The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Chaos said, somewhat exasperated.

Even a fool would have realized by now that Mo Qian was clearly playing him for a fool. Regardless of Mo Qian's motives, Chaos felt it was definitely not something that would benefit him.

"Hehe, you found out. Then there's no need to hide it anymore."

Mo Qian went all out again. This time, Chaos decided that it would never give Mo Qian another chance. Similarly, Mo Qian thought the same way. Neither of them would give the other any chance.

"Old Yu! Now's the time!"

Mo Qian didn't want to wait until the life-or-death moment. For him, now was the best time. He feared that if he waited and was accidentally cut by Chaos's scalpel, his condition would be completely different. While he was still in good condition, he wanted Yu Wenzhou to make his move and see if they could kill Chaos with a single blow.

"The Kingdom of Ice!"

Yu Wenzhou knew what Mo Qian wanted to do the moment Mo Qian gave him a look. Suddenly, several ice pillars appeared in the space, tightly imprisoning the chaotic soul.

"what?!"

Chaos was truly surprised that Yu Wenzhou's move would also be effective on him in his soul form.

This is information unknown to Chaos: the more blind spots Yu Wenzhou's abilities have, the stronger their ability to restrict them becomes.

Otherwise, why would Mo Qian have held off Chaos for so long?

"Sword of Hell, maximum power!"

Mo Qian activated his Flash Mode and the Sword of Hell, maximizing both abilities. This was Mo Qian's final dance; regardless of whether he succeeded this time, he would have no second chance.

Mo Qian knew very well that even if he wanted another chance, Chaos wouldn't allow it. If this chance failed, Mo Qian would be finished. And everyone else would be finished too.

It's easy to imagine the immense pressure Mo Qian is under right now. If he fails, there will be no next step, and their journey will come to an end.

"We absolutely cannot fail."

Mo Qian flashed to Chaos's side, preparing to deliver the final blow, but then he saw Chaos's other hand—a moving scalpel. Chaos could still move, albeit slowly. This meant that if Mo Qian were to deliver this final strike, the best-case scenario would be mutual destruction, but this was not what Mo Qian desired.
"Don't think about it."

Mo Qian flashed behind Chaos again and thrust his sword in. The maximum power of the He Zhi Sword began to burn Chaos's soul.

"what!!!!"

Chaos was controlled by the ice pillars of the Ice Kingdom, while its soul was being burned by Mo Qian's He Sword and extreme flames.

"Mo Qian, you will not have a good ending. You are destined to be alone."

These were the last words of Chaos before its death. After saying these words, Chaos turned to ashes and would never be resurrected, because its soul had been burned away by Mo Qian.

"Destined to be alone? You're talking about yourself, aren't you?"

Mo Qian paid no attention to what Chaos said, because he thought it was all nonsense. He figured Chaos's loneliness was probably just him talking about; he'd become the overlord of the fifth level, yet he didn't have a single follower—just an empty-nest boss here.

"Resolved!"

After resolving the chaos, Mo Qian waved to Yu Wenzhou, but he noticed that Yu Wenzhou and the others looked a little off, as if they wanted to remind him of something.

"Behind! Behind!!! Old Mo!!! Get out of the way!" Yu Wenzhou had never been so agitated, but at this moment, he didn't care about his image anymore; Old Mo's life was in danger.

"what?"

By the time Yu Wenzhou warned him, danger had already struck.

Chaos appeared behind Mo Qian without anyone noticing, and the Soul Scalpel silently pierced Mo Qian's heart.

"Change players."

Chaos said with a smile.

"what?!"

Mo Qian instantly felt a pain deep in his soul, a pain a hundred times worse than physical pain.

"How does it feel to have your soul wounded? Not good, right? Oh well, luckily I had a backup plan, otherwise you two would have really taken me down. A double whammy of ice and fire, huh? But so what?"

Chaos intensified its binding force on Mo Qian's soul while keeping a wary eye on Yu Wenzhou's side.

"How come you're completely unharmed? Could it be that my Sword of Hell is fake?"

Mo Qian was very curious as to why Chaos could appear behind him and stab him in the back without any apparent problem.

"No, he's not completely unharmed. There are burn marks on his chest, but what about the ashes!"

Yu Wenzhou thought it might be an illusion created by Chaos, an illusion given to everyone.

"Fine, I've already won anyway, so I'll tell you. What Mo Qian killed before was just my soul. The real me is Chaos now. Before you killed my soul, I was controlling it. It was exhausting. My physical body is much more convenient."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes, then looked at Zhou Zekai and Huang Shaotian, and reminded them:

"You two heard what he just said, right? He's still a mortal being, which means your attacks are effective. You've rested enough, haven't you?"

Huang Shaotian and Zhou Zekai instantly activated their flash mode, with yellow and white flashes simultaneously flashing and forcing Chaos back.

"We will tell you that without your soul, your death is imminent!"

Zhou Zekai and Huang Shaotian said that Yu Wenzhou stepped forward and carried Mo Qian away. Mo Qian's soul was injured again, and it was unknown how long Mo Qian could remain conscious.

"Listen to me, go find Eagle Magpie, he will heal me."

These were Mo Qian's last words before he fell into a coma. Mo Qian knew that Ying Que would definitely have a solution, so Ying Que was the first person he thought of.

At this moment, Yingque, who was on the second floor, had just seen off Han Wenqing. Little did he know that an even bigger task was coming up: healing the soul, something Yingque had never tried before.

"This is the fifth floor, why is there no one here?"

Han Wenqing and Zhang Xinjie also arrived at the fifth floor, intending to help Ye Xiu and his group. However, they got lost immediately upon reaching the fifth floor. The fifth floor was quite large, and filled with elite bosses. But none of this could stop Han Wenqing and Zhang Xinjie. The combination of a master of martial arts and a healer made them practically a perpetual motion machine. Han Wenqing's current strength was extremely formidable. (End of Chapter)