Shitian in the back.

However, even without using 'no evil thoughts' to sense the other's heart, Bai Mo could now sense the difference in Di Shitian.

Whether this change was good or bad for his path of revenge, he couldn't yet be certain."

The "Peerless Evil God," Ni Tianxie, sprinted at full speed towards the back mountain of the "Six Paths Holy Temple," his face filled with anxiety.

His wisdom and strength were unparalleled; even though the "Great Sun Heavenly King" Di Shitian's "Nine Yang Ultimate" might surpass him in pure strength, it couldn't defeat him, let alone kill him.

The "Sword Emperor and Blade King" among the Four Generals were still insignificant, and the "Lord of Floating and Sinking" couldn't shake off the fussy nature of a Buddhist monk; neither could pose a real threat. So what was it that could make our invincible Heavenly Emperor so nervous?

The answer would soon be revealed, for Ni Tianxie could no longer suppress his surging emotions; his anxious feelings materialized into words, blurting out,

"Mother! Please don't do anything foolish!!" The voice

, like a thunderclap in mid-air, lingered for a long time, as if even the heavens and earth trembled. The angry tone carried on the wind to Di Shitian, who was about to leave the battlefield. The latter stopped, turned back to look in the direction Ni Tianxie had gone, and after a long while, said with a hint of emotion, "Even if one cultivates to the ultimate... invincible... undefeated realm, a person is still a person, and can never escape the entanglements of the seven emotions and six desires... Were you the same back then... Jun Nitian..."

Of course, those words could not reach Ni Tianxie's ears.

"Damn it!"

Never before had Ni Tianxie's face shown such genuine panic. "eager to return home" was insufficient to describe his current desire to reach his destination. His movements were like fleeting light, mercilessly destroying anything in his path. Trees fell, rocks shattered, dust flew—his speed, faster than anything else, still could not satisfy Ni Tianxie at this moment.

"Mother! Don't be impulsive, you must wait for me to return!"

During the fierce battle with Di Shitian, he sensed an ominous premonition. Now, with the increasing distance and time, the ominous premonition only grows stronger, making Ni Tianxie increasingly uneasy.

For a peerless powerhouse like him, the power of perception can even reach the level of precognition. Even if he was mentally prepared for what was to come, when that cruel fate was about to descend, Ni Tianxie's reaction was no different from that of any ordinary mortal: hoping to change the wheel of destiny with his own power.

However, the so-called "power of will" is a supreme existence that transcends any physical force; no one can defy it, and no one... Exceptions are possible.

Ni Tianxie finally arrived at his destination—the back mountain of the "Six Paths Holy Temple," a place originally named "Jade Burial Cliff" by the Six Paths Holy Emperor.

Whether the Holy Emperor foresaw this tragic fate when he named it is forever unknown.

On Jade Burial Cliff,

Ni Tianxie saw Yu Baixue.

Yu Baixue saw Ni Tianxie.

Not a second elapsed. The mountain wind blew, making Yu Baixue's slender body seem about to take flight, like the last lone plum blossom about to wither in the harsh winter.

The moment their eyes met, Ni Tianxie read an unwavering will in Yu Baixue's pupils—a feeling of utter despair, of lifelessness and utter death.

"Farewell, my son!

" "No! Don't be foolish, I will never let you die!"

Mother and son exchanged a brief, unspoken message with their eyes. Yu Baixue understood the importance of every second count, for with the power of the "Peerless Evil God," this distance was nothing more than a blink of an eye.

Yu Baixue stood at the very top of "Jade Burial Cliff," one step back and she was plunged into an abyss.

"I'm sorry, I'm tired, so very tired. Please let me rest. "

The hatred for her family's massacre, the resentment for her husband's death—Yu Baixue no longer cared. She only wanted one thing

: eternal rest!

Yu Baixue stepped back.

A satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Yu Baixue retreated off the cliff.

"Goodbye, my son! Even if your wisdom and strength have reached unparalleled heights, there is one thing you will never achieve:

you will never have my body!"

Yu Baixue fell.

"No!"

Ni Tianxie let out a heart-wrenching scream, his silver hair standing on end. His "Heavenly Dao" internal energy surged to its peak, a beam of silver light shooting from his forehead. His already pale body became even more radiant, as if the veins beneath his skin were visible. Then, the most unbelievable thing happened.

Heaven and earth suddenly froze.

The wind stopped blowing, the birds stopped flying, the leaves stopped falling.

Yu Baixue's body, falling from "Burial Jade Cliff," also stopped in an instant.

All things defying the laws of physics occurred the moment the silver beam shot from Ni Tianxie's forehead. The situation was somewhat similar to the "Peerless Demon Blade," one of the three great techniques of the Mingyue Sect, but even if Jun Nitian himself performed it, he couldn't achieve such a complete and perfect freeze.

It was as if time had truly stopped.

—The Sword of Eternity, Sixth Form! Above and below, I alone reign supreme!

The final and strongest form of the "Sword of Eternity"! It was a masterpiece of perfect fusion of power and spirit. Within a hundred feet, not only space but also the will of all living beings within its range could be completely sealed, creating a scene as if time itself had been frozen.

"Above and below, I alone reign supreme!" As the name suggests, within the space reached by the Sword of the Mortal Realm, Ni Tianxie was the ruler of this world, omnipotent! He could do whatever he pleased!

—Mother! I will never let you die like this! Before I have you!

Originally, given the speed at which Yu Baixue fell off the cliff and the distance between them, even with Ni Tianxie's fastest movements, he wouldn't be able to save her in time. However, with the release of "Above and below, I alone reign supreme," all things fell silent, and only Ni Tianxie himself could move freely within the Mortal Realm. The distance between them was instantly shortened to only thirty feet... twenty feet... ten feet... It seemed that Yu Baixue's suicide attempt was about to end in failure again.

Just then!

Ni Tianxie's expression suddenly changed, his body trembled violently as he rushed forward, and with a "whoosh!" he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

In an instant, four words flashed through his mind:

"Poisoning by Qi!

" While the "Sword of the Eternal World" was indeed incredibly powerful, wielding such a formidable sword technique required an absolutely calm and ruthless mind—like the perfect combination of fire and ice.

However, when he witnessed Yu Baixue's suicide attempt, his mind was thrown into chaos. Forcing the attack in this extremely unstable state, coupled with his lingering internal injuries from his previous battle with Di Shitian, was like a child playing with fire on a pile of explosives—it would be strange if nothing went wrong!

—Heavens! Why now of all times? No!

With his spirit and energy in disarray, the "Eternal World Space" could no longer be maintained. Although the distance between them was now less than three zhang, it was truly "a world apart yet so close!" In this predicament where he couldn't even extend a finger, Ni Tianxie watched helplessly as Yu Baixue plummeted off the "Jade Burial Cliff"!

"No—!!"

Ni Tianxie's pupils dilated, his fingers gaped open, his mouth agape, yet he couldn't utter a single word, couldn't make a single movement.

Yu Baixue had vanished from his sight.

"Don't die—don't leave me alone—Mother—!"

The shrill cries echoed on the desolate "Jade Burial Cliff," but no matter how fiercely Ni Tianxie shouted, it couldn't change the fact that Yu Baixue was gone. As the shrill roar ceased, the world instantly returned to its original deathly stillness, but this stillness was only a temporary illusion.

"Ha—!"

The tranquil cliff was quickly replaced by a maniacal laugh filled with sorrow. Ni Tianxie knelt on the edge of the cliff, his body trembling uncontrollably, emitting bursts of laughter filled with grief, hatred, and rage, sending chills down the spines of all who heard it.

—Why? This feeling of heartache? Can I also feel heartache?! All for a woman, a woman who doesn't love me!

