Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"What are you looking at? Keep practicing your sword."

Just then, an immense evil aura enveloped the area, and demonic energy burst forth from the ground. Jian Dian's loving expression instantly changed, his disheveled hair flying up, as if a giant demon had been reborn.

"Sword, Madness?"

Even Sui Wuduan, who was several feet away, was shocked: "Sword Scholar, Your Excellency!"

The Master's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty killing intent as he snarled, "Before you die, remember these eight words: the beginning of calamity, the origin of all evil!"

Unfamiliar words, a frantic consciousness, the once deep and majestic gaze gone, and no longer recognizing the two beloved disciples before him, he ordered his master to strike with the wooden stick in mid-air, sending a massive sword aura flying toward Sui Wuduan and the sword within reach.

The two brothers were forced to fight, unleashing their swords simultaneously and barely managing to hold off the swordsman.

"Your Excellency is in dire straits and must be subdued."

"Old man, madman, wake up!"

"kill!"

With demonic energy surging and a menacing threat looming, and seeing the situation turning dire, Sui Wuduan and Jian Zhichi joined forces for the first time, striving to launch a pincer attack and counterattack.

"Ho!"

"Explicit front flow!"

Although the brothers had a tacit understanding, their foundations were far too different. In his madness, Master Ming's sword intent surged even more, shooting out in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the Western Mountain was in ruins.

"Calamity... Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The unstoppable sword intent and the irresistible cold edge left the two brothers covered in blood and wounds.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly swept across the western mountains and gracefully landed.

"The road to Fengdu is a martyr's path, where heroes are buried in the wilderness. Heaven is silent, earth is speechless, and mortals do not regard humanity as the lowest of the low. The end times are here, and there is no theism."

The master, blind to the newcomer, displayed an even more mad and demonic appearance.

"You? Kill me!"

"The wailing of the underworld ghosts, annihilate!"

Both sides immediately unleashed their ultimate techniques, combining the power of blood darkness and the aura of evil, creating an extreme clash.

Sword Maniac transforms his fingers into swords, one into a thousand, a thousand into ten thousand, an endless sword strike that makes the entire universe tremble.

Di Mingqiang gathered his energy and wielded the Divine Weeping Sword. On its blade, the power of dark blood gathered into a vortex, devouring the blood energy from all directions.

boom!

The ultimate moves converged, creating a deafening explosion that cracked the earth. A powerful shockwave swept across all directions, and the sword, once again, shone with a new crimson light.

"I'll go inform Venerable Faru. Brother, be careful!"

He rushed swiftly along the ancient road of virtue without any apparent reason.

Jian Zhichi hid behind a large rock, intently watching the battle. His mind gradually recalled the blood-dark power on Di Ming's body, the tragic state of Qing Laoshan, and the evil power that had once been contained within his body.

It's him!

With the sword at his fingertips, his fists clenched tightly, his anger surging, and before he knew it, his chest was burning hotter and hotter.

But Di Ming mocked, "The one who slays demons has become a demon himself! Sword Madman, Master of Fate, today I will fulfill your destiny!"

"Heaven and earth are all swords!"

Sword's frenzy intensified, and in an instant, sword intent surged forth from within his body, sweeping across everything and devouring heaven and earth.

"How could you possibly fathom the power of the Dazzling One? Dark Sun and Bloodstained Night - Chapter of Burial and Echo!"

Di Ming's smile grew even brighter, and a burst of crimson dark power erupted from his Divine Cry, swirling like a blood cloud towards the myriad swords in the air.

The two unparalleled techniques clashed, once again shattering the earth and shaking the sky. The Qiongxiao Piming Sword, which had been shattered by the power of blood darkness, suddenly flew within inches of the sword.

The sudden change caused Jian Zhichi's innate sword embryo form to fully open, greedily absorbing the Qiongxiao Piming Sword.

"what!"

The sword intent flowed continuously into his body, causing him to break out in a cold sweat, feel excruciating pain, and feel as if his entire body was on fire, even though the sword was so close.

Upon witnessing this scene, Di Ming burst into inexplicable laughter: "So it was a fish that slipped through the net in Qinglao Mountain Realm. As expected of the person Xuanzhe has his eye on, he is indeed not bad."

The evil energy was suppressed by the power of the Blood Darkness, and Master Ming gradually regained his senses. He withdrew the remaining sword energy, and half of the Myriad Paths Piercing the Heavens Sword remained.

"Child, you are very good! And you?"

Having suppressed evil for thousands of years and endured both physical and mental torment, the swordsman, though now old and frail, suddenly sharpened his eyes and shot out two cold beams of light that were not to be trifled with.

"With an aura of bloodlust emanating from you, are you the mastermind behind the Single-Edged Criminal Case?"

"Not only that, the Dazzler is also a killer of you demons! Prepare to die!"

Di Ming then channeled the power of Blood Darkness, merging it with the ultimate techniques of the Immortal Sect. His aura coalesced, unleashing a devastating dark energy that struck towards Ming Fuzi.

"Devouring the universe, filling the void!"

"Your confidence will lead you to hell; ten years of honing your skills have been wasted; a lifetime spent chasing empty fame is laughable!"

