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Chapter 184 already stated that the Evil Sword Immortal is not important.

Compared to the previous Five Elders of Shu Mountain, the battle between Chonglou and the Evil Sword Immortal is undoubtedly much more entertaining.

If we had to make a comparison, the special effects on the two could be compared to those of a year-long anime series like Battle Through the Heavens and the special effects of the three-year anime series.

One film lacks both action and special effects, while the other boasts an impressive budget that burns through every frame, with every collision sending your adrenaline soaring.

Furthermore, in order to prevent Mount Shu from being completely destroyed, the battlefield between the two has now been forcibly moved to the desert of the New Immortal Realm.

This place was originally where Chonglou found the spot to fight Feipeng, so it's not a pity that it's now being used to duel with the Evil Sword Immortal.

Most importantly, there are no living beings here, so there's no need to worry about anything.

High above, evil and demonic energies collided repeatedly in the sky, the rampant energy causing the space to tremble slightly, and the boiling air was squeezed out, forming vacuum zones around the two of them.

The faint, blurry ripples spread outwards in concentric circles, like countless pebbles thrown into a calm lake, creating layers upon layers of ripples.

Every clashing of their swords carried terrifying destructive power, stirring up turbulent currents in the air and shattering the desert surface into dust. The already ravaged desert rapidly caved in with each deafening roar.

"Hahahaha! Chonglou! What's wrong with you? Why are your punches and kicks so weak and powerless!"

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The Evil Sword Immortal's laughter exploded in the sky, sharp and piercing. He forcefully pushed aside Chonglou's double blades with tremendous strength. The Evil Sword Immortal grinned and instantly appeared in front of Chonglou. His body was like a full moon bow, bent backward to the extreme. Every muscle was tensed in that instant, accumulating all the power. His huge fist was raised high and smashed down.

Snapped!

Chonglou raised his twin blades to parry, his figure instantly retreating dozens of miles. His feet scraped against the air, leaving a long white trail behind him, as if he had been pushed from one end of the sky to the other. Judging from his expression, he was already quite exhausted.

Yes, in terms of sheer strength, the Evil Sword Immortal is already on par with him.

This monster, born from evil thoughts, this being whom he easily crushed in broad daylight, is now able to contend with him head-on.

But what does it matter? Isn't this the rival he's craved all his life?

"Since when have ants who fled in defeat dared to speak to me like that!" Licking his lips and tasting the sweetness of blood, Chonglou's smile became ferocious, like that of a raging beast, and his fighting spirit suddenly blazed fiercely.

He suddenly crouched down, his calves exerting force, creating a huge dent in the air beneath his feet. Before the Evil Sword Immortal could react, he smashed through layers of air and rushed in front of him. His fist intent was like a mountain collapsing, and his demonic power was like a tsunami. The extremely fierce force suddenly erupted, and waves of red energy burst out from the fist imprint.

The entire desert shook, dust flew everywhere, and a deafening roar echoed all around!

The punch landed squarely, and the Evil Sword Immortal's body flew backward like a cannonball. Chonglou, however, gave him no chance to catch his breath, and in a flash, he chased after him, unleashing a barrage of explosive punches and kicks: sword slashes, fist strikes, leg sweeps, elbow strikes, and knee strikes, causing the evil energy on his body to continuously dissipate.

Even so, with the Evil Sword Immortal's regenerative abilities, the damage caused by the previous attack would be completely healed before Chonglou's next attack could land on him.

What's worse, Chonglou could clearly feel that the Evil Sword Immortal's aura was increasing at a visible speed, but he could only watch helplessly.

In just a few hundred moves, the Evil Sword Immortal had completely adapted to Chonglou's rhythm and began to launch an effective counterattack. Both the Demon Lord and the Evil Immortal had given up and entered the most primitive hand-to-hand combat state, exchanging blows back and forth, all of which were purely offensive and did not involve any defense, resulting in mutual damage.

As the two unleashed their energy without restraint, a violent whirlwind spread outwards, whipping up sand and stones, completely tearing apart the last intact part of the desert surface. The sky and earth were churning and groaning, the vast land undulating like waves, and the sky was filled with dark clouds, making it impossible to see anything.