Ni Tianxie had always considered himself a being completely ignorant of "love." His father saw him as an interesting adversary; his mother as merely a tool for revenge; and the Six Paths Holy Emperor, born of the same spirit, viewed him as a useless parasite. He grew up in an environment filled with hatred and distrust. Even after his personality was fully restored, the nightmares that had haunted him since birth could never be erased. He was incapable of trusting or feeling for anyone, which was the main reason why the outside world perceived him as cold and ruthless.

Even with his mother, Yu Baixue, with whom he had the deepest entanglement of love, desire, and hatred, Ni Tianxie didn't know if he truly "loved" her. Was it because the more something was unacceptable, the more he wanted to possess it? Or was it because his definition of "love" was simply too vague? Ni Tianxie had never been able to clarify an answer.

However, only now, after truly losing Yu Baixue, did he realize how much she held in his heart.

"What ultimate power? Perfect wisdom? Yet I couldn't even protect the woman I loved most! What a disgrace to call myself a 'Peerless Evil God'!" "Utterly worthless!"

As the regret and pain piling up in his heart gradually reached saturation, Ni Tianxie only wanted to cry his heart out, to let his grief and anger be released through his tears. But he found that no matter what he did, he couldn't squeeze out a single tear.

He just couldn't cry.

"Mother... why... you would rather commit suicide than be with me... why..."

"Without you... what's the point of having the whole world... Mother... can't you really understand my feelings for you..." He

kept muttering to himself, expressing his heartache and regret. From his motionless body, one could feel an extremely strong sense of despair and loneliness... and a murderous intent that could destroy everything!

"Mother... without you... what meaning does this world have for me anymore..."

Ni Tianxie finally slowly raised his head. His pupils, now crimson, were filled with an unprecedented murderous intent and madness. Suddenly, he let out a wild roar to the sky. As if sensing an impending calamity, the heavens also turned crimson!

"Red rain falls from the sky! This is an ominous sign!" "

The Lord of Floating and Sinking, as if sensing something, suddenly looked up at the sky. When he saw the strange phenomenon on the horizon, he felt a sudden, inexplicable tremor in his heart!

"Holy Lord... what is this...?"

Beside him, "Guanyin Heavenly Maiden" Fan Xin Di also sensed something amiss.

The Lord of Floating and Sinking remained silent for a long time, staring blankly at the sky. After a long, long time, he finally sighed, "Snow melts and jade shatters... the evil god goes mad... a catastrophe for all living beings is inevitable... a tragedy! a tragedy!"

The two of them stared at the sky slowly turning red, speechless for a long time.

Chapter Six: The Mad Evil God

's Six Paths Holy Temple.

Even without its master, the 108 familiars of the "Six Paths of Reincarnation" still faithfully and persistently guarded the temple, defending against the invasion of outsiders.

"Familiars" are martial arts masters modified by the Six Paths Realm. Using a control technique similar to "Soul Stealing," they strip away the opponent's thinking ability, leaving only their instincts of obedience and combat, and allowing them to unleash 150% of their potential. However, due to the difficulty of creating familiars, even at its peak, the Six Paths Realm could only produce around 108, with each shikigami leading 18 familiars. Now, with the Six Paths shikigami practically extinct, the remaining approximately 70 familiars are all under the jurisdiction of the sole remaining "Hungry Ghost Path" shikigami—Naraku.

After passing through the main hall from the entrance, there are six passages leading to the residence of each shikigami, each guarded by six familiars, making its defense virtually impregnable. But nothing is absolute. The Six Paths Temple, which had remained untouched for six centuries, comes to an end today.

On the path leading to the "human" shikigami—Mugou—six expressionless familiars stood faithfully guarding the entrance as always. In a sense, these familiars could no longer be considered "human," but rather "tools." Their blank, lifeless faces seemed to whisper of an unspeakable sorrow. The

passage of time held no meaning for the familiars; these humanoid tools, driven only by their fighting instincts, had no worries about appetite, sleep, or sexual desire—truly the most dutiful guardians.

Each familiar was a fighting tool devoid of self-will, abandoning the instincts of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. They should have no capacity for "fear," yet when an intense, frenzied killing intent emanated from the other end of the passage, the six familiars simultaneously felt a profound sense of terror. It was as if someone had directly commanded them from their central nervous system, instilling fear in these familiars who should have been devoid of all emotion and thought.

This should have been impossible, yet it had happened.

The six familiars simultaneously felt a profound, ocean-like fear, and an instantaneous, chilling killing intent that filled their surroundings. Before their instincts could even react, a pair of eerie, crimson eyes—the last thing they would ever see—became the final sight of their lives.

"Kill!"

The cold, ruthless tone was like a death warrant from the King of Hell, a black shadow swiftly passing through the passage guarded by the six familiars, carrying invisible sword energy like a torrent, piercing through the six who were slow to react in fear.

As the intruder's figure receded rapidly, the six derelict figures stood motionless like stone statues, their six wide, unfocused eyes suddenly oozing a drop of blood, before their entire bodies exploded into a cloud of blood mist, scattering a horrifying rain of blood across the corridor! The

familiars of the Six Paths Realm, known for their ability to take on a hundred men single-handedly, were utterly powerless against this newcomer!

Having removed the obstruction of the six familiars, the figure continued towards his destination without looking back. The hundred-foot-long corridor was merely a blink of an eye for him. Arriving at the residence of the current "Human Path" shikigami—Mugou—without pausing, he smashed open the two bronze doors as if they were made of paper with a "boom!" revealing Mugou's astonished and panicked face, and her voluptuous and well-built figure clad only in a bodice.

Mugou had clearly just been awakened from her sleep by the intense killing intent of the intruder. Although the intruder's movements were lightning-fast, Mugou still displayed the appropriate reaction as one of the Six Paths shikigami. When the intruder broke down the door, Mugou was perfectly prepared to retaliate at any moment. However, when she saw the intruder's face, she was completely stunned, and even the thought of counterattacking vanished from her mind.

"Master?!"

The intruder was none other than the vengeful evil god—Nitianxie—driven mad by the grief of losing his mother!

"Bitch!"

Ni Tianxie completely ignored Wu Gou's change in attitude. His crimson eyes blazed with an unprecedented, crazed killing intent. His fingers gripped her delicate neck, and with merciless force, he slammed her snow-white, mature body against the wall! Blood spilled from her mouth, and her brows furrowed in pain.

"Master...cough...what...is wrong..."

Ni Tianxie's silver hair stood on end like a hedgehog, his blood-red pupils devoid of their former calm and arrogance. His voice was forced out through clenched teeth.

"Bitch! Look what you've done!"

Wu Gou's body convulsed with fear. The places where Ni Tianxie's fingers had pressed against her skin showed streaks of blood seeping through her pale skin, creating a strangely beautiful, tragic effect.

Every nerve in Wu Gou's body felt the chilling killing intent. She was certain Ni Tianxie wasn't joking; he truly wanted to kill her! This realization even transcended the physical pain, plunging her into a hellish despair.

"Master... what... did I... do wrong..."

Wu Gou wasn't afraid of death; her life already belonged entirely to Ni Tianxie, and she wouldn't complain if he wanted it back anytime. What she feared was being killed without forgiveness, not sacrificing herself to protect her master.

Ni Tianxie gritted his teeth and said, "You wretch! What did I tell you? Didn't I tell you to stay by my side and protect the mistress at all times? Why didn't you even know she jumped off the cliff to commit suicide?"

Wu Gou was stunned as if struck by lightning. "What? The mistress committed suicide!" Ni Tianxie

said hatefully, "You're still pretending! That's right, it must be because you were jealous that I only favored Bai Xue, so you abused your power and abandoned me, even secretly fueling the flames, right? Utterly foolish! In my entire life, I could never love another woman besides my mother

, Bai Xue! You don't understand this and act recklessly. Don't you think you deserve to die?" Ni Tianxie's reasoning actually had logical contradictions, which would have been impossible for him when he had omniscience. But Yu Bai Xue's death was like a hole punched in a dam, bringing his flaws to the surface.

