Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 296 The Ultimate Battle Between the Sword Emperor and the Demon

Li Chimei stood atop the treetop, overlooking the distant city of Jinling.

boom!
The raging flames swept in like a giant waterfall.

No one could ignore Ding'an's swordsmanship, and no one dared to directly confront the earth-shattering, fiery sword light.

Therefore, the only option is to dodge.

Fortunately, Li Chimei was very good at dodging, and was even the most suitable person to dodge Ding'an's sword technique.

Because his "Heavenly Charm Yin" energy is inherently opposed to Ding'an's pure Yang fire energy, and Yin and Yang are mutually reinforcing and restraining, when Li Chimei uses his movement technique, he will be like a flame in the air. The stronger the fire burns, the faster he runs.

"Crack!"

The flames grazed the hem of Li Chimei's clothes and split the giant tree at her feet in two from top to bottom.

In that instant, Li Chimei's figure flickered aimlessly. Looking at Ding'an in the firelight, she felt a pang of emotion, and memories of the past flooded her mind.

His figure swayed left and right, then slowly flew backward like a large bird, suddenly singing loudly:
"The general, having fought a hundred battles, is now disgraced; turning back towards the river bridge, he is separated from his old friends forever. The Yi River flows desolate, the west wind is cold, and the assembled officials are dressed like snow. The tragic song of the brave warrior has not yet ended; even the birds seem to know such sorrow, and they will not only weep clear tears but also cry blood. Who will share with me, drunk under the bright moon?"

The song was desolate and tragic, filled with a deep and inexpressible sentiment.

brush!
Li Chimei and Ding An landed on the ground, standing opposite each other.

Suddenly, a sound like thunder exploded, and the giant tree, which had split in two, collapsed, scattering burning wood chips everywhere.

The sparks fell like rain, casting flickering light on the two men's faces, making them stand there like two statues.

Ding An looked at him and said, "To be honest, you sang quite well."

"Brother Li, you flatter me." Li Chimei gazed at the distant mountains, revealing a hint of longing. "The landscape is as beautiful as a painting, but it's a pity that things have changed."

At this moment, Xu Ruowu, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, said in surprise, "Thirty years have passed, and I did not expect that Brother Li still has such deep feelings for the Great Yuan. Does he not know that the world has changed and the world has become like mulberry fields?"

Li Chimei smiled and said, "Everyone needs something to look forward to, right?" He paused, then looked at Ding An, "According to Fang Yeyu, you took the Yuan Emperor's treasure?"

Ding An sniffed; his nose felt a little itchy, so he rubbed it and mumbled, "Yeah."

"During my time in the Central Plains, I have already discerned the active minds of the princes. It is good that Zhu Yuanzhang is alive, but what if he suddenly dies?"

Li Chimei sneered, "The world will surely fall into chaos. When our allied forces from beyond the borders troop over the land, half of the country will change hands."

Xu Ruo raised an eyebrow and said, "Brother Li's observation is quite accurate."

"Brother Xu understands me!" Li Chimei laughed heartily, then sighed, "What a pity! A penny can stump even a hero. My current predicament is that I have no money. If I had the Yuan Emperor's treasure, my plan would most likely succeed."

He glanced sideways at Ding An and saw that the guy was rubbing his nose, his mouth slightly open, intently trying to sneeze.

Li Chimei pointed at Ding An, utterly helpless: "Look at him!"

Xu Ruowu burst into laughter.

Amid his laughter, Li Chimei said in despair, "Who could have imagined that the treasures left by the Yuan Emperor that I've longed for day and night would fall into the hands of these three bumpkins? Is it truly fate that my ambitions will remain unfulfilled? Is this the end of our Mongol Yuan dynasty's hope?"

Xu Ruo Wudao said, "The dream has traveled ten thousand miles with the wind; it's time for Brother Li to wake up from his dream."

Li Chimei shook her head and sighed, "Yes, it's time to wake up."

