"It's useless, you can't defeat him. You are all doomed, every single one of you this time! With that artifact, he is invincible in this world—"

As Lady Molian uttered these words, Cheng Xin was utterly astonished.

Had this woman truly gone mad? Even if they couldn't win, there was no need to say such things now.

Yet, his heart sank further, plummeting to the abyss. He had long sensed that the Blood Sword Demon Lord before him was powerful beyond all reason!

—The impenetrable sword domain that even the combined efforts of more than ten Saint-rank Venerables could not breach, the incredibly swift and elusive throwing knives that gave them no time to react.

It rendered one utterly helpless, not knowing what to do. His chest churned with unease. If Zong Shou’s throwing knife just now had been aimed at him, what would the result have been?

And what exactly was that artifact? What made Molian so terrified that she completely lost her composure, descending into hysteria?

Cheng Xin remained silent, but by looking at the gazes of those around him, he knew the majority were already nurturing fear and the intent to retreat.

The scene before them was too bizarre, too far beyond anyone’s expectations and dashed hopes. No matter how much hatred they held for this Zong Shou, there was no hope of slaying him here now.

The pupils of the crimson-robed figure suddenly contracted: "Lü Wushuang? Are you referring to the Heaven-Enhancing Law-Bearing Wings?"

His already pale face instantly grew uglier. As one of the leading figures among the demonic path Venerables, how could he not know of the Heaven-Enhancing Law-Bearing Wings? So, that was what the Grand Supreme Origin Demon had been plotting for!

And just to Zong Shou’s right, a Daoist elder in Daoist robes suddenly contorted his face. Seemingly knowing something, he didn't hesitate, soaring away on his sword, transforming into a streak of light. In the blink of an eye, he traversed ten miles, moving impossibly fast, his figure nearly vanishing from the long corridor.

Zong Shou let out a cold laugh, and a speck of silver light appeared at his fingertip. With a flash, it shot across the void, several times faster, impossible for the naked eye or spiritual sense to track.

The Six Divine Blade Control, the blade strikes unto death!

It pierced directly through the back of the elder’s head, the tyrannical blade force of slaying immortals and punishing gods pouring in, instantly causing the old Daoist to plummet to the ground, never to stir again.

At this moment, the only sound in the entire underground corridor was a collective gasp, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

However, more figures were already streaking away, attempting to flee. The other Saint-rank retainer of Yin Han acted decisively. His entire body silently melted into the shadows, his form disappearing.

Zong Shou, unconcerned, traversed space instantly. Before everyone’s eyes, in the blink of an eye, he appeared several miles away. Then, pointing his fingers into a blade, he casually swept his hand toward the darkness.

With a soft chuff, a large spray of blood suddenly bloomed, gore splashing outward. The corpse of the elder emerged from the shadows, already severed in two. His eyes were vacant, filled with disbelief. It was as if he could not accept that, despite his Saint realm cultivation and mastery of his most adept Shadow Evasion technique, he could not escape Zong Shou’s pursuit, being effortlessly slain by a casual hand-blade strike.

The remaining cultivators who had intended to flee were now covered in a dense sheen of cold sweat. They were all locked down by a singular will—overbearing, brutal, sharp, and magnificent, radiating immense power!

The sudden, vast pressure forced them to struggle just to remain standing. It felt as if a peerless deadly weapon was pressed against their foreheads, giving them the sense that the slightest movement might invite utter destruction.

"This is Sword Intent? Sword Intent Divine Realm—"

"This fellow's sword has already reached the Divine level! Having reached the spirit, it becomes transcendent!"

Cheng Xin’s heart turned icy cold at this moment. The Martial Intent Divine Realm—even those Supreme Saint Venerables might not have fully mastered it! No wonder several Saint-ranks in succession were utterly powerless against his throwing knives!

He couldn't help but murmur aloud: "Overlord, a peerless Overlord! Below the Supreme realm, is he truly invincible in this world?" Slaying Saint-ranks as effortlessly as killing a child, without the slightest strain. He imagined the four peerless Overlords of ancient times were no more than this—

"It is indeed the Heaven-Enhancing Law-Bearing Wings!"

Zong Shou’s expression was calm and placid as he continued to explain, "The artifact spirit of this item sealed itself. When I obtained it, I even thought it was a useless piece of scrap, intending to use it as material for refinement. Fortunately, it was only when the Origin Demon Saint Venerable ambushed and besieged me several times, nearly pushing me to the brink of death, and when the Demon Sect Saintess dissipated her own power before me, that I, through sheer coincidence, learned of this item’s wondrous use."

His voice seemed calm, but to the listeners, they could faintly perceive the deep-seated, bone-chilling malice contained within.

"I know, Molian, you must be wondering how the Heaven-Enhancing Law-Bearing Wings were unsealed. That should only be something a powerhouse like the Supreme Origin Demon could accomplish."

At this point, Zong Shou smiled, but it was filled with immense sorrow. "Little Xiao—she truly lives up to being one of the most outstanding Saintesses of your demonic path in these three thousand years. She ultimately made me feel affection. So, I hate, I regret, I am enraged, and I resent! And just as Lü Wushuang did when he died a few thousand years ago. It is nothing more than the lingering consciousness of a spiritual artifact, the merging of states of mind, causing the artifact spirit to awaken and resonate with me—"

Lady Molian’s hands unconsciously clenched tightly, veins popping on her skin. This was the reason for the Heaven-Enhancing Law-Bearing Wings’ self-unsealing: Su Xiaoxiao’s sacrifice. A profoundly absurd feeling welled up in her heart: this living Overlord was, in fact, forged by her and the Supreme Origin Demon.

