With the great battle imminent, that scoundrel Nine Nether Fourteenth Young actually abandoned his comrade and fled! Such desertion in the face of the enemy, by the rules… is punishable by death!

But no matter how Jun Moxie shouted, the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young resolutely refused to look back.

A coward… so be it, a coward. Fleeing the battle formation… so let him flee. Say what you will, it was infinitely better than staying behind to fight such an aberrant monster.

Anyway, it seemed no military law could touch this young master. His original intention for coming here was simply to watch the spectacle. Now the show hadn't materialized, and instead, he’d become an actor. If the performance went all the way to the end, he’d have to play opposite such an utterly freakish opponent. This young master had to maintain his reputation! Such an outstanding opponent was best left for Young Master Jun to handle alone…

He certainly couldn't defeat this Kamedatento, but the sheer revolting nature of the man… that was truly life-threatening!

As the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young ran, he channeled his inner power, condensing the air into water, washing his hands over and over again… He resolved that the instant he saw another person, he would strip them bare and put on their clothes. Hands and feet were difficult items to replace, so they needed extra cleaning. But under no circumstances could he wear this black attire any longer…

To abandon the battle and flee like this—abandoning a direct, one-on-one confrontation—to yield without fighting… For the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young, this was absolutely the first time in his life! Kamedatento certainly didn't know that he had achieved something no one else in the entire world could manage today. It was truly something to be proud of…

This achievement, it seemed, even Young Master Jun couldn't replicate. Even if Jun Moxie’s future strength might completely surpass the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young’s, at best he could only kill the man, never scare him away. No, to be precise—he could disgust him away!

Jun Moxie was livid, still intending to rail against the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young’s desertion, but Kamedatento’s desperate counter-attack was already upon him! Facing this man’s desperate resurgence, Jun Moxie was in an impossible position: to meet the attack or not to meet it were equally perilous choices.

Kamedatento at this moment resembled a human hedgehog afflicted by the deepest form of disgust; even the slightest contact felt capable of ruining one’s appetite for days…

How could this battle be fought? Close combat was absolutely out of the question!

Since physical proximity was impossible, long-range attack was the only option. Jun Moxie retreated rapidly, weaving the Thunder Incantation as he backed away, unleashing hundreds of ferocious lightning bolts with booming cracks. Kamedatento ignored them completely, focusing solely on his manic pursuit of Jun Moxie.

Under his rapid movement, the vast majority of the lightning missed their mark, naturally. But even one in ten thousand still slipped through, and several bolts ultimately struck him. Yet, Kamedatento gritted his teeth, his speed undiminished as he charged forward, clearly demonstrating the unwavering resolution to kill Young Master Jun.

“Little Swordy, hurry up and get over here!” Young Master Jun began to call for rescue.

Having lived two lives, it seemed the Lord of Evil Monarch had never endured such humiliation, but now there was simply no other recourse. He yelled at the top of his lungs: “Swordy! Hurry! This is incredible! There’s gourmet food here…” The Blood of Yan Huang, having just finished devouring the entire essence and energy of Shenwei Liangqi, was slowly digesting it. Suddenly hearing Jun Moxie’s cry, it flew over in a flash—a glimmer of sword light—the blade shuddered, emitting a chime: “Delicious food? Give it all to me?”

The voice carried a profound undercurrent of excitement.

“Yes, yes, this guy is all yours! The whole thing, handle him as you see fit,” Jun Moxie hastened to say. “Even shattering him into pieces is fine!”

“Hahahaha…” The Blood of Yan Huang somersaulted in excitement. “Why are you being so generous this time?”

“Ahem, you brat, when have I ever prioritized anything over you, your Master?” Jun Moxie said shamelessly. “I knew this would be good for you, so I saved it specifically. Where else can you find a master like me? Stop nagging!”

As swift as thought, Kamedatento took advantage of the moment, bursting through the lightning encirclement and charging closer.

“Go quickly! If you let him escape, you won’t get any more good things to eat! This opportunity is fleeting; miss it and it’s gone! Hurry up!” Jun Moxie pointed and urged him anxiously.

“Wahaha! Delicacies ahead, how can I miss them? This sword goes!” The Blood of Yan Huang sliced an exquisitely graceful trajectory across the air, imbued with the profound truths of heaven and earth, soaring towards Kamedatento. Along the way, its excited sword-light trembled, wagging its tail, utterly destroying any semblance of majestic aura.

Today was truly a massive harvest!

Hahahaha…

Kamedatento continued his frenzied charge, only to find a divine, soul-controlling blade hovering in front of him. He had not experienced the might of the Blood of Yan Huang before. He assumed it was merely Jun Moxie employing a conventional Sword Control technique, and without a second thought, he struck out with his palm. He believed that if the palm wind was powerful enough, severing the connection between the sword and its master would render the technique useless.

Unexpectedly, the Blood of Yan Huang let out a soft hum, slicing through his palm wind like lightning, and lunged further toward his Dantian!

Kamedatento was truly shocked this time. He quickly dodged aside, only to see the sword relentlessly thrusting towards his Dantian again. The speed of its approach, the sharpness of its strike, and the cunning of its trajectory were things even Kamedatento, that powerful expert from another race, had never witnessed in his life.

In all his experience, no one who could control a sword had ever wielded the art of Sword Control to this extent!

