I just want to kill you all, or be killed by you all.

"snort!"

The burly man's body trembled, and the strip of cloth tore apart.

The blood-purple demonic patterns on his powerful body suddenly lit up, surging like lava and instantly covering his entire body.

A surge of powerful energy rose to the sky, the joints clanged like metal clashing, and every inch of muscle exuded a fierce aura forged in a hundred battles.

With a slight movement of the fist, the void subtly distorted. This body was no longer flesh and blood, but a humanoid weapon forged from thousands of battles.

"This person is... Yuan Sha, the Hundred Battles Demon Body of the Myriad Tribulations Demon Sect!" someone recognized him.

"I heard that Xuan Shi is his old friend, so he must have come to avenge him. I never thought that there could be such a loyal and righteous person among demonic cultivators."

"What a powerful killing intent! Killing intent can amplify the penetration of attacks, while killing intent can greatly enhance attacks. This battle is sure to be extremely exciting!" Someone took out a recording stone to record the event, which could be sold for a considerable income.

Li Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with even more murderous intent.

Compared to magic cultivation, demonic cultivation excites me more.

"