In this brutal battle where every punch landed and no one retreated an inch, it was Chonglou who was the first to give in. The hot blood that had been pressing on his throat was expelled by a heavy punch, and he stumbled. The Evil Sword Immortal seized this opportunity, and a finger suddenly pierced through the endless void, pulling out a violent airflow that broke through Chonglou's protective demonic energy. It entered through his shoulder blade and emerged from his back, bringing with it a cloud of blood mist.

With that one finger strike, Chonglou's body stiffened abruptly. An indescribable pain exploded from his shoulder blade, instantly engulfing his entire body. Every bone and tendon in his body was shattered inch by inch, and the piercing pain that penetrated his soul made him roar to the sky.

Even with his physical abilities, such injuries would not allow him to recover in a short time, and he was about to become a lamb to the slaughter.

"Demon Lord, Demon Lord, your arrogance has cost you dearly. You have lost a heart. How can you possibly contend with me now?" The figure of the Evil Sword Immortal emerged from the smoke and dust, sighing and shaking his head. With Chonglou's combat strength, it would not have been so easy for him to capture the man. But who made him so foolish as to willingly offer his heart for a woman who did not love him?

Approaching Chonglou, who was kneeling on the ground and unable to stand up for a long time, the Evil Sword Immortal intended to cut off Chonglou's head and horns.

But just as he raised his hand, thunder rumbled across the distant land.

"Um!?"

The Evil Sword Immortal was startled and looked towards the plain from which the rolling thunder was coming from.

Just then, a figure in dark gold and purple armor, exuding an incomparably domineering aura, appeared before him, wielding a divine halberd and riding the thunder.

This armor exudes an aura that looks down upon the three realms, with divine and demonic energies flowing across it, like an Asura monarch who holds the power of life and death, descending to the mortal world.

"Who is this?" The Evil Sword Immortal's pupils shrank sharply, and his biological instincts made him feel an extremely strong sense of crisis.

His response was met with an incredibly domineering and furious roar—

"God and Demon Annihilation Strike!"

The halberd fell, and the world changed color.

In an instant, from the perspective of the Evil Sword Immortal, the colors of the entire world were completely drained by that domineering and unparalleled slash, leaving only that purple-gold torrent pouring out from the tip of the Asura Battle Halberd like a celestial river flowing backward.

On both sides of the slash trajectory, space burst open with countless cracks like a shattered mirror, extending from the sky to the ground, from near to far. Silver spatial turbulence surged wildly in the void, tearing the edges of the cracks into jagged patterns.

One after another, beams of light shot up from the cracks, piercing through the clouds and reaching the heavens, illuminating the surrounding desert as if it were daytime. The air between the beams of light was ionized into pale golden plasma, emitting a continuous, low rumble.

The aftershock of the slash cleaved the desert surface, creating a canyon that stretched to the horizon. The sand and gravel on both sides of the canyon instantly melted into glass, and then shattered into dust under the sweep of the shockwave. The Evil Sword Immortal's figure exploded instantly, and the blackish-purple evil energy was completely annihilated by this terrifying slash before it could dissipate.

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"Done." Russell shrugged as the Shura Armor dispelled its possession. "I told you, the Evil Sword Immortal isn't important."

"—" After a moment of silence, Chonglou couldn't help but ask, "Since you have the ability to kill him in one blow, why didn't you make a move from the beginning?"

Surely you don't want to see him get beaten up?

"Of course I want to see you get beaten up!"

It is only natural.

It was a resounding statement.

Confident and self-assured.

"***%#%@"

Although Chonglou didn't say it, Russell could tell from his eyes that he must be enjoying the birdsong and fragrant flowers in his heart right now.

"Alright, alright, he's not dead yet, and Zixuan is fine now. We'll just have to wait for her to wake up. You must remember what I said, don't be a simp."

"She can be domineering when she needs to be, gentle when she needs to be, and assertive when she needs to be. In short, it doesn't matter who she has in her heart; what matters is where she is."

Russell's words struck Chonglou as odd, and he couldn't help but frown, asking, "From what you're saying, you're leaving?"

"That's right." Russell casually pointed to the sky above. "If we don't leave now, we probably won't be able to leave at all."

"What?" Chonglou was still puzzled. The sky of the New Immortal Realm had been thrown into chaos by the battle just now, and was now just a blur. He wanted to ask again, but before he could finish speaking, a terrifying aura descended from the sky, instantly forcing him to kneel on one knee. His hands were on the ground, and his arms were trembling slightly from the effort. Even if he tried his best to resist, it was to no avail.