Wu Gou's eyes widened. Although she wanted to shake her head and deny it, Ni Tianxie's five fingers gripped her like an iron ring, making her unable to move at all.

"I...cough...no..."

Ni Tianxie roared, "Still trying to deny it! You piece of trash who can't even do a small thing, what use are you to me? Die!" As soon as Ni Tianxie

finished speaking, he clenched his five fingers with all his might, actually separating Wu Gou's head from her body! Thick, warm blood splattered all over Ni Tianxie's hands, body, and face, making him look like a demon possessed by hell!

Wu Gou's head rolled to Ni Tianxie's feet, her dead, gray eyes looking at him with resentment and accusation. This man who had led her from darkness to light had, in the end, cruelly pushed her back into the darkest abyss. If time could turn back, would Wu Gou be willing to do it all over again?

The answer should be yes.

Ni Tianxie felt no remorse or guilt whatsoever for personally executing the woman who loved him deeply until her death. As he said, aside from his own mother, he had no attachment to anyone in this world and could destroy them without hesitation at any time!

Killing Wugou was no different from stepping on an ant.

"You bitch! Dying like this is too easy for you!"

Ni Tianxie didn't want to leave Wugou with a broken life to slowly torture her in the future, but the overflowing anger in his chest had already begun to act on its own before reason could apply the brakes.

All along, Ni Tianxie, through the unification of his personality, had maintained a flawless image in terms of self-control of emotions. However, the fact that Yu Baixue committed suicide in front of him, and that he was powerless to stop it, gnawed at his once flawless heart like a monster, driving him towards madness and instability.

A peerless evil god was already incredibly terrifying, but an out-of-control, crazed evil god was definitely the embodiment of disaster and bloodshed.

"Finally here?"

The seemingly random question revealed that even in his extreme rage and madness, the "Peerless Evil God" hadn't lost his vigilance. As soon as he finished speaking, a figure entered through the doorway, his delicate, almost feminine face showing undisguised surprise.

"Immaculate... Heavenly Emperor... What's going on?!"

"Enough nonsense!"

The cold words were like a sharp arrow, and the figure of the Rebellious Evil God transformed into one, darting like a white horse flashing past a crack, like a needle slipping through a gap, into the arms of the "Hungry Ghost Path" shikigami, Naraku. Caught off guard and with a gaping opening, the latter had no time to react and could only watch helplessly as he was struck!

"Whoa!"

Ni Tianxie struck Naraku in the chest with his elbow, the sound of bones cracking ringing out clearly. Naraku vomited a mouthful of blood. Although caught off guard and in a state of disarray, the fact that a powerful "Hungry Ghost Path" shikigami couldn't even withstand a single blow and was severely injured only proved that the crazed "Peerless Evil God" remained incredibly strong and absolutely invincible.

"Boom!"

Naraku flew out of the doorway, crashing into the wall behind him, where spiderweb-like cracks appeared before he finally collapsed to the ground like a broken doll. His chest still heaved, indicating that while the injury was severe, it wasn't fatal. Was it due to his powerful protective energy? Or had Ni Tianxie not used his full strength? That remained unknown.

After venting his anger for a while, Ni Tianxie seemed to have calmed down somewhat. He stood silently in place, his crimson pupils still unchanged, but the frenzied killing intent seemed to have subsided considerably. However, this did not mean that the "Peerless Evil God" was no longer out of control; it was possible that he was temporarily suppressing his anger and madness beneath a layer of reason, waiting for the next opportunity to erupt.

At that time, having lost his mother, Yu Baixue, the only one who could stop his rampage, how far would he go? It was a terrifying thought that he dared not even imagine.

Darkness, boundless darkness.

This was a space where not a single ray of light could be found, like an endless hell, a space where only darkness and despair existed.

In this absolute darkness, a ball of light suddenly appeared, the light coming from a fireball that spontaneously combusted. However, the light from this fireball was devoid of warmth; instead, it gave the feeling of raging inferno in hell, and from within the flames came bursts of painful groans.

An endless fall, an endless torment—that was the only feeling remaining in Tianxia Sandi.

He felt himself plummeting into indistinguishable darkness, while the karmic fire, like maggots clinging to his bones, ravaged every nerve, causing extreme pain to every cell. Yet, he couldn't afford to faint or succumb to madness; he had to remain conscious, enduring this limitless torture!

—What was happening? I should be dead already, so why was I being burned at the stake in this place?

Despite the excruciating pain, Tianxia Sandi clung to a sliver of clarity, desperately trying to recall his last memories, attempting to understand why he was here.

—I remember, I was critically injured in my battle with Ni Tianxie, and then Di Shitian delivered the final blow…

As Tianxia Sandi recalled this, a sharp pain shot through his forehead, as if the force of Di Shitian's blow still lingered.

—That's it! I was killed by Indra, but he deliberately left me with a complete corpse, allowing the "Hellwalker's" ability to resurrect me to take effect, forcing me to break through the eighteen levels of "Hellwalker's" realm on my own.

Upon realizing this, an uncontrollable rage surged within Third Under Heaven. To rely on the "charity" of an enemy to achieve a breakthrough was an unbearable humiliation for a descendant of Yama!

"These annoying flames, break them!"

Third Under Heaven roared, unleashing his full power to shatter the hellfire binding him. Now that he knew where he was and why he was there, breaking free from the barrier created by his "inner demon" was not difficult.

With the inner demon extinguished, even in absolute darkness, observing things was no longer a problem for Third Under Heaven. However, even with his hawk-like sharp eyes scanning repeatedly, he couldn't find anything other than himself in this endless space.

—What's going on? This is completely different from the previous process of "Hellwalker's" resurrection. What should I do? How can I leave this place?

As the contemporary successor of "Hellwalk," the Third Under Heaven is no stranger to the experience of "death." In each "resurrection," his consciousness is like an arrow piercing straight into darkness, and past memories flash before his eyes like a revolving lantern. Just as his original spirit is about to reach the gates of the underworld, the unique essence of "Hellwalk" activates on its own, brewing life from the dead, allowing him not only to be resurrected from the brink of death but also to have his power enhanced.

The process sounds simple, but in reality, it is extremely dangerous. Of a hundred people who practice the miraculous skill of "Hellwalk," ninety-nine cannot survive this "life-saving" process, turning from a state of apparent death into a real one. Only those with an iron constitution and will have a chance to survive this ordeal. For the Third Under

Heaven, the previous resurrection processes were all initiated by his mother. From beginning to end, he only relied on his strong willpower to endure countless pains during the resurrection process. However, this time, apart from the initial inner demon fire, he experienced a completely different situation, leaving even someone as experienced as him unsure how to react.

Just as the Third Under Heaven was racking his brains for a solution, a familiar but unexpected voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Damn trash, this little predicament has stumped you?"

The Third Under Heaven looked up in astonishment and saw a familiar figure slowly descending from above. The domineering aura and the chiseled, handsome features made him seem like the King of Hell himself, who had stepped out of the underworld, causing the Third Under Heaven's pupils to freeze.

"Master..." the Third Under Heaven said in an almost groaning tone.

—The one who came was his master, the number one ruler under heaven who had long since died—"King of Hell" Jun Nitian!

Chapter Seven: The Realization of True Self

"Master?!"

Reuniting with the person he revered most in his life within the realm of consciousness, even knowing it was merely a phantom created by his subconscious and that Jun Nitian could never truly appear before him again, still filled him with overwhelming excitement.

The unparalleled imperial majesty emanating from Jun Nitian was as domineering as before, yet it felt strangely familiar to Tianxia Sandi.

In his heart, Jun Nitian was forever an irreplaceable "strict father," and only before him could he lower all his defenses and exist simply as a student.

Jun Nitian's figure stopped before Tianxia Sandi, then coldly said in his usual icy tone, "Useless trash, giving up so quickly?"