Achoo!!!

Suddenly, a deafening sneeze rang out, followed by the booming sound of thunder falling from the sky.

Ding An stuck out his tongue comfortably and said, "Old Xu, don't listen to his bragging! This guy talks a good game, but deep down he's just after treasure."

Upon hearing this, Li Chimei's face immediately darkened.

Ding An continued, "No matter how precious the treasures are, they are still inanimate. Using them to wreak havoc on the world is worse than burning them. If they are used for the benefit of the people, then they are true treasures!"

Xu Ruowu's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Brother Li, your words are resounding and well said!"

Upon hearing this, Li Chimei grew increasingly displeased and coldly said, "You took our Mongol treasure and now you're mocking me?"

Ding An gave an "oh" and said with a smile, "I can't stand your hypocrisy, so I'm just mocking you! What are you going to do about it?"

Li Chimei snorted coldly: "Putting aside the enmity of seeking the Dao, now there is also the enmity of the nation. Tonight, I, Li, will fight you to the death." He floated up and suddenly appeared in front of Ding An.

With a flick of his right hand, a sliver of cold light pierced towards him.

Ding An's eyes were clear and bright. He breathed slowly, and in an instant, he released his inner strength. His prosthetic index finger was slightly raised, pointing at the silver needle.

With a "ding," the two of them floated backward together.

Those around were dazzled and disoriented, when they heard a chilling, eerie laugh.

"brush!"

A strange wind seemed to sweep through the courtyard, and a figure in yellow robes rushed towards the void two zhang away. It suddenly froze for a moment, then with a whoosh, it flew straight back towards Ding'an.

Ding An swayed slightly, his robes gradually billowing, and his left hand swung his eagle-blade diagonally upwards.

Chi Mei moved with unpredictable and erratic movements, dodging two attacks in quick succession before suddenly turning and lunging at Ding An from behind, wildly stabbing with her needles.

Ding An snorted and swung his sword back.

Li Chimei leaned back to avoid the blade, then suddenly reached out and scattered starlight.

"Ding ding ding, hiss~!"

Ding An instantly turned his head to dodge, but the silver needles pierced his shoulder and neck four times in quick succession, sparks flying. The fourth needle finally broke through the skin, drawing blood. "Swish, swish, swish!"

Ding An felt a sharp pain in his neck. He slashed at three streaks of fire and flew backward, exposing his bare chest. Li Chimei let out a charming laugh and thrust the needle deep into his chest.

The Heavenly Demon's Yin energy is not simply faster than others; when it attacks, its speed is unpredictable, and its direction is also uncertain. It seems to advance and retreat, or dodge to the left and then move to the right, making it impossible for people to pinpoint its location.

In a battle between masters, how can one afford to make a misjudgment?
At this moment, Li Chimei held silver needles, and the faster she moved, the more ferocious her force became. With multiple attacks, even Ding An's indestructible body was broken.

This shows just how capable he is.

If an ordinary person were to face Li Chimei's ghostly movements and pursuit, they would probably have already been defeated and killed.

But Ding An was extraordinary. As his internal energy circulated, his robes billowed, and he suddenly shifted three feet to the side.

"call out!"

The silver needle veered off course and grazed past his throat.

Ding An raised his head, licked his lips, and suddenly stretched out his prosthetic arm, pulling out a rockery with a "boom" and throwing it fiercely at Li Chimei.

As the artificial hill approached, Li Chimei exclaimed, "Well done!" and suddenly began to spin rapidly like a top.

With a series of "crack" sounds, the artificial mountain suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of hundreds of stones that reflected back with precise and ruthless force, sounding like thunder.

Just as Ding'an was about to be swallowed up by a pile of rubble, everyone was shocked. Suddenly, a loud shout rang out: "Get out of the way!"

