Zhan Xiaoxiao swiftly gathered his Profound Energy, attempting to force the sword qi that had entered his body back out. Suddenly, a figure flashed into existence before him. A pair of chillingly cold eyes held an exceptionally ruthless glint, and both hands, carrying the force of a thundering avalanche, slammed heavily onto Zhan Xiaoxiao's sternum!

This strike landed with solid impact! Zhan Xiaoxiao roared, kicking fiercely at Jun Moxie while simultaneously striking the opponent's chest with his right hand! However, having suffered repeated grievous injuries, the strength he could muster was likely less than twenty percent of his peak condition!

Yet, even so, it made Jun Moxie tremble as if struck by lightning, causing a deep tremor within his viscera! With a "bang," Jun Moxie was sent flying backward. But after this sudden turn of events, Zhan Xiaoxiao could no longer suppress the surging sword qi inside him.

He felt as though thousands of tiny knives were simultaneously carving him up from within. Unable to hold back, he let out two choked gasps, spitting out great gouts of blood continuously, and his entire body weakly collapsed to the ground... Two figures plummeted downward in opposite directions!

The thick fog that had lingered in the air began to dissipate rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye... After enduring two strikes from the Heavenly Thunder, the power of heaven and earth contained within the Profound Heaven Maze Formation was completely exhausted. As the formation lost its effect, the true appearance of this mountain range was naturally revealed!

His body slammed heavily onto the ground, and Zhan Xiaoxiao found the thick mist had cleared. He struggled to prop himself up and stand, glaring fiercely at Jun Moxie, who was also struggling to rise opposite him, and spat out in fury, "So you! So you...

Ah... This truly infuriates this old man! You only possess Saint Emperor cultivation!

Not even the fourth level, how could this be... Ugh!" As he spoke, he erupted in another massive spray of blood, his body swaying precariously... Across from him, Young Master Jun calmly stood up, reached up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled faintly, "You only realize it now, old fellow?

I thought you had figured it out long ago. I clearly overestimated your intelligence; it was my misunderstanding..." If I had realized it earlier, how could I have ended up in this state? Zhan Xiaoxiao was so distraught he nearly wanted to commit suicide!

It turned out the opponent had been bluffing all along! In reality, he was nothing more than a fragile paper tiger, easily crushed! From start to finish, he had only relied on strange, esoteric arts to cast illusions with his Saint Emperor power...

But he had been completely bewildered by the opponent's feigned mystery, constantly led by the nose. Not only had he missed the optimal opportunity to strike, but he had also unjustly fallen into a meticulously prepared trap—first being buried alive, and then struck by Heavenly Thunder, not once, but twice... What was even more unforgivable was being stripped bare before his enemy, suffering an unprecedented humiliation in his entire life!

Zhan Xiaoxiao’s teeth ground together with a loud clicking sound, his eyes wide as brass bells! In that moment, he truly felt the urge to swallow Jun Moxie whole! It was a pity; he knew he could no longer do it!

The continuous barrage of blows had depleted his Profound Energy to near exhaustion, and that strange, unprecedented sword qi was still relentlessly tearing through his meridians... With a soft "clang," a sword light, slightly dimmed, flashed from a distance. The Blood of Yan Huang wobbled as it flew back, landing before Jun Moxie like a grievously wronged child, buzzing faintly.

Zhan Xiaoxiao's previous strike had almost condensed the purest Profound Power of his entire life, nearly shattering the sword body of the Blood of Yan Huang! For it to still possess enough strength to fly back now was remarkable enough... "You worked hard...

I will heal you immediately later," Jun Moxie soothed gently. "I promise you an even stronger body, and a delicious feast. Be good now, go rest first." The Blood of Yan Huang emitted a faint, clear hum before being collected by Jun Moxie into the Hongjun Pagoda.

Zhan Xiaoxiao, who had watched the entire scene unfold, felt as if he had been struck by Heavenly Thunder once more. His body convulsed violently, and he roared hoarsely, glaring with wide eyes, "So this was all a scheme... It was the sword itself causing trouble...

It wasn't you possessing the cultivation level of Sword Control Arts... Ahhh... It's infuriating me, truly infuriating me..." This had been the greatest mystery weighing on his mind: the opponent clearly wasn't a Saint Venerable expert, not even close, yet how could he command a sword in flight?

He had clearly seen it just moments ago—the sword was acting entirely autonomously, with no hand controlling the hilt, nor any discernible Profound Qi guiding its trajectory... He had firmly believed it was the Sword Control Art! Only the highest legendary Sword Control Art could achieve such a feat!

Unexpectedly, after fighting so hard, he had merely frightened himself into self-destruction... Jun Moxie stood up and smiled faintly, "No need to pace around. This place, I must say, is scenic and pleasant, perfectly suited for a duel between unparalleled masters.

Come, come, as you wished, I will fight you, a Saint Venerable powerhouse, to the death! This time, it will be a fair battle; life or death, victory or defeat, let fate decide!" Zhan Xiaoxiao’s eyes widened, and he spat out another mouthful of blood before collapsing in grief and indignation. With that spray of blood, he could no longer suppress his internal injuries, vomiting large amounts of blood from his mouth...

Was there ever such a shameless person in the world! Seeing me utterly incapable of moving, he speaks of a fair duel... Damn it, why don't you just challenge a corpse to a fair duel...

