Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

The Xuanlei Blade of Annihilation is a greatsword naturally imbued with the power of lightning. When wielded, lightning flashes and it exudes an overwhelming aura.

Upon seeing this, Jing Wuhuan used his mind to control his sword, unleashing the highest form of the Profound Ultimate Heart Sutra: "Slaying Heaven and Earth, Ultimate Divine Sealing, Supreme Purity Destroying Demons, Hah!"

The move, imbued with righteous spirit, sweeps away the clouds and annihilates the heavens.

"Very good, Thunderous Fury Slash!"

With a flick of its wrist, the Extinction of the Illusory Thunder unleashed a torrent of lightning, bolts of electricity flying and purple thunder rolling as it stormed into the Qitian Sword Formation.

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Chapter 164 The Primordial Divine Decree: A Peace That Will Never Come

Inside the barrier of the Great Desolate Divine Art, Duanmie Chanti and Jing Wuhuan were locked in a fierce battle.

The annihilation occurred at Shen time, which was countered by Jing Wuhuan's Hai time, rendering his demonic power useless. However, the damage from his Dao sword was amplified.

A resolute gaze, bearing the weight of life and death on the path of righteousness amidst hardship.

The indomitable fighting spirit is the pride of the young demon lord.

Neither of them backed down.

In their eyes, there was a deep and unwavering understanding between them.

Time passed minute by minute, and physical strength was gradually depleted. Duanmie Chanti, who was already injured in many places, struggled to hold on until the sundial finally began to turn.

"The time has come."

"We must settle this once and for all. Are you still capable of fighting?"

If it weren't for the life-or-death battlefield, if it weren't for the millennia-long feud between the Holy and the Demonic, Duanmie Chanti would have long since thrown down the Xuan Lei in his hand and surrendered to his beloved.

But now, he can't.

Only by finishing this brutal divine duel as soon as possible can they sit down and negotiate.

"Wu Huan, if the Demon City wins, I will definitely help my brother end the war between the Holy and the Demonic factions, so that we can enjoy peace forever."

"If the Holy Fang wins, I will also persuade Yue Shengmingluan to coexist peacefully with the Demon Clan and govern their respective territories."

"Come on! Thunderous Strike Through the Heavens, drink!"

"The Sword Dao of Yanhuang Qitian has arrived, ha~"

The thunderous roar shattered the heavens, and the might of the Qitian Sword shook the four directions. Both sides unleashed their ultimate moves simultaneously, and in an instant, everything turned to ashes.

"Uh~"

"puff!"

In the extreme explosion, swords flew everywhere, and everyone collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood.

Ignoring their own injuries, the two were determined to win, and simultaneously unleashed their inner energy, resulting in a mutually destructive outcome.

"Blood Slaughter of the Three Forbidden Zones - Annihilation of Life and Soul!"

"The path of sacrificing one's life for the ultimate cause of redemption!"

The pure demonic energy from the Demon Emperor's bloodline and the Taoist true energy cultivated over a thousand years simultaneously struck their opponent's body, and the two began to fight with their inner energy and foundation.

Demonic energy eroded their Dao bodies, while Dao energy backfired on their demonic bodies. Under extreme conflict, their physical bodies gradually deteriorated, showing signs of demonic dissipation and Dao demise.

Despite this, the two remained calm, their eyes filled with tender understanding, as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time, or as if death was a release for them.

"Wu Huan, I never expected that we would fight to a draw. I'm sorry to make you enter the cycle of reincarnation with me."

“Extinction, if living towards death is the only path to a bright future, then I will brave wind and rain.”

Just as the two were about to perish together, two immense forces crashed into the desolate realm, drastically altering the terrain and distorting space.

Suddenly, the barrier exploded, and the two were teleported to the waiting area.

He embraced Duanmie and urgently examined his injuries: "The Dao energy entered his body, and his injuries are serious!"

Yan Wushang was puzzled: "I didn't expect that the Sea Toad Venerable would also lend a hand to save people. Without his holy energy, it would be difficult to break through the Great Desolate Divine Realm."

Duanmu Xianlong sneered, "Only three people from Yue Shengmingluan are left alive. If Jing Wuhuan dies as well, their side won't need to fight anymore."

"Hey, it's your turn next. You're also playing with fire, so don't embarrass me."

"Why do you need to remind me?"

A new day, a new battle, the merciless killing continues.

Duanmu Xianlong was transported to the battlefield, where he was confronted by Jing Canglang, the archenemy who had been entangled with Hao Tianqiong and Yu Shenfeng for hundreds of years.

Duanmu Xianlong was born in the Yin hour, while Jinglun Lang was born in the You hour; there was no mutual restraint between the two.

"Jing Lunlang, the hatred of your imprisonment, let us settle it together today."

"Duanmu Xianlong, I will not let you leave alive."

"Unfortunately, my departure is inevitable."

"Then step over my corpse."

"Hahaha, I couldn't be happier! Let's start the war!"

Jing Canglang raised the ink-washing blade high, and clear waves surged into the sky, rising and falling, rushing towards the demon with immense force.

"Cold Waves!"

Duanmu Xianlong took a step back, parting the raging waves.