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the darkness, as if the heavens had opened their eyes. A pale light flashed by, revealing the churning dark clouds in the sky, the raindrops falling like threads and arrows, and the expressions of everyone present.

"The fire and water are not over yet!"

The sight of the knife stung everyone's eyes, and they couldn't help but cry out "Ah!" as if they had been stabbed.

A snow-white, thick-backed knife, like a swimming dragon, flashed and struck the rocks.

The world seemed to fall silent for a moment, then suddenly there was a loud "boom" as flames erupted, instantly engulfing the earth into a huge fireball. The ground trembled slightly as the earth shook.

Li Chimei was scraped by the unparalleled force of the blade, and immediately her face was covered in dust and dirt, with a cut on her forehead from which blood gushed out.

But this time he didn't run away. Instead, he lunged at Ding'an and stabbed the silver needle into his chest with such speed that it was truly as swift as a ghost.

Caught off guard, Ding An was immediately struck by a gushing blood from his chest and was forced back half a step, coughing up blood incessantly, clearly seriously injured.

However, the "Residual Flame Blade Technique" he practiced was originally derived from "Fire Greedy Blade," which emphasizes the cultivation of the mind, meaning that the more severe the injury, the greater the damage.

When Fang Zijing, the creator of this technique, practiced it, he broke his own collarbone to find a shortcut to improve his circulation.

Therefore, this sword technique has a unique characteristic—it can only unleash its full potential when facing life-or-death danger, and only when severely injured and on the verge of death can it fully exert its strongest power!
"readily!"

Ding'an roared and slashed repeatedly with his knife. The rainwater was ignited by the fire's energy, and with a "sizzle," countless scorching steam burst forth.

Li Chimei asked with a smile, "Brother Li, how does this taste?" The silver needles were thrown out like a thousand white waves.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Ding An neither dodged nor avoided; with the "Water and Fire in Harmony" technique, he drew his sword without regret. The initial force had not yet dissipated when the subsequent force arrived, layer upon layer, its power encompassing heaven and earth.

Wherever the two passed, white mist billowed, flames filled the sky, and blood sprayed everywhere, turning the area crimson in a short while.

"Little Ghost King" Jing Cheng was unable to dodge in time and was swept by the strong wind. He immediately screamed and flew away tumbling.

If it weren't for Xu Ruowu's timely intervention to save him, the Ghost King's Mansion might have been without a successor.

At that moment, another bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, and from within the blood mist, Ding'an's voice cried out: "In the beginning of time, who passed on the Dao?"

The floor tiles shattered and swirled up, and two figures, one in black and one in yellow, moved like crossbow bolts, creating a deafening explosion.

Everyone stared in disbelief. This battle was different from the return to simplicity of Ren Jianshen and Shuiyue Dazong. It was more frenzied and domineering, and extremely exciting to watch.

Suddenly, the blade's energy and sparks burst forth in all directions, moving with astonishing speed.

Li Chimei's needle energy was also released, and he wandered among them, waving his hands and watching them explode.

The sky flickered with the faint sound of thunder, but it could not suppress Ding An's boundless roar: "The heavens and the earth are yet to take shape, how can we investigate them?"

Boom!

Thunder rumbled in the sky, dark clouds churned, and a thick bolt of lightning tore through the heavens, illuminating the entire Ghost King's Palace.

The figures in the two streaks of blood mist appeared simultaneously.

"I'll go to you!"

Ding An shouted and kicked Li Chimei in the stomach with a "bang".

Li Chimei was not to be outdone. With a sudden gust of wind, she used a silver needle between her fingers to strike his chest, delivering six punches in a row, each one landing with a resounding thud.

boom!
Another loud crash, blood splattered, and two figures flew backward, each falling to the ground.

"Who's winning?"

"Is Ding'an alright?"

"Did they both suffer heavy losses?"

The crowd roared with excitement, their mouths agape as they stared at the brutal battlefield, their hearts seemingly frozen in shock.

(End of this chapter)