It was almost as if the sword possessed its own sentience!

He truly hadn't imagined that the young Lord of Evil Monarch had already attained attainments as profound as a Saint!

Could he truly match such a formidable power?

No wonder his dear Shenwei Liangqi died by his hand… Even if his cultivation was profound, he was still the murderer of Brother Shenwei. I must kill him, no matter the cost, no matter what price I pay… Thinking this, Kamedatento’s hatred intensified. Man and sword engaged in a swirling, tumbling battle in the air… The Blood of Yan Huang was undeniably the greatest harvester, the greatest beneficiary, the biggest winner in this fierce fight. The energy it absorbed had reached a level that was appalling, almost unbelievable!

It must be remembered that in this battle across two fronts, the number of Saint Emperors killed by the sword of the Blood of Yan Huang alone exceeded one thousand, nearly two thousand. This did not include dozens of Saint Venerables, three or four Saint Lords, and just moments ago, it had devoured a supreme expert at the Half-Saint level—Shenwei Liangqi!

With such terrifying accumulation, if judged purely by the depth of profound power, the Blood of Yan Huang was currently the undisputed number one under heaven!

The only pity now was that it belonged entirely to Young Master Jun, meaning its own realm was constrained by Jun Moxie’s cultivation. As the master of the Blood of Yan Huang, Jun Moxie’s cultivation only reached the Half-Saint level, so the Blood of Yan Huang could only unleash power application peaking at the apex of the Half-Saint realm at most.

But even the portion it could exert was absolutely beyond the capacity of Kamedatento, the great expert of the alien race, to handle.

The exchange lasted barely the time it takes half an incense stick to burn. Kamedatento, resolved to fight to the death, was quickly overwhelmed and unable to defend himself adequately. Several deep sword wounds crisscrossed his body, and a small portion of his own cultivation vanished without a trace along with these wounds…

Amidst Kamedatento’s frantic roars, streams of blood spurted out from his body one after another, forming what looked like arcs of crimson rainbows in the air!

What frustrated him most was that Jun Moxie remained far off to the side, watching. This made it impossible for him to even attempt self-detonation, as he couldn't reach the target.

This was his ultimate frustration…

The Blood of Yan Huang cried out joyfully in the air, moving with the speed of lightning, like a silver snake dancing in the sky, slashing down thunderously, clearly enjoying the fight immensely.

It naturally did not understand how repulsive the man before it was, and perhaps even if it knew the full extent… it might not care much. What it cared about was how much exquisite food it could enjoy, how much energy it could devour…

As for coupling or being a universal plug or socket… what business did that have with His Majesty Sword?

Finally, with a sharp, piercing howl, the Blood of Yan Huang plunged deep into Kamedatento’s Dantian, pinning his cultivation and soul! It then began to slowly devour him. Once embedded, it wouldn't withdraw until it had fully satisfied itself…

Kamedatento screamed in agony, his face contorted, then roared furiously: “Brother Shenwei, I am coming! My husband, my wife!… You must wait for me!”

Suddenly, with a sweep of his hand, a gleaming long sword sliced off both of his heads!

Both heads flew up… The Blood of Yan Huang had only managed to draw about half of what it intended when it pierced in, only to find the source of extraction gone. It was greatly dismayed. Once a person’s death is confirmed, their vital energy disperses, and their power vanishes. Except for the soul's power, there was nothing left to draw…

After a while, Jun Moxie flew north for over a thousand miles, arriving before a haze of smoke and swirling demonic energy. The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young suddenly appeared before him, still looking rather shaken. “Is that bastard finished?”

Jun Moxie rolled his eyes. The sight of this fellow instantly stirred his anger. He exploded: “I’ve never seen anyone like you! With your sort, you still dare claim to be the number one expert under heaven? To actually play the coward and flee the battle! Abandoning me alone to face such a powerful enemy! If I hadn’t had these skills, wouldn’t you have gotten me killed? Are you not ashamed of yourself?!”

The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young became furious in turn. “Did you think I wanted to run? This young master simply couldn't hold it in… If I had known we’d run into this sort of creature here at Mount Tianzhu, I would rather have never set foot here in my entire life! Be honest—if you could have run, wouldn't you have?” If I hadn't run first, I would be the one clutching this hot potato, wouldn't I?”

Saying that, he suddenly rolled up his sleeve in anger. “Look! These goosebumps haven't gone down yet…”

Ran!

Jun Moxie also rolled up his sleeve, shouting even louder than the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young: “Damn it! Goosebumps… You think you’re the only one who got them? Mine are even thicker than yours!”

The two glared at each other like fighting cocks, panting heavily. After a long pause, they both burst into loud laughter.

They laughed until they were pounding their chests, throwing their heads back and forth, doubled over.

Jun Moxie awkwardly lowered his sleeve, saying sullenly: “It’s finally over. Let’s go back.”

“Mm, you go back by yourself,” the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young ceased laughing, his voice and demeanor filled with a profound sense of loneliness.

Hands clasped behind his back, he gazed toward the vast, distant sky. He said faintly: “From this day forward, I will reside here on Mount Tianzhu.”

His eyes looked distant as he continued slowly: “For the rest of my life, I might never set foot inside the Pear Profound Continent again. Perhaps this farewell today is the eternal parting between you and me.”