Wouldn't your chances of winning be even greater then! Under the successive blows, ridicule, and shock, Zhan Xiaoxiao’s injuries had reached a point of no return! First, his confidence was shattered verbally; then he was smashed deep into the earth, severely damaging his vital energy; subsequently, he was hit squarely twice by Heavenly Thunder...

This utterly tore apart his protective Profound Qi, and it appeared his internal organs were on the verge of collapse! Following that, the desperate attack by the divine sword left its qi rampaging through his meridians... And Jun Moxie’s fatal strike, utilizing all his power, struck his chest without pretense, solid and true!

At that moment, his five organs and six bowels had been utterly pulverized by the opponent, completely smashed, not a single piece remaining whole! At that point, his physical body was already on the brink of total collapse! Then, to unexpectedly discover the opponent's true capabilities only fueled his rage and despair, causing comprehensive spiritual damage!

Now, he lacked the strength to even twitch a finger... "Tell me your name! Tell me!" Zhan Xiaoxiao’s bare, scorched body twitched spasmodically on the ground, seemingly trying desperately to rise.

His tone was still fiercely hostile, laced with an enmity so profound it could not be washed away across three lifetimes. Gasping, he pleaded, "Tell me your name! If I cannot have revenge this lifetime, I will seek you out in the next!

If not then, in the one after that—I will be locked in conflict with you for all eternity!" "It's a pity you won't have another chance," Jun Moxie crushed Zhan Xiaoxiao's last sliver of hope with a single sentence. "Because I will never allow your Saint Infant to escape! You truly have no chance.

Feel free to try; I can kill you one more time!" Zhan Xiaoxiao plunged into immediate despair! "Or, you could tell me your name!" Jun Moxie stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I am genuinely curious.

A master with your level of cultivation must be quite renowned within the Zhan family. Who exactly are you?" "You don't know who I am? You actually say you don't know who I am?" Zhan Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Even at this moment of life and death, he felt genuine disbelief. "I just used my signature ultimate technique; you still don't know who I am?" Jun Moxie was slightly frustrated too: I'm not part of the Ethereal Illusory Mansion, so how should I know who you are? Are you really that famous?

Whether famous or not is yet to be determined, but your backside is certainly fair, and your... assets are quite impressive, though still slightly inferior to this young master's! "Hahahaha...

Excellent, excellent! Truly excellent!" Zhan Xiaoxiao choked and laughed maniacally. "Then let us both remain confused!" Suddenly, his face turned purple and swollen, his entire body bulging like an inflated ball.

He grinned ferociously and leaped up. "Then let the two of us become confused companions! We’ll descend to the Yellow Springs together; at least we won't be lonely!" In that instant, he chose to completely burn his soul, abandoning any chance for his Saint Infant to escape, opting instead for immediate physical self-detonation!

He intended to take Young Master Jun down with him! This man was the one who had previously killed Zhan Tianji. Since Zhan Tianji's Saint Infant had failed to escape, he too would likely meet the same fate!

Having already endured such immense humiliation, he had no face to cling to life even if he somehow survived... Moreover, since the opponent did not recognize him, he might as well destroy his physical form entirely! That way, leaving behind a corpse wouldn't bring endless trouble to his family, as the Zhan family could not withstand even the slightest additional upheaval right now...

"Descend to the Yellow Springs together?... You are destined to be disappointed. Have you forgotten that this young master promised my treasured sword a feast?

Even if you wish to die, you need my permission first!" Jun Moxie charged straight toward Zhan Xiaoxiao's body, which had inflated to its absolute limit and was on the verge of explosion. As he neared, a sword light flashed, and the Blood of Yan Huang struck again! Flown from the hand!

Just then, the figure ahead vanished abruptly! As if it had never been there at all... Zhan Xiaoxiao was desperately scanning for the bastard who dared to toy with him when another wave of Heavenly Thunder slammed down...

So he lured me out just to use lightning to strike me! Truly hateful! However, he only managed to process that single thought before experiencing a barrage of more than a dozen intense lightning strikes upon his head!

His strength was already halved, and forcing out his ultimate combat power was already an extreme exertion. Hit by such high-intensity strikes again, he immediately reached his limit! Zhan Xiaoxiao screamed, spewing a mist of blood, and his charred body plummeted downward!

A sharp, gleaming sword light reappeared eerily, flashing like lightning toward the center of Zhan Xiaoxiao’s chest and abdomen! With a "puff," the long sword instantly plunged three inches deep into the flesh! Zhan Xiaoxiao proved worthy of being a Saint Venerable expert; his body's hardness was truly comparable to refined steel.

Even with the peerless sharpness of the Blood of Yan Huang, it only managed to penetrate three inches under these circumstances! Zhan Xiaoxiao let out a long, agonizing cry and struck the sword hilt fiercely with his palm. The Blood of Yan Huang emitted a sound like a mournful sword cry, displaying surprising sentience, and shot backward!

But as the sword retreated, a torrent of thick blood sprayed out from the wound. Zhan Xiaoxiao roared again, spitting up another large mouthful of blood! Although the sword hadn't pierced through his body this time, its fierce sword qi had infiltrated within, wreaking havoc in his meridians!

This time, the Blood of Yan Huang embedded itself unhindered into Zhan Xiaoxiao’s Dantian! Zhan Xiaoxiao’s body, which had been floating in the void, suddenly went rigid mid-air.