Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The moment the blade fell, a rift was torn in the air in front of the Moon Palace.

There was no sound of wind.

Only the muffled sound of the three-pointed, double-edged sword cutting through the void could be heard.

Tianpeng tightened his grip on the nine-toothed rake.

She didn't dodge.

The rake was held horizontally, forcefully blocking the knife.

clang!

A deafening roar shook the heavens.

The white jade floor tiles beneath Tianpeng's feet instantly turned to dust, and his feet sank half a foot into the ground.

She felt as if a knife had not fallen on her.

It is a mountain.

It is a mountain of corpses built up from more than three thousand days and nights of despair.

The force traveled through the rake into her arm, making her bones creak.

What's even more terrifying is the malevolent aura clinging to the knife.

It carried the scent of wind and sand from the far west.

It followed the point of contact between the weapons and frantically drilled into Tianpeng's meridians.

cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

A layer of white frost had formed on Tianpeng's eyebrows.

She looked at Bai Yin, who was so close to her.

The face was twisted beyond recognition, blood was flowing from all seven orifices, but the eyes were frighteningly bright.

Those were two burning will-o'-the-wisps.

"die!"

Bai Yin managed to squeeze out a single word.

He completely ignored the force of the recoil that cracked his tiger's mouth.

He drew his knife.

Chop again.

The movements were simple, brutal, and completely haphazard.

It means to chop.

We must shatter everything in front of us.

clang!clang!clang!

Three stabs in a row.

Each cut was heavier than the last.

Each cut is faster than the last.

Tianpeng was forced to retreat three steps, each step leaving a deep pit in the ground.

She commands an army of 80,000 naval soldiers and possesses extraordinary cultivation.

But at this moment, she felt as if she could no longer hold onto the weapon in her hand.

It's not that my cultivation level is insufficient.

It's because they feel guilty.

It was that sense of guilt that was stirred up by Bai Yin's sword intent, growing wildly in her heart and disrupting her Dao heart.

"madman……"

Tianpeng gritted his teeth, trying to use his demonic power to shake Bai Yin away.

But Bai Yin didn't give her a chance at all.

He completely abandoned defense.

Even though Tianpeng's rake had already pierced his chest, drawing a string of blood droplets, he didn't even blink.

He just needs to attack.

As long as someone kills.

"That's enough!"

A furious shout came from the side.

A golden sword light pierced through the air, heading straight for Bai Yin's back.

Indra has made his move.

He couldn't bear to see Tianpeng being dragged into the mud by this madman.

This sword strike was swift, carrying the oppressive aura of imperial dragon power, enough to suppress all evil spirits.

Bai Yin did not turn around.

He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and his body twisted strangely.

puff.

The sword flashed past his ribs, taking away a large chunk of flesh.

Using the momentum, Bai Yin spun around and swept his three-pointed double-edged sword horizontally.

The blade sliced ​​through a full circle, enveloping both Indra and Tianpeng simultaneously.

The black blade energy erupted, pulverizing the surrounding ruins.

Di Shitian frowned, and with a flourish of his imperial sword, he shattered the incoming blade energy.

But he was forced back two steps.

"This murderous aura..."

As Di Shitian watched the increasingly thick black mist surrounding Bai Yin, a chill ran through him.

This is no ordinary demonic aura.

This is the Asura Sha.

It is the source of killing intent that can only be condensed by those who have crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

How many lives did this tiger kill in the far west?

"kill!"

Bai Yin roared.

His wounds were bursting open, and blood mixed with black mist made him look like a demon god crawling out of hell.

He charged toward Indra once more.

Knives are fatal.

Every strike was aimed at mutual destruction.

Indra did not want to kill him.

He had promised Su Xiaojiu that he would save the tiger's life.

Therefore, he always held back, only defending and not attacking.

But this only fueled Bai Yin's arrogance.

Bai Yin saw through his concerns.

As a result, they became even more unscrupulous.

He used his body to ram into Indra's sword and his bones to jam Tianpeng's rake.

He didn't care about having a few more holes in his body, as long as he could get a chance to wield his knife.

"Roll up the curtain!"

Tianpeng shouted, "Stop looking! This madman is about to burn away his own life force!"

In the shadows.

The man who had been silent all along stepped forward.

Rolling Curtain was carrying the demon-slaying staff in his hand.

He looked at the blood-soaked figure in the arena and sighed.

Why bother?

He stepped out with the curtain rolled up.

Shrinking the earth to an inch.

It appeared instantly above Bai Yin's head.

The staff in his hand, carrying immense force, crashed down upon him.

This strike carried no killing intent, only a heavy suppressive force.

He wanted to knock Bai Yin unconscious.

Bai Yin suddenly looked up.

There was no fear in those bloodshot eyes.

"Get out of here!"

