Slandering my daughter for stealing, I, the Drunken Swordsman, will open the sky with one sword

The Phantom Sword began to glow, naturally possessing the power to resist this energy, but Ye Qing chose to directly retract the Phantom Sword.

Because Ye Qing had retrieved the Phantom Sword, he quickly dodged to the side just as the dark sphere was about to attack him.

He narrowly escaped the attack, which made Moll even angrier.

"You actually managed to dodge my attack? I don't believe things have turned out this way. You do have some skill, but I have even more faith in my own abilities."

Immediately afterwards, Mo'er launched another attack on Ye Qing, with the same result.

After Mo'er unleashed three consecutive Dark Balls that failed to hit Ye Qing, he gathered his magic power to prepare for a fourth attack, but then he squatted down on the ground.

Ye Qing could tell that this was Mo'er's magic power expanding along with the power within his own body.

Mo'er looked to be in great pain, and Ye Qing felt a pang of pity for him when he saw him like this.

"It's a real pity. You were originally very powerful. If you had continued to cultivate, you might have become a very formidable person."

"It's just because you were too greedy and absorbed other people's cultivation, which caused your body to be overloaded and things turned out this way. I feel sorry for you."

Ye Qing was telling the truth, and the Demon Lord in front of him naturally wouldn't believe him.

"I am from the Demon Realm. So many demons obey my orders. How could I possibly be unable to control even this little bit of power?"

“Let me tell you, Ye Qing, don’t try to scare me. I know my own capabilities and whether I can control these things.”

Mo'er was very resentful. He had considered all possible scenarios, but he hadn't thought that he couldn't control them.

Judging from his roar and the difficulty he showed in standing up, he has lost most of his strength.

Ye Qing did not choose to attack Mo'er at this moment. He knew that if he waited a little longer, the speed at which Mo'er's power would flow would be even faster.

The Demon Lord slowly straightened up and looked behind him. There were indeed no other demons there.

"It seems that I, the Demon Lord, am truly doomed to fail in your hands today. I am truly unwilling to accept this. I absorbed the cultivation power of the demon race, yet my body cannot withstand it. Tell me why."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qing took a deep breath and responded.

"This is because you rely too much on the power of the Demon Realm. Haven't you noticed that your magic power has decreased significantly since you left the Demon Realm?"

"You rely too much on the Demon Realm. You are indeed very powerful within the Demon Realm, but your strength is greatly reduced once you leave it."

He was telling the truth; he sensed it after seeing Mo'er absorb the power of others.

However, as soon as Ye Qing finished speaking, Mo Er burst into wild laughter.

"I never imagined that my power would be restricted by leaving the Demon Realm. I left the Demon Realm once before, and this didn't happen then."

"So be it, perhaps this is fate. When I deal with you again, such a disaster is destined to occur."

Mo'er closed his eyes, looking resigned to his fate.

Seeing that the Demon Lord in front of him showed no sign of gathering power to attack him, Ye Qing tried to get closer.

Just as he was five steps away from Mo'er, Mo'er suddenly opened his eyes, gathered the evil energy and demonic power within his body in his right hand, and attacked Ye Qing with all his might.

He struck Ye Qing with a palm, sending him flying.

Only after Ye Qingzhong fell to the ground did Mo'er speak.

"How was it? The attack I just launched against you used all the magic I have right now. Even though my magic has been reduced by a bit, it was still very easy to deal with you."

They all knew just how much of a threat these problems posed to them.

Just when Mo'er thought his attack had caused fatal damage to Ye Qing, Ye Qing got up from the ground.

"It is said that people from the Demon Realm are cunning, so I have always been wary of you. When I get close to you, I use my own power to create a barrier and successfully block your attack."

Ye Qing approached the Demon Lord in front of him, his eyes filled with contempt.

"It seems your strength isn't that great. I was confident I could suppress you, and now that's been proven."

"If I'm not mistaken, the release of that evil magic you just used up a lot of your power."

Just as Ye Qing had said, Mo'er was no longer able to get up. He fell heavily to the ground, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Even if you really have great power, you were so close to me just now, and I used all my strength. You shouldn't be completely unharmed."

When Mo'er asked this question, Ye Qing gave an answer.

"If you were still like you were when we first met, then your attack just now could very well have seriously injured me."

"It's a pity that you absorbed the magic power of so many demons, which is why you've become like this."

"With your strength greatly reduced, how could you possibly inflict fatal damage on me?"

He originally intended to deal with Mo'er, but considering the thousands of lives lost in Wanling City, and the fact that Wanling City's lord, Wanling, was killed by this guy, he decided to hand over Mo'er, the Demon Lord, to Wanxin for disposal.

Soon, Ye Qing brought the dying Mo'er to the place where he had previously created a barrier for Wan Xin.

When Wan Xin saw Ye Qing return, she quickly went to him.

She was about to speak to Ye Qing when she saw Mo'er.

The moment Wan Xin saw Mo'er, she involuntarily took a step back.

"Husband, how did this guy get like this? Why did you bring him here!"

She was still wary of Mo'er, so she said those words subconsciously.

Ye Qing explained.

"Mor, the Lord of the Demon Realm, has lost most of his magic power, so you don't need to worry too much about him."

“I brought him to your side to give you a chance for revenge, so you can deal with him yourself.”

Upon hearing this, Wan Xin nodded emphatically. Without the slightest hesitation, she gathered her power, and a burst of red flames directly attacked Mo'er.

Despite being severely injured, Wanxin is still unable to eliminate Mo'er with his current strength.

Upon seeing this, Ye Qing immediately handed the Illusionary Spirit Sword, which was emitting colorful flames, to Wan Xin.

"The Illusionary Spirit Sword gathers all the spiritual energy of Ten Thousand Spirits City. If you use the Illusionary Spirit Sword to attack Mo'er, that guy will definitely be destroyed."

Wan Xin gripped the Illusionary Spirit Sword tightly, feeling her breathing become easier.

She opened her eyes wide and swung the Illusionary Spirit Sword with all her might. A colorful blade pierced straight through Mo'er's body, splitting him in two.

……

After the demon god was defeated, peace and tranquility were restored to the world.

Ye Qing returned to the residence she shared with Dongfang Liren, filled with both glory and exhaustion.

In the courtyard, flowers bloomed in profusion, a gentle breeze blew, and Dongfang Liren was already waiting there, her eyes filled with tenderness and longing.

Seeing Ye Qing return, she quickly stepped forward, gently took the sword from his hand, and said softly, "You're back. This time you're safe and sound."

Ye Qing smiled and pulled her into his arms, feeling the warmth that belonged only to home, and whispered, "Yes, I won't make you worry anymore."

The days that followed were peaceful and beautiful. In the mornings, sunlight streamed into the room.

Ye Qing would wake up to the cheerful chirping of birds, and look at Dongfang Liren, who was still fast asleep beside her, her eyes filled with happiness.

When Dongfang Liren woke up, the two strolled together in the courtyard, chatting about everyday things and reminiscing about the past.

Sometimes, Ye Qing would pick up the wine pot and have a few drinks. When the mood struck him, he would even perform a sword dance, which would bring a smile to Dongfang Liren's face.

In the afternoon, they would sit under the eaves and enjoy tea together. Dongfang Liren would lean on Ye Qing's shoulder and listen to him tell interesting stories that were little known in the martial arts world.

If friends come to visit, everyone will set out a table of delicious food, chat freely, and laughter will echo in every corner of the courtyard.

At night, Ye Qing and Dongfang Liren slept in each other's arms, drifting into sweet dreams.

The End (End of Chapter)