Tianxia Sandi, of course, understood the true meaning of Jun Nitian's accusation. In the incomprehensible realm of consciousness, his "conscience" appeared before him as a strict teacher—a self-reflection from the depths of his soul, leaving no room for pretense or excuse.

He was indeed utterly disheartened.

No matter how hard he trained, no matter how many breakthroughs he made, there always seemed to be an insurmountable wall before him—a wall called the "Peerless Evil God."

The Third in the World was never a genius; everything he possessed was earned through unimaginable blood, sweat, and tears. He firmly believed that only "effort" was the sole path to success, including his master, hailed as the Number One in the World, who, regardless of the sect's busy schedule, would spend at least four hours a day practicing.

Until the appearance of the "Peerless Evil God," Ni Tianxie, shattered his long-held common sense and understanding. Despite his young age, Ni Tianxie possessed a far greater understanding and cultivation than him. Ni Tianxie proved to the Third in the World that there truly exists a "talent" that cannot be surpassed by "effort" alone—and he—Ni Tianxie—was such a genius!

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even scratch the "Peerless Evil God." Had Jun Ni Tian's prophecy truly come true? He is the third in the world, and he will always be the third in the world. He can never surpass the second in the world, who is truly in the same lineage as the first in the world—Ni Tian Xie!

Faced with the question of "Jun Ni Tian", the third in the world could only lower his head, like a defeated rooster.

"I'm sorry, Master, I've tried my best, but I just can't beat Junior Brother. I've disappointed you..."

Jun Nitian snorted angrily, then suddenly punched the Third Under Heaven in the stomach, almost making him vomit bile.

"Useless trash! You give up so easily, do you still deserve to be my disciple?"

The Third Under Heaven endured the churning pain in his internal organs, bowing his head dejectedly, and said, "Master, I've tried my best, but I just can't beat Tianxie..."

Jun Nitian grew angrier as he listened, and actually lifted the Third Under Heaven up with one hand like an eagle grabbing a chick, shouting, "Damn it! What do you mean by trying your best? Look at you, you're worse than a dead dog, is that what you call trying your best?"

The Third Under Heaven didn't show any surprise or humiliation; his heart, like dead ashes, could never be rekindled or extinguished.

"Tianxie has the full power and cultivation of the Six Paths Saint Emperor within him. In terms of realm, only you, Master, can compare to him. Even though my 'Hellwalk' has reached the seventeenth level, it's still far too far behind." "

So what? He has the cultivation of a Saint Emperor for a hundred years, and you have the 'Hellwalk' of the eighteenth heaven! Do you think the martial arts I taught you are inferior to those fancy moves from the Six Paths Realm?"

"My talent cannot compare to yours, Master. No matter how hard I try, I cannot break through to the peak of the eighteenth heaven. If Master wants to punish me for this, then I can only accept it gladly." "

It seems you still don't understand the situation. Cultivating the martial arts of 'Hellwalk' doesn't rely on talent or hard work, but on the individual's comprehension. Your inability to reach the eighteenth heaven is due to insufficient enlightenment. Other reasons are just excuses for self-limitation. Do you understand?" Upon

hearing this, the Third Under Heaven trembled, as if Jun Nitian's words had touched a nerve in his heart, but he wasn't quite sure.

"Enlightenment?"

"You still don't understand?" Jun Nitian said coldly, "Do you know what the reason I kept pushing you to become stronger was?" "

No..."

The Third Under Heaven wanted to answer, but didn't know where to begin.

What had always supported his growth? He had never really thought about that question. He only knew that since he was old enough to understand, martial arts training had been the focus of his life, and becoming stronger—strong enough to be comparable to his master, Jun Nitian—was his only goal.

But what truly supported his growth? Was it simply because he was the successor of Jun Yanhuang? This reason was so weak that even he couldn't convince himself.

"Don't know? Then let me tell you," Jun Nitian said. "Relying solely on martial arts training or talent to become stronger has its limits. To break through to the 'ultimate' realm of oneness with heaven and man, one must look inward and comprehend one's 'true self.'"

"True self?"

"Yes, everyone has their own true nature, and that is the 'true self.'" "Like my true self and Ding Chenyi's, it is the endless pursuit of martial arts; Di Shitian and Mo Tuofo's true self is power; Fu Shen Zhi Zhu's true self is non-contention; Ni Tian Xie's true self is evil... Therefore, he is the one who should least be allowed among all the ultimate powerhouses."

The third-ranked expert in the world seemed to understand, and couldn't help but ask, "Then may I ask, Master, what is my true self?"

Jun Nitian's eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light, sharp as a blade, almost impossible to look at.

"Your true self is pain!"

"Pain?"

Jun Nitian said, "Your life is built from a series of pains, from cutting off your own arm to become my disciple, to the experience of going from death to life every time you broke through 'Hell's Journey,' the frustration of not being able to become the number one expert in the world, and... not being loved by true love, and experiencing the true love being executed by the person you respected most, that is the real pain that even you dare not face!"

A sudden, deafening roar filled Tianxia's mind, his blood surging, almost causing him to vomit blood. "

Tianjiao..."

Memories he had forgotten, memories he didn't want to recall, were brutally and starkly unearthed by Jun Nitian's words. He had thought he would never feel heartache again, but as the memories returned, he realized how ridiculously self-deceptive he had been.

"Remember now? Remember that you're just a pretty face, actually incompetent and cowardly enough to not even be able to protect the woman you love?"

"Shut up! Shut up!!" "

Having his most taboo secret exposed so mercilessly was unbearable for Tianxia Sandi. Shame and anger even overwhelmed his respect for his 'master,' unleashing the sharpness of his peerless demonic blade to drive away these irritating words.

However, in his rage, Tianxia Sandi lost his composure. In this world of consciousness, everything was composed of his thoughts, and 'thoughts' were inviolable. Tianxia Sandi's blade energy pierced through Jun Nitian's body, yet failed to inflict any damage.

'Foolish!'

Jun Nitian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and with a burst of demonic energy, Tianxia Sandi was instantly subjected to excruciating pain, as if cut by a thousand knives, causing even this iron-willed man to let out a scream.

'Ah—! '

'Not enough! This kind of pain isn't enough! How can such a small pain allow you to break through the highest realm of 'Hellwalk'? Give me more pain! If you can't endure it, then die!' " "

The supreme demonic energy of the Heaven-Defying Monarch continuously poured into the body of the Third Heaven, causing him to experience extreme pain that even his soul could not escape. Yet, he could not faint from the pain and could only endure the torment of being in the deepest hell.

"Ughhhhh—!"

The pain continued to torment the Third Heaven's body and mind. In his consciousness, he began to disintegrate. Did this mean that he would never be able to break through the eighteen levels of "Hellwalk" in reality? Feigned death would eventually become real death.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and his body continued to disintegrate. Whether in reality or in the spiritual world, the Third Heaven seemed to be destined to die.

As the successor of "Hellwalk," the Third Heaven was no stranger to the feeling of death. However, no previous experience was as "real" as this one. Just as he himself was gradually accepting the embrace of death, a familiar female voice entered his ears like a thunderbolt.

"Is this how you give up, Senior Brother?"

Upon hearing this, the Third Under Heaven was startled, his consciousness returning from chaotic darkness to light. Opening his eyes, he saw someone he never dreamed he would see—Jun Tianjiao! She appeared before him. "

Tian…Tianjiao…"

Her cold and beautiful face remained unchanged, seemingly tinged with a faint sorrow. Jun Tianjiao had replaced Jun Nitian's former position.

At a distance he had longed for, so close, she looked at him, and he looked at her. They gazed at each other, as if only they remained in the world.

"Senior Brother." "

Tianjiao, there's something... I've always wanted to tell you..."