The two instantly entered a state of intense combat, one attacking like a mighty river flowing eastward, with endless waves, while the other defended like a raging forest, with flames soaring into the sky.

The grudges that had been buried deep in their hearts for hundreds of years now erupted wildly in the war between the Holy and the Demonic.

After a long and fierce battle, Duanmu Xianlong, his anger blazing, unleashed the first move from the "Burning Palm Technique": "Heart-Unveiling Palm!"

Instantly, his palms boiled, crimson blood gushed out, and demonic flames filled the barrier.

The overwhelming demonic power, accompanied by raging flames, made Jing Canglang feel somewhat strained.

"Frozen torrential!"

The waves turned into icy rain, and the snow flew wildly. The snow and rain gradually condensed into a jade belt, extinguishing the demonic flames and freezing the entire desolate realm.

"A mere trifle. After all these years, Jing Canglang, you haven't improved at all. Zhu Wantao's Water Style!"

Just as Duanmu Xianlong spoke disdainfully, the unparalleled expert unleashed his vast magical power once more, and a large amount of blazing flames erupted with his energy, instantly dissipating the frozen rain and snow.

The battle is not over, and lives will not be spared.

After a fierce attack, the two unleashed their ultimate moves.

There must be an end between us.

Jing Canglang had long been prepared. With his dear friend sacrificed and defeat looming, he had no way out: "One lives, or we die together. This is our destiny. Cheers!"

"It's you who makes me hate you!"

The battle had raged on for a long time, and both sides were wounded, their robes stained with blood.

Suddenly, Duanmu Xianlong roared, and a fire dragon shot into the sky, instantly passing through the Jingcang River.

"Uh~"

"The Crimson Blaze Mark used on your best friend back then will be used on you again today. Die!"

The Crimson Flame Seal, which refines the soul into iron, is one of the most vicious forbidden techniques in the world. Jing Canglang's friend, Leng Guhan, had his soul refined into soul iron by this technique, becoming the Scorched Flame Cursed Sculpture.

Just as Duanmu Xianlong raised his poisonous palm, preparing to refine Jing Canglang into Soul Iron as well, Jing Canglang's solemn face suddenly changed, and his true essence shot out, enveloping the entire world.

"Withering Wave!"

Then, an astonishing scene unfolded: the wave transformed into an invisible sword, piercing Duanmu Xianlong's heart.

"How is this possible?"

Duanmu Xianlong stared in disbelief at the ice sword emerging from his chest.

"It's all over."

Jing Canglang was consumed by raging flames, his body covered in blood, and only a sliver of strength remained to sustain him. In the end, he won this fateful battle.

"Hahahaha, as expected of my nemesis."

After death, there were no more words.

The Great Wilderness Realm opened, and he transformed into Chanti and entered it, carrying Duanmu Xianlong out of the barrier.

The current battle situation is:

Rubik's Cube has a record of 3 wins, 2 losses, and 2 draws, with 3 deaths. Only Yan Wushang, the injured Duanmie Chanti, and Jing Bao'er, who has not yet made a move, remain.

Saint Fang won two, lost three, and drew two, with three people dying. Only Ye Xiaochai, as well as Jing Wuhuan and Jing Canglang, who were too badly injured to fight anymore, remained.

The next battle will be crucial. If Ye Xiaochai wins, the results will be even, and the Taihuang Divine Decision will continue until all twelve matches are completed, or until everyone on both sides is wiped out.

With Ye Xiaochai defeated, the Holy Fang team is now powerless.

Ye Xiaochai at the hour of Wei (1-3 PM), Yan Wushang at the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), and Jing Bao'er at the hour of Xu (7-9 PM).

On the Rubik's Cube side, there are two candidates. Yan Wushang's foundation is far superior to Jing Bao'er's, but he is restrained by Ye Xiaochai.

In the previous battle between the two, Yan Wushang encountered a counter-counter and was able to defeat Ye Xiaochai. Although there is still one more chance for a counter-counter, will it happen to the Holy Infant Master again?

He hesitated.

Seeing that he remained silent, Yan Wushang grew impatient: "If you won't let me out, do you still want this child to go on stage?"

Jing Bao'er, who had been there for many days but had never played, was a descendant of the Tuishan Demon Army. After receiving a hint from Luo Hou, Hua Chan Ti immediately sent someone to fetch him.

Not long after Jing Bao'er arrived at Tianyan Demon City, news came that 20,000 demon soldiers had been drowned by Wuyi Shiyin at Tui Mountain. He desperately needed a battle to extinguish the resentment in his heart.

But the Demon Lord never sent him into battle.

At this moment, Jing Bao'er finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Demon Lord, please let me fight!"

Gazing at the fourteen-year-old boy, Hua Chanti showed a look of pity: "You are the only descendant left of the Demon Army, Jing Bao'er. I do not want you to participate in this cruel duel."

"I have a blood feud with Yue Shengmingluan, who killed my father and wiped out my clan. I beg the Demon Lord to give me a chance!"

"Sigh, alright. Ye Xiaochai is not a bloodthirsty person. If you are no match for him, Jing Bao'er, you must not force yourself."