With a flick of his wrists, Master Ming unleashed a dual-style attack, pouring out his lifelong chivalry into a heart full of sorrow, and transforming his unparalleled sword intent into a mighty divine punishment.

With a deafening roar, both men were thrown back, sustaining injuries.

"You should be praised for your vigorous old age, but this is the end. Borrow life from ghosts, take hell as your witness, embark on a martyr's journey, and set off on the end of the world!"

Di Ming threw the sword aside, and immediately the Eye of Martyrdom opened, the Gates of Hell opened, and countless yin spirits and ghosts flew out from the ground, turning the surrounding area into a ghostly realm.

"Legendary Sword: Ten Thousand Swords Heavenly Peak!"

In his final, desperate move, he commanded Master to bring his two fingers together and raise them high towards the sky. The peerless sword that had once severed the dragon's head on Shiliu Island was drawn again, pressing down with overwhelming force and echoing throughout the land.

The endless roars of evil spirits and the overwhelming ghostly aura surged forth, but in the end, the martyrs drove away the ghosts and their heroic spirit vanquished the demonic forces.

Unexpectedly, another shocking event occurred. Just as the sword intent swept away countless evil spirits, the God's Cry broke through the sky and once again unleashed the Earthly Netherworld's ultimate killing move.

"The Final Form of the Doomsday Martial Arts - Hell's Lament: Ten Thousand Souls Sacrifice to Heaven!"

"don't want!"

Just as Jian Zhichi stabilized the Qiongxiao Piming Sword, he let out a wild cry and rushed out without regard for his own safety, standing in front of Mingfuzi.

"Silly child, uh!"

With his last strength, he thrust the sword forward, and Shenqi pierced through his chest, causing the Master's blood to stain the heavens.

"Earthly Darkness!"

"Sword Scholar!"

"Your Excellency!"

Three exclamations rang out simultaneously. Tianji and Jun Fengtian, who were on Haozheng Wudao, rushed to the Xishan Biecao Pavilion, only to be met with a scene of grief and indignation.

The crimson hue of dusk once shone upon the swordsmen's robes of Jiangnan.

The west wind is silent, only blowing the green hills and white hair.

(Many thanks to Li Luo for the reward and to all the fellow Daoists for the monthly tickets; we've secured our place in the top ten.)

Chapter 386 The Second Dragon Head Returns

The atmosphere at the Xishan Biecao Pavilion was frozen solid.

When Di Ming saw Tian Ji and Jun Fengtian arrive, he wiped the crimson from the corner of his mouth and coldly shouted, "Get out of the way and do not interfere with Xuanzhe's work!"

Having been struck by the Heavenly Peak of Ten Thousand Swords by the Master of Destiny, Di Ming was also seriously injured, his whole body wounded by sword energy, and he was now at his last gasp.

Tianji gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Although I don't know how you crawled back from the Yellow Springs, Tianji will knock you back down to the Yellow Springs today!"

"Very well, then come with me to the Yellow Springs."

A divine oracle, divine weeping, the twin swords trembled.

Holy light and dark energy erupted once more.

The extreme conflict was about to erupt, and a life-or-death struggle was imminent, but Jun Fengtian stepped between the two.

"Fengtian, you?"

Jun Fengtian pressed down on Tianji's sword and asked, "Diming, what exactly do you want to do?"

"The dragon's head has returned, and Orochi has been resurrected. As fellow members of the Five Paths of Haozheng, Jun Fengtian, you must know more about Jiandian's situation than Tianji."

Jun Fengtian coldly asked again, "Who told you about the Eight-Headed Serpent?"

"Hahaha! Who told you this? The actions of the dazzled are none of anyone else's business. Get out of the way!"

With a long howl, Shenqi absorbed the power of Blood Darkness once more, moving with the speed of a shooting star and the force of thunder, piercing straight into the depths of the underground strata of the Xishan Biecao Pavilion.

Suddenly, a tremendous dragon roar came from deep within the earth, and a ghastly green demonic aura burst forth.

This sword strike severed the seal set by Master Ming, and immediately a black dragon burst forth from the earth, flying rapidly towards the sky.

"Want to leave? No way!"

The Earthly Sword moved at will, wielding immense blood-dark power to slash at the dragon-headed evil energy in the air.

"Is this the Evil Leader?"

Tianji was still in astonishment when he saw Jun Fengtian throw the Confucian classics into the air, which transformed into countless golden holy characters. In the blink of an eye, the holy characters formed a wall, forcing the dragon's head back.

Di Ming sneered and leaped straight at the dragon's head, unleashing his Blood Darkness power once more.

"The Primordial Chaos - The Earthly Fiend King's Decree!"

With both palms striking simultaneously, a deadly attack containing boundless blood-dark power crashed down, instantly causing the heavens and earth to weep in despair, and the murderous aura to engulf the world.

Boom!

A colossal explosion erupted, sending up towering clouds of dust that seemed to tear the night apart, shattering the dragon's head into countless fragments.

"Success!"

The air and air of the earth and the underworld were exhausted, and they fell to the ground quickly.

Having barely managed to regain his footing, he heard another dragon roar in the air. Pieces of evil energy passed through the Confucian holy wall, regrouped outside the wall, and flew into the night sky.

"How could this happen?"