In the moment before his death, in a world both illusory and real, the Third Under Heaven finally let down his guard and decided to confess to the only true love of his life.

"Tianjiao... actually, I've always... liked..."

Before he could finish the word "like," his expression changed drastically. Jun Tianjiao suddenly grabbed his throat, her expression turning cold and ruthless. Her slender arm possessed unimaginable strength, almost snapping his neck.

"Tian... Tianjiao..."

Unexpectedly, the person before him turned against him. Tianxia Third didn't even have time to dodge or parry. Jun Tianjiao's grip tightened, and the resolute ruthlessness in her eyes made Tianxia Third almost doubt that the person before him was Jun Tianjiao at all, but rather the embodiment of some kind of "inner demon."

"You useless cripple! A toad trying to eat swan meat! You can't even protect yourself, yet you dare say you like me! Trash! Die!"

The ruthless and merciless words didn't seem to come from Jun Tianjiao at all, but the person before him—her appearance, voice, and temperament—was so "real," leaving Tianxia Third torn between whether or not to defend himself.

"Tianjiao…you…want to kill me…"

Of all the things that had unfolded so far, what shocked and saddened Tianxia Third most was that Jun Tianjiao was now trying to kill him. Although he understood that this was merely the "inner demon" acting up during his cultivation process, Tianxia Third still suffered a tremendous mental blow, as if even his last shred of humanity had been poisoned and slowly torn apart.

"Why... even you want to kill me... why is this happening..."

As he murmured to himself, a feeling called "heartbroken as if dead" truly took shape within him. Pain, sorrow, and despair followed, and the Third Under Heaven became like a burnt-out ember, sealing all life within his withered, lifeless body.

"What's going on? What are you doing? Useless trash!"

As the endless pain and the feeling of death began to appear within the Third Under Heaven, although he seemed to have completely given up resistance, "Jun Tianjiao" couldn't feel her hands gripping the "living thing." The force seemed to have vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, making her unable to suppress her unease as she asked.

"Understanding pain...so that's how it is...I finally understand..."

The Third Under Heaven's expression was as wooden as if he had put on a mask, but his heart was filled with uncontrollable rage and hatred for being betrayed and used. Negative emotions became fuel for his soul, propelling him to break through the limits of power. This was the powerful force that "Jun Tianjiao" could feel, the force continuously overflowing from the former's body.

"Your hair..."

The Third Under Heaven's messy black hair suddenly turned white in an instant, and his eyes, those eyes that could no longer be called "human," were coldly staring at Jun Tianjiao, making her, who was just a subconscious construct, feel "fear"!

"Kill!"

The deep "kill" came from the Third Under Heaven's cracked lips, and then he raised his single arm. A terrifying blade aura filled with grief, regret, death, and despair burst out from his body, instantly tearing the woman before him to pieces!

"Hahaha..."

After "killing" Jun Tianjiao, the Third Under Heaven suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. But there was no joy in his laughter; instead, it sounded like a terrifying horn announcing the arrival of a demon!

As the laughter gradually filled the entire consciousness space, the world began to disintegrate and collapse. The Third Under Heaven, whose black hair had completely turned white, slowly rose, emanating a chilling aura of deathly pain, like a demon about to return from hell to the mortal realm.

The Beiming Sect, a branch of the "Mingyue Gate," has recently gained strategic importance due to its proximity to the "Six Paths Holy Temple."

Although the current Lord of the Six Paths had personally visited the "Mingyue Gate" headquarters and made a serious provocation, since the return of Yu Baixue, the "Peerless Evil God" has not yet made any further incursions, thus maintaining a delicate balance of tension between the two sides.

The day was sunny and breezy. Dozens of disciples from the Beiming Sect's branch were going about their usual routine of chatting and surveillance when suddenly a vast black cloud surged in from the north. Upon closer inspection

, the cloud resembled a lifelike skull face, sending a chill down their spines.

"Look! That sky over there is—?"

A disciple from the Mingyue Sect was the first to notice the anomaly, pointing to the northern horizon and shouting. Those who turned their gaze turned deathly pale, unable to utter a sound.

"Thump!"

Suddenly, a heavy footstep rang out, striking everyone's hearts, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, drowning out all other sounds.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The footsteps grew closer, and a thick, cracking black mist, like a sandstorm, rushed towards the branch members. Within the mist, a white-haired, one-armed man in tattered clothes could be vaguely seen, his head bowed, approaching them.

"That...that's the acting sect leader, isn't it?!"

The branch leader of the Beiming Sect, with the most experience, could still recognize the man's identity through the obscured black mist. Unfortunately, this did nothing to change the misfortune that was about to befall them. As the white-haired man drew closer, a thick aura of deathly pain spread through them like an invisible virus.

"Whoa! Wang Laosi, what are you doing?"

"Shut up! I've had my eye on you for a long time, die!"

"Living is too painful! I don't want to suffer anymore!"

For some reason, those who came into contact with the deathly black mist began to kill each other, even committing suicide, as if they had lost their minds. It was a scene of carnage, like something out of hell, now playing out in the small Beiming Sect.

"Demons! Demons have come!"

The branch leader's final lament before death was quickly drowned out by the heavy footsteps of the white-haired man. As the black clouds sweeping across the sky passed, the entire Beiming Sect vanished from the map of the martial world, never to be seen again.

After everything returned to calm, only the strong, pungent smell of blood remained in the air, along with the heavy footsteps echoing between heaven and earth, sounding like the panting, sneer of demons.

Chapter Eight:

The Six Paths Holy Temple, devoid of humanity.

This place, now one of the two dominant forces in the martial world alongside the "Heavenly Palace," is a land of evil. The "White Path Alliance" has long since ceased to exist in name only; the decline of the righteous and the rise of the demons is the established trend.

Led by the "Peerless Evil God," the Six Paths Realm is the fastest-rising sect in the martial world today. In less than a year since its resurgence, its prestige has already rivaled that of the "Mingyue Sect" at its peak.

Even disregarding the terrifying memories left by the "Six Paths Holy Emperor," the new Lord of the "Heavenly Path," Ni Tianxie—formerly known as Jun Tianxie, a silver-haired youth—had already achieved feats no less impressive than his father's before becoming widely known in the martial world as the "Peerless Evil God." Destroying the White Path Alliance, storming the Underworld Mountain Gate, defeating the third-ranked figure in the world, and battling Emperor Shitian—each a world-shaking achievement. His extraordinary cultivation and wisdom, through deliberate and unintentional dissemination, have led Ni Tianxie to be regarded as a supreme master, no less than the former "Yama Emperor" Jun Nitian.

A supreme master? However, the current Ni Tianxie, grieving the loss of his mother, has become insane and irrational. This fact is kept secret by those involved, so this upheaval has not yet reached anyone's ears, but its impact on the entire martial world is undoubtedly immense.

February 10th, Xuanwu Calendar 347.

An extremely powerful aura is approaching the Six Paths Holy Temple.

"The aura of clashing swords... vibrant with life yet tinged with intense anger and unease... My good brother... have you finally come..."

A hollow and terrifyingly deep voice echoed in the hall. In the center of the hall, where the sunlight did not reach, a figure deeper than the shadows sat on the dragon throne, and before him lay a mountain of corpses.

Crimson blood splattered across the crystal walls, floor, and ceiling of the main hall. All the dead had holes in their foreheads, likely from the sharp sword energy. Their faces all bore the same expression of pain and helplessness.

A figure on a chair licked his blood-stained fingers, a flash of crimson light flickering in his eyes.

"Even killing more of these trash won't improve my mood..."

"Brother, I've been waiting for you to entertain me for a long time. Don't disappoint me..."

The living sword energy rapidly approached the figure inside the hall. With the guardian demons almost entirely slaughtered by their own masters, this outcome was inevitable. Otherwise, it would have disappointed the crazed Lord of "Heaven's Way."

"You've arrived quickly."