"The Heaven-Enhancing Law-Bearing Wings, the Buddhist Pure World Sound once spoke of it: it is an item capable of elevating one in a single step. Used in swordsmanship, it can lead to the divine! Used in spiritual arts, it can reach the supreme realm! If a Supreme Saint Venerable obtains it, their realm can be enhanced. Applied to a supreme divine treasure, it can forge an artifact capable of cleaving the heavens!"

A pair of silver-white wings suddenly extended from Zong Shou, radiant and brilliant, casting down countless silver lights.

"Thus, I believe my swordsmanship and divine abilities are now unrivaled in this world, solitary under the heavens! All Saint-ranks must bow their heads under my sword! I can even stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Supreme Saint Venerables! But why can I not feel the least bit happy?"

The people present were mostly stunned. For many, this was the first time they had heard of the divine treasure, the Heaven-Enhancing Law-Bearing Wings. Used in swordsmanship, it leads to the divine; used in spiritual arts, it reaches the supreme realm! If so—

Almost everyone looked toward the ten-zhang curtain of darkness surrounding Zong Shou. Suddenly, they understood Lady Molian’s words. They couldn't win; even joining forces offered no chance of victory! Everyone was going to die, without a doubt! Simply because this fellow possessed the Thirteenth Grade Supreme Divine Art!

Looking at Zong Shou now, all his demeanor seemed far from that of a normal person. While his expression appeared calm, the feeling he gave off was as if a peerless fierce beast lay dormant within his body, waiting to devour someone!

The crimson-robed figure suddenly moved, gritting his teeth fiercely, and flicked his fingers, launching three black orbs. Instantly, space and time convulsed, the entire surrounding area being torn apart. He forcefully broke through the lock of the Two Energies Dragon Gathering Array, and the crimson-robed figure himself was already sliding toward the border river outside the domain.

This made the eyes of the onlookers faintly brighten; if they could escape into the void, their lives might be spared. But immediately, Zong Shou stomped down heavily, and the torn space suddenly stabilized. In the blink of an eye, all spatial laws were rewoven, quickly restoring everything to its original state, sealing the domain once more.

Zong Shou flashed again; he had been several miles away moments ago, but now he stood before the crimson-robed figure. They were less than three paces apart, and Zong Shou’s face was filled with mockery and cruelty. Today, unless blood flowed and enemies wailed in agony, he would not stop!

The crimson-robed figure roared in fury, but his entire body suddenly convulsed. The vast demonic energy surged into every minute channel within his body, and his vital blood began to flow backward entirely. He had no will to fight, knowing that Zong Shou in his current state could never be harmed by him. Thus, he chose to dissipate his power and commit suicide, shattering his own Demon Core. This Blood Sword Demon Lord was clearly driven mad by Su Xiaoxiao’s death. If he fell into this man’s hands, he would likely suffer endless torment with an unknown, tragic fate. It was better to end his life quickly.

"Ending your own life? You are quite clever—"

A flash of surprise crossed Zong Shou's eyes, followed instantly by the swing of his sleeve. It shattered the spiral energy barrier the crimson-robed figure had fully mustered, before colliding with the massive surge of energy released by the exploding Demon Core!

The Demon Core of a peak Saint rank, just in its self-detonation prelude, was equivalent to a strike from a Supreme realm cultivator.

Peng!

With a dull thud, Zong Shou’s vast sleeve instantly retracted and then billowed outward. The Immeasurable Beginning and End Divine Art transitioned from end to beginning. Yet, he merely brushed lightly toward the crimson-robed figure’s Qi Sea, seemingly without effort. Then, the entire body of the crimson-robed figure was sent flying backward by this single sleeve, embedding him firmly into the adjacent wall.

For a moment, his face was ashen gray. Zong Shou’s strike not only inflicted heavy injury upon him but also completely locked down his Demon Core, rendering it incapable of further activation. His primordial spirit was also affected, making it impossible even for him to cease existing.

And hundreds of feet away, Zong Shou stood with a refined, cold smile. Although covered in wounds, his body remained straight and imposing, majestically tall. His aura was indescribably proud and domineering, incredibly soaring and untamed! An eight-foot frail body possessed the bearing of an Overlord, looking down upon the world!

"However, before me, you, Chi Hongyi, cannot even manage to die—"

His voice was cold, yet laced with utter cruelty. His expression was outwardly calm, but appeared incredibly savage.

Su Chuxue watched from the side, letting out a helpless groan, pounding her head with her hand in frustration. He has gone dark; her Young Master seems to have completely succumbed to darkness!

"Going dark" referred to a mental collapse triggered by a certain stimulus, leading to actions and words differing from the usual. It was a term the Young Master himself had taught her. The last time she saw the Young Master like this, she couldn't recall how many years ago it was. If this continued, it wouldn't be a good thing.

While thinking about how to help Zong Shou return to normal, Chuxue looked toward Su Xiaoxiao, still encased in the profound ice. This demonic woman truly seemed to have moved the Young Master’s genuine feelings.

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