He roared, and the Geng metal energy within his body flowed in reverse.

boom!

A terrifying shockwave erupted from his body.

That's him burning through his lifespan.

He was burning the demon core that had just been formed.

The originally black sword energy instantly turned blood red.

Bai Yin gripped the knife with both hands and swung it upwards.

clang--!

Swords and staffs clashed.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread outwards.

The walls of the Moon Palace collapsed with a crash.

The roller shutter paused in mid-air, then was jolted and floated backward.

Bai Yin's feet sank directly into the ground, up to his knees.

His arms were ripped open, and blood gushed out.

But he didn't fall.

He stared intently at the three people in the air, a wide grin revealing a mouthful of teeth stained with blood.

"Is that all you've got?"

Bai Yin pulled out his legs.

His aura was still rising.

That aura had already surpassed his own level.

That was hatred.

It was an overwhelming hatred that triggered some kind of rule in the universe.

Dark clouds began to gather in the sky.

Purple lightning danced through the clouds, as if even the Heavenly Dao sensed this resentment that should not exist in the world.

"He's gone mad."

The curtain fell to the ground, and his expression was grave.

"It's not demonic possession."

Tianpeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; it was from the shock he had just suffered.

"He sacrificed himself to the path of slaughter."

"He is risking his life for temporary power."

Di Shitian looked at Bai Yin, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

"We must subdue him."

"If this continues, he will burn himself to ashes."

The three exchanged a glance.

They reached an understanding.

We can't hold back any longer.

He must be suppressed by absolute force, and his sacrifice must be interrupted.

"superior!"

Indra gave a low shout.

The imperial dragon energy transformed into nine golden dragons, roaring as they charged toward Bai Yin.

Tianpeng brandished his rake, drawing upon the waters of the Milky Way to create a silver curtain that blocked Bai Yin's escape route.

The staff in the curtain rolled up grew larger, like a pillar supporting the sky, and fell with the power to suppress everything.

Three powerful figures.

Three beings who stand at the pinnacle of the demon race.

They joined forces now, solely to suppress a mad tiger.

Bai Yin looked at the overwhelming onslaught.

He smiled.

I laughed so hard that tears streamed down my face.

Come on!

Come on, everyone!

"Let me see just how tough you high and mighty gods really are!"

Bai Yin did not retreat but advanced.

He charged towards the nine golden dragons.

The three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand seemed to come alive at that moment.

The sound of swords clashing drowned out the thunder.

puff!

The first golden dragon was shattered.

Bai Yin had a piece of flesh torn off his left shoulder by the dragon's claws.

puff!

The second golden dragon was cut in half at the waist.

Bai Yin was struck on the back by the dragon's tail, and his spine made a cracking sound.

But he didn't stop.

He was like a tireless shooting star, rampaging through the golden dragon formation.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

That was his own flesh and blood.

But he doesn't care.

He broke through the dragon formation and crashed into the water curtain of the heavens.

The blade sliced ​​through the water curtain, producing a piercing screeching sound.

Tianpeng felt a tremendous force strike him, his tiger's mouth was in excruciating pain, and he almost dropped his rake.

She stared at Bai Yin in shock.

How could this tiger be so strong?

This is completely illogical.

"Get down on your knees!"

The scepter for rolling up the curtain has arrived.

This attack was unavoidable.

Bai Yin suddenly turned around and took the blow with his back.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Bai Yin was smashed into the ground.

Dust flew everywhere.

"it's over?"

Indra sheathed his sword, slightly out of breath.

Even he felt somewhat strained by that burst of energy just now.

however.

The dust settled.

From that pit came a sickeningly loud sound of bones grinding together.

A hand reached out.

That hand was nothing but bare bone; the flesh had long since been worn away.

But it still clung tightly to the knife.

Bai Yin climbed out.

His spine was broken, and his body was twisted in a bizarre way.

But he still stood up.

He supported his body with that knife.

He raised his head.

The face was so covered in blood and mud that the features were no longer recognizable.

Only those eyes.

He continued to stare intently at the three of them.

"It's not over yet..."

Bai Yin's voice was very soft, like a candle flickering in the wind.

But his aura reached its peak at that moment.

A beam of dark red light shot up from his body and pierced the sky.

It shattered the thunderclouds that filled the sky.

The entire Demon Court trembled.

That was a hatred as severe as divine retribution.

That was a despair that even the Great Sage had to temporarily avoid.

Indra took a step back.

Tianpeng took a step back.

Even the curtain rolled up its sleeve, frowning and gripping the staff tightly.

They found out.

They couldn't even control this tiger.

Unable to suppress this obsession that wanted to tear a hole in the sky.

Bai Yin raised his knife.

The movements are very slow.

But for every inch it is raised, the surrounding space collapses an inch.

"Have her..."

"Give it back to me!!!"