The words had barely left his lips when the sword energy pierced the hall, like a sudden gust of morning wind sending chills down one's spine. The person inside smiled slightly, and an unseen force instantly filled the hall, dispelling the sword energy without a trace.

"Long time no see, my good brother..." the person inside said, "How have you been?"

The sword energy dissipated, and a black-clad youth with a sword sheathed on his back appeared in the hall. His handsome, cold face and well-proportioned, slender figure complemented each other perfectly. His pupils radiated the aura of a cheetah, yet upon closer inspection, they also held a hint of anger and a deep sorrow.

The black-clad youth's sharp eyes easily pierced the darkness beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. When his gaze fell upon the face of the person in the hall, an expression of undisguised surprise appeared on his face.

"What's wrong... You don't even recognize your own brother anymore, do you..."

A melodious voice, for some reason, evoked images of wine laced with poison. A figure in the darkness, with silver hair that shone like a crown, was the former "Evil Star," now the "Heavenly Emperor," gazing at his former sworn brother—the "Sword Master of the Past," now the "Sword Emperor and Blade Sovereign"—Ding Shenzhao! Did his eyes reflect the vicissitudes of life?

Ding Shenzhao stared sharply at the silver-haired man on the dragon throne. A heavy silence hung between them. After a long, long time, he was the first to break the silence.

"I've only heard people say you've changed a lot since then, but I never expected you to look like this..."

"Peerless Evil God" Ni Tianxie chuckled upon hearing this: "People change, aren't you the same? My good 'brother,' I sense the aura of a peerless powerhouse in you. It seems you've benefited greatly in the Sea of Trees..." "

Not only that..."

"Do I really have to spell it out?" "I sense a strange anger and killing intent emanating from you. Is it directed at me, Emperor? 'Brother...'"

"The reason... you should know."

Ni Tianxie rested his chin on one hand, narrowing his eyes and smiling slightly. "Have you been back to Pengjia Village...?"

This simple question transformed Ding Shenzhao, who had been as cold and unyielding as ice, into an enraged Immovable King about to destroy everything with his pure flames. Veins bulged on his forehead like reverse scales, and the hall was instantly filled with a chilling and terrifying killing intent, as if a thousand blades were already aimed at Ni Tianxie, about to tear him to pieces.

"So... it really was you..."

Ding Shenzhao's voice sounded like he was about to grind his teeth and swallow them. His heavy breathing caused his chest to heave violently. The pain in his heart was the heartbreak of losing a loved one, the heartbreak of being betrayed by a dear friend!

"Why! Why?!"

"Tch tch tch, you've got the order of your questions reversed." "Ni Tianxie shook his index finger, speaking like an adult lecturing a child: 'Don't you care at all about Xiaolian's whereabouts? How heartbroken would Xiaolian, who's been waiting for you, be if she knew?'

'You...what did you say...'

Ding Shenzhao was utterly shocked. Before arriving here, he had given up all hope for Xiaolian's survival. Now, hearing Ni Tianxie's tone, it seemed he hadn't completely killed her, and he was both surprised and delighted.

--Could it be that he still held onto some of their sworn brotherhood, and therefore hadn't gone all out?

Little did Ding Shenzhao know that having such thoughts was already a grave mistake.

'Xiaolian...is Xiaolian still alive?'

'Heh.'

Ni Tianxie didn't immediately answer Ding Shenzhao's question, but instead revealed a mysterious smile.

'Tianxie! If you still consider me a brother, then answer my question properly!'"

Knowing that his beloved might still be alive, Ding Shenzhao could no longer remain calm. Clenching his fists, he couldn't help but take a step towards Ni Tianxie, determined to get an answer. Ni

Tianxie, however, maintained his indifferent, mocking smile and said, "No need to be so impatient. Did I say you couldn't see her?"

"Is Xiaolian really in your hands?"

To this question, Ni Tianxie simply smiled indifferently, stood up, and walked away without a word.

Ding Shenzhao was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized that to see Xiaolian, he had no choice but to follow Ni Tianxie. In the corridor, Ding

Shenzhao gazed at Ni Tianxie's back, a back that was once very familiar to him, but now felt very strange.

Ni Tianxie walked ahead, and he followed behind. Ding Shenzhao was shocked to find that no matter how fast or slow his steps were, Ni Tianxie always maintained a certain distance from him. This was, of course, intentional, as if to declare to him that the brotherhood they once shared had become insurmountable.

"Tianxie…"

Ding Shenzhao's nose stung, and he suddenly felt an urge to cry. Jun Tianxie was the first and only friend he had ever made in his life, but today, he knew he had lost this friend forever.

His thoughts churned and tangled. The two walked on, one after the other. Regardless of Tianxie's thoughts, Ding Shenzhao himself didn't want to reach their destination too quickly. Perhaps he still held onto a sliver of hope; perhaps he didn't want to face a shattered ending. However, even the longest road eventually comes to an end.

"We're here." The

silver-haired young evil god stopped in front of a stone chamber, turned around, and grinned at Ding Shenzhao.

"Didn't you want to see Xiaolian? She's inside."

Upon hearing this, Ding Shenzhao's legs felt as heavy as if they had turned to stone, unable to move an inch. He didn't even dare use his "Life-Giving Sword Qi" to sense the presence of life within the stone chamber. Even facing the strongest enemy, he wouldn't have been more fearful and hesitant than he was now.

"What's wrong? Afraid to go in?"

Hearing Ni Tianxie's mocking smile, Ding Shenzhao finally made up his mind. He stepped past Ni Tianxie, walked to the stone chamber, raised his slightly trembling right hand, and pushed open the door—it opened.

"Xiao Lian?!" The

scene inside the stone chamber made his usually calm and collected head rush to his head, his vision go black, and he almost fainted.

There was actually nothing in the stone chamber, except for a large vat in the center, with a human head protruding from the top. Although the person in the vat looked much more haggard than in his memories of their first encounter, Ding Shenzhao could still recognize the person at a glance—it was his first love—Peng Xiaolian!

Countless sweet memories of romantic moments overlapped with the haggard, unfocused face before him. The scene was both real and unreal, causing a tearing pain deep within Ding Shenzhao's brain. He trembled as he stepped forward, muttering absently, "Xiao Lian…how could…this be…"

"Don't worry, she's still alive. I'm not lying to you."

Ding Shenzhao's eyes widened in fury as he turned to look at Ni Tianxie, who stood leisurely at the entrance of the stone chamber. He gritted his teeth and said, "Ni—Tian—Xie—!"

Ni Tianxie crossed his arms, seemingly enjoying the murderous aura surging from Ding Shenzhao like a tidal wave, a murderous intent that would shatter the hearts of ordinary people. He said, "This is the 'Human Pig' technique, which I found in the memories of the Six Paths Saint Emperor in my mind. It's been lost for five hundred years. The first time it reappeared was on Xiao Lian. This is a privilege she can only enjoy because she's your woman."

"Human Pig?" "

Ni Tianxie, like a chef introducing a famous dish, pointed to the large vat and smiled, 'First, cut off Xiao Lian's limbs, cut off her tongue, and gouge out her eyes, but leave her alive. Then, immerse her in a large vat infused with forty-nine kinds of secret medicines. Three times a day, use special ingredients and internal energy to transform her physique. After a month, she will become a unique 'humanoid plant'—possessing self-awareness, but unable to leave the medicine vat. That's what a human pig is.'"

Ding Shenzhao clenched his fists, veins bulging on his neck, his gums bleeding from biting himself, yet he was completely unaware.

"You...you actually treated Xiao Lian like this...she had no grudge against you at all! How could you treat her with such cruel methods? Can you even be considered human?!"

Ni Tianxie said calmly, "I already said that not everyone has the opportunity to become a human pig. Xiao Lian has this honor entirely because of you." Ding

Shenzhao felt a pang of pain in his chest. He pointed a trembling finger at Ni Tianxie and said, "If you want to deal with me, you can come at me directly. Why drag an innocent and weak woman like Xiaolian into this?"