His gaze moved forward with difficulty, landing on the spot where Russell had been standing. Russell touched the ground with his toes and stepped back. The space behind him cracked silently, and an invisible spatial gate suddenly opened, trapping him inside. Russell disappeared in an instant, without a sound.

At the same time, the pressure that had been suppressing him so relentlessly suddenly eased, and Chonglou's upper body sprang up, air rushing into his lungs as he let out a heavy panting sound.

He glanced at the sky, which had returned to calm. From the moment he was overwhelmed by that aura to Russell's disappearance, only a few breaths had passed, but those few breaths felt longer than the entire battle he had fought with the Evil Sword Immortal.

Above the Three Realms, beyond the clouds, at the very edge of the heavens.

A mysterious place where there is no time, no space, and no dimension that mortals can comprehend.

"What a pity." Fuxi shook his hand with some disappointment. His palm was as broad and thick as a mountain, with long and slender fingers. The tips of his fingers were surrounded by a pale golden light of law. But at this moment, there was a very thin and shallow black burn mark on his little finger.

He had just tried to probe into the space with his divine sense while Russell was away, but it was almost instantly annihilated by the power of spacetime.

"If it were that simple, neither of us would have been trapped here for so long."

Shennong's voice came from the side, cold and deep. In front of him floated a scroll of the Three Realms. On the scroll, a purple light that was originally shining in the realm of gods had been completely extinguished.

They had lived for too long and seen too many creatures. Over the long years, they had become accustomed to looking down on others and treating all outsiders as playthings that they could manipulate at will.

Unexpectedly, Russell tricked them before he left.

This time, they suffered a double loss. He stole the Zhaodan Spring, one of the Nine Springs of Shennong, and even forcibly took away most of the Path of Emotion that the Evil Sword Immortal was responsible for.

I don't know how there could be such a strange creature in the world. It is clearly as weak as an ant in terms of its own cultivation, but its status is ridiculously high.

Xingtian World!

At the top of the building, the night was deep.

The city lights spread out like a dazzling galaxy beneath my feet. Skyscrapers stood tall, and cars streamed by. The portal to another time and space opened and closed silently, and a black figure tumbled out of it.

Russell hunched over, his breathing heavy, but his eyes shone brightly.

Teasing someone and then running away, that's so satisfying!

Without lingering in the Xingtian World, he took a step and returned to the Xiaoyao Heavenly Palace in the Tianlong World.

Time resumed its flow, and Mu Wanqing, Madam Wen, and Xiaobai, still in their departing postures and expressions, looked at Russell with slight surprise as he reappeared.

The face was still the same face, the eyebrows and eyes were still the same eyebrows and eyes, but the aura he exuded was like that of a completely different person.

"Huh? You're back?" Little White was the first to react. She tossed the storybook aside, and her fluffy fox tail peeked out from under her. The snow-white tip of the tail curiously scratched Russell's chin.

Although she knew it would only be a fleeting moment for her, she still found it somewhat novel to witness a man's dramatic transformation in the blink of an eye.

"Stop fooling around." Russell slapped away Little White's fox tail with an annoyance, strode to the prepared bathtub, took off his clothes, and stepped naked into it. He then let out a long, satisfied sigh: "Any girl want to take a bath with me?"

"No." Xiaobai refused without thinking. Although Russell didn't know how much time had passed, it felt like just a second to her. She had just been tormented to the point of being unable to get out of bed. If she were to be stabbed again, she would probably have to spend the next few days supporting her back.

"Sister Bai, go ahead." Mu Wanqing also waved her hand hurriedly. She was in the same situation as Xiaobai, but she was willing but powerless. As a mortal, her condition was even worse than Xiaobai's.

Seeing this, Madam Wen had no choice but to get up, take off her clothes, and step into the bathtub. Russell reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up, and had her straddle his lap.

Burying his head in the softness of Madam Wen's chest, Russell took a deep breath. The breath carried Madam Wen's unique cool fragrance, mixed with the herbal scent of herbal bath and the sweetness of rose petals, making it incredibly fragrant. He felt much of his fatigue from the past few days ease, and couldn't help but exclaim, "That feels good."

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