Ni Tianxie sneered, "Because I'm happy."

Ding Shenzhao's anger surged, and all the grief and rage that had been building up in his heart was on the verge of exploding. He shouted, "Just because you're happy? You think you can do this?! Ni Tianxie, do you still have even a shred of brotherhood between us?"

Ni Tianxie shook his head, as if regretting, and said, "It seems you still don't understand. Well then, let me be frank with you. Whether it was my former self, Jun Tianxie, or Yu Tianxie, or even the real me now—'Peerless Evil God' Ni Tianxie—I have never considered you a true brother. It was all just your wishful thinking." "

Those merciless, resolute words shattered Ding Shenzhao's last glimmer of hope, and Ni Tianxie's subsequent words plunged him into a state of utter despair and madness.

"Do you know what the special ingredient I just mentioned for feeding Xiaolian is?"

Before Ding Shenzhao could answer, Ni Tianxie himself revealed a shocking and utterly despicable answer.

"The answer is men's semen. Tell me, haven't I taken meticulous care of your woman?"

Ding Shenzhao's forehead exploded with a "boom!" Everything before his eyes seemed to distort into an incredibly ugly face. In his heart, he seemed to hear the sound of some kind of connection being severed. When he realized it, the Jiecao Sword and the Ring-Holding Blade were already in his hands, aimed at the other's forehead.

"Demon—!!"

Chapter Nine: Brothers' Severance .

The sword, heavy as a mountain, the blade, swift as thunder, a sharp, swirling wind, merged before Ni Tianxie, the combined blade and sword slashing and shattering the thunder. Ding Shenzhao truly hated Ni Tianxie to the core, his attack showing no mercy.

A satisfied smile appeared on Ni Tianxie's handsome face.

"You've finally gone all out... Good brother, let's fight."

A flash of blue light.

"Clang!"

Ni Tianxie flicked his fingers, the Everlasting Sword Qi arriving first, its powerful inner force surging like a tide, like an iron chain across a river, actually sealing Ding Shenzhao's furious sword and blade with a single finger!

Ni Tianxie laughed: "Good brother, is that all you've got? Give it your all!" "

Having suffered such inhumane treatment of his first love, and then being belittled and mocked by the murderer, Ding Shenzhao's rage had reached an unbearable level. With a roar, his sword clashed, doubling his killing power. The sword energy and blade light were like a calamity descending from the heavens, domineering and merciless, swirling and surging forward, determined to kill this heartless and ruthless evil god!

Ni Tianxie shook his head and sighed, 'You have the fighting spirit and skill, but lack the corresponding understanding and calmness to control it. Good brother, you are unworthy of being one of the Four Great Generals.'

Ni Tianxie clenched his sword fingers, and the Sword of Eternity activated its second move—Thus Have I Heard!

'What?!'" "

Just as Ding Shenzhao was about to make his move, he suddenly felt a dizzying, violent fall, as if the earth had suddenly unleashed an incredibly powerful gravitational pull, trying to drag him downwards.

Ding Shenzhao quickly gathered his strength in his feet, trying to regain his footing before launching a counterattack.

"Your method is correct, but my brother, when the enemy anticipates your reaction, your change of tactics will only expose your weakness."

A punch was thrown!

Perhaps due to a drastic change in temperament, Ni Tianxie, who rarely used his fists, actually chose to attack the vulnerable Ding Shenzhao with his fist. The powerful punch, like a thunderbolt, slammed into the latter's abdomen, almost shattering his protective energy. Ding Shenzhao vomited a mouthful of blood with a "Wow!" and was sent flying backwards by the blow.

"Give it your all, brother, don't let this game end too quickly." "

—A game! You mean this whole arrangement is just your game?"

Ding Shenzhao was even more furious upon hearing this, but at the same time, his intuition, honed through countless life-and-death battlefields, told him not to act impulsively. Otherwise, facing the now-unprecedented "Peerless Evil God," he would not only fail to avenge Xiaolian but would also die at the hands of the other.

—Calm down! Ding Shenzhao, don't tarnish the invincible prestige of the Ding family's heirs with their swords and sabers!

With this thought, Ding Shenzhao's qi moved at will, and the life-giving sword qi flowed through his limbs and meridians, relieving injuries and clearing blockages. The swords and sabers in his hands seemed to become one with him, giving him boundless confidence and power.

—The saber was heavy and simple, the sword was agile and skillful; the saber and sword combined, shattering the heavens!

Ding Shenzhao recalled the martial arts techniques that Ding Chenyi had taught him that day, and his eyes shot out a sharp light like a divine weapon being drawn from its sheath.

At the same time, Ni Tianxie, sensing this, revealed a wicked and charming smile, saying, "Very good, only with this kind of awareness can one be qualified to become my destined nemesis." Ding

Shenzhao, wielding his sword, moved it up and down, radiating a murderous intent capable of cleaving through everything. He glared at Ni Tianxie and said hatefully, "I don't know why you did this. But I can only be certain that the old 'Tianxie' would never have done such a thing. I can only consider Tianxie dead. Now you are the 'enemy' who killed Tianxie, not my brother."

Ni Tianxie chuckled, "To have such thoughts shows you've truly grown, my good brother."

"Don't call me brother anymore! You don't deserve that!"

Ding Shenzhao's longsword trembled, the sword of life, freed from all illusions, regaining its simplest and most direct killing power. With lightning speed, the sword drew a silver trajectory in the air, piercing Ni Tianxie's chest like a meteor.

"Good! " A strange light flashed in Ni

Tianxie's crimson pupils, his expression a mixture of ecstatic joy, regret, and unspeakable sorrow, ultimately replaced by ruthless coldness. His sword finger danced in mid-air, creating a crescent-shaped blue sword shadow, once again blocking Ding Shenzhao's sword energy.

"It's time for me to retaliate!"

With a flick of his wrist, Ni Tianxie unleashed sword energy from all directions, enveloping Ding Shenzhao like a whirlwind, threatening to devour him like the fangs of a demonic beast.

Seeing this, Ding Shenzhao's calm expression remained impassive. His previously dull blade now shone with dazzling sword light, the sword light and shadow scattering into arcs, weaving a magnificent and brilliant flower of light, using a circle to break another circle, forcefully blocking Ni Tianxie's Worldly Sword Net.

The battle between unparalleled masters was a spectacle of unparalleled skill, with the clash of energies exploding like a series of firecrackers. Sword shadows and figures crisscrossed, and in the heat of battle known as "Ruthless," the two exchanged over a hundred blows in the blink of an eye.

Navigating the crisscrossing sword and saber shadows, each new wound added to their bodies represented the relinquishment of old affections. The ruthless swordplay and ever-changing, timeless sword techniques painted a picture of hatred and helplessness in the face of adversity.

As a descendant of Ding Chenyi, the "Heavenly Sword and Absolute Saber," and ordained by fate as one of the Four Great Generals, the "Sword Emperor and Saber King" was inherently incompatible with the "Peerless Evil God," a general who defied fate. Even without the madness brought on by the loss of his mother, this battle between them was inevitable.

After his madness, the evil lord became even more unfathomable, his inner world unfathomable. Throughout the fierce battle, a smug, triumphant smile remained on his face. With each surge of emotion, the swordplay in his hand became increasingly powerful.

"Heh! You can't fully utilize your skills fighting here? Then go outside! I'll make you admit defeat wholeheartedly!"

Seeing that Ding Shenzhao was still concerned about Xiaolian's safety in the stone chamber, and dared not unleash the full power of his combined sword and saber for fear of harming innocent bystanders, Ni Tianxie let out a cold laugh. His sword energy rained down like a storm, as if hundreds of him were simultaneously striking, creating an unparalleled spectacle. Despite Ding Shenzhao's best efforts to withdraw his sword and defend, he was still blasted back several dozen feet.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar shook the earth. Ding Shenzhao had been struck by Ni Tianxie's sword and forced out of the underground passage, bursting forth and soaring into the heavens.

"Haha! Interesting, come again, don't let him stop!"

A strange cry rang out as a deep blue sword light enveloped the supreme demonic body of the "Peerless Evil God," relentlessly pursuing Ding Shenzhao, showing no intention of letting him go.

Although he had been at a disadvantage since the start of the battle, and was now forced out of the temple, Ding Shenzhao felt a sense of relief, as if the chains binding his body had suddenly snapped. It turned out that the "Sword of Life" needed to combine with the primordial energy of heaven and earth to unleash its true power. In the underground stone chamber, the five elements of heaven and earth, except for earth energy, were blocked. Coupled with his concern for Xiaolian, the Sword of Life could not unleash its true power. Now that all the limiting factors were gone, the Ding family heir was about to show his strength as the "Sword Emperor and Blade King"!

—The sword moved as he pleased, the blade moved as he pleased.

Ding Shenzhao moved his sword and blade simultaneously, unleashing a perfect combination of sword and blade that suited his current state of mind.

"Tianxie! Take this move—Blade's Lament and Sword's Sorrow!"

Ding Shenzhao roared. Blade shadows and sword light swirled endlessly, stirring up the surrounding air currents into a chaotic, howling chaos.

The air currents stirred up a vast, murky expanse, blotting out the sun and moon, as if the end of the world was imminent. The

shift between offense and defense happened in an instant. Suddenly, Ni Tianxie felt as if he were in the heart of a storm. Instead of being alarmed, he was delighted. He clapped his hands together, his eyes fixed on the void, free of thought, worry, and fear, in a state of perfect emptiness and existence, where form and emptiness were one.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation—The Sixth Heavenly Realm!"

Ni Tianxie's silver hair billowed freely, purple aura swirling around him. The cutting, piercing aura of blades and swords formed a powerful force around him, while he, like a god or demon in a storm, with his robes fluttering wildly, was unharmed by the sword energy and blade light.

With silver hair like a crown, Ni Tianxie's young and handsome face displayed an arrogant expression as he said indifferently, "Even the 'Six Paths United' body cannot break through, what right do you have to force this Emperor to use the 'Heavenly Dao Sacred Armor'?"

Ding Shenzhao did not reply; he simply unleashed another sword strike.

This sword strike was as if it were the heavens themselves.

The sword was born like the heavens, boundless, limitless, and limitless—a single sword strike.

—A sword born of heaven!

This sword strike finally made Ni Tianxie's expression change.

Ni Tianxie leaped forward, extending a single palm, simultaneously generating two streams of energy. One inhaled, the other pushed. Under the pull of these two strange, mutually repelling yet cooperative energies, space seemed to shatter and twist inch by inch. A chaotic sense of expansion and annihilation permeated between the two.

"This trick of manipulating space is no longer effective against me." Ding

Shenzhao maintained his stance, thrusting out his sword. Powerful energy and vibrant sword qi filled the shattered demonic void, unleashing a torrent of power like a collapsing sky. With a sharp "swoosh," blood flew.

The Heaven-Defying Evil God—struck!

As the "Peerless Evil God," possessing the "Heavenly Dao Sacred Armor," he had actually been struck by a sword! Wounded by Ding Shenzhao's single strike?!

Although it was only a superficial wound, the fact that the evil god, who always considered himself the "hunter," had been wounded by his "prey" was enough to enrage the arrogant and proud man beyond measure.

"How dare you harm my supreme body! You can't atone for your sins even if you die a hundred times!" "

Rage fueled his ultimate move. Ni Tianxie clasped his hands together, unleashing immense killing power. The 'Sword of Eternity,' having reached its third form, had already entered the 'Ultimate' realm, and the 'Sword Piercing the Void' move was the very beginning of that ultimate.

Boundless sword intent flashed like lightning, transforming into the strongest killing move, its sharp edge cutting through flesh and drawing blood. In an instant, it engulfed Ding Shenzhao in a surging torrent of sword energy. In the 'Ultimate' realm, no martial art or movement technique could dodge; the only way was to meet it with the 'Ultimate' itself.

'So you have indeed mastered the 'Ultimate' move, but as the only one in the world to witness a clash of 'Ultimate' moves, am I inferior to you? Let me show you the 'Ultimate' I inherited from my father.'

Ding Shenzhao raised his sword and saber simultaneously. At this moment, his internal energy was more abundant than ever before, like a vast lake, with countless tributaries of the Heavenly Qi flowing from all directions to its center—the Qi Sea acupoint!

'Ni Tianxie!'" "Let's see how many of my ultimate moves you can withstand!"

Ding Shenzhao roared, channeling all the energy of the heavens into his left hand. The "Ring-Holding Blade" transformed into a sky-splitting bolt, carrying the sorrow of someone committing suicide at the Wujiang River and an overwhelming domineering aura. This was the three ultimate sword and saber moves that Ding Shenzhao had comprehended after witnessing the unparalleled battle between Jun Nitian and Ding Chenyi.

"First move—Blade Overlord of the World!"

The Overlord Blade met the Ultimate Sword move!

"Boom!"

The two top masters each unleashed their ultimate moves in a fierce clash, shaking the earth and changing the color of the wind and clouds. Thunder roared down from the heavens, as if even the heavens themselves were shaken by the power of the two!

"Good! "

As the two separated after exchanging a single blow, the raging thunder and lightning ceased in an instant, and the world returned to its original stillness. Falling

from dozens of feet in the sky, the two who had once addressed each other as "brothers" now bore no trace of their former camaraderie. Their eyes were fixed on finding any weakness in the other, and... any opportunity to kill.

The wind blew gently between them, seemingly carrying a chilling killing intent.

Silver hair fluttered defiantly in the wind, and arrogant crimson eyes gleamed on his face. Ni Tianxie sneered, "As expected of someone worthy of being my nemesis, your cultivation in the first strike of the 'Ultimate' is actually on par with mine."

He sublimated his anger into a chilling killing intent, transforming into a demonic Asura. His strength was now truly worthy of being among the "Four Great Generals"—the "Sword Emperor and Blade King"—and he exuded an eerie tranquility that sent chills down one's spine.

"I never expected that you, already so ruthless, would become even stronger than before."

Ni Tianxie brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and smiled, "Heartless and insane? So that's how you see me?" Ding

Shenzhao retorted, "Should I have a different opinion?"

A cold glint flashed in Ni Tianxie's eyes, and he twisted the silver hair on his forehead with two fingers, making him look like a restless child.

"I have no need to explain or clarify my thoughts to anyone, including you,"

Ding Shenzhao said. "That's right, you don't need to be responsible to anyone, but everyone needs to be responsible for their own actions. What you're doing now only makes me feel the willful recklessness of a spoiled child, not at all like the calmness and wisdom of your 'previous self.'"

Ni Tianxie's expression changed drastically. "You... what did you say? How dare you say that to me..."

Not only did his expression change drastically, but Ni Tianxie also clutched his head with both hands, showing a look of pain, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Ugh... my head..."

Ding Shenzhao exclaimed in surprise, "You..."

-- What's going on? Something's wrong at this critical moment, and he doesn't seem to be faking it, but is it possible?

"Ughhhhhh—! My head is about to explode!!" "

Ni Tianxie roared to the sky, a sound more like that of a wild beast than a human. His handsome face was contorted in agony, and an astonishing killing intent emanated from him, so intense that it even startled Ding Shenzhao, who was about to attack him. However, the target of his killing intent was not his enemy; it was none other than himself!

"This damn headache, stop it!!" Ni

Tianxie shouted, and his sword-like fingers actually stabbed towards his temples on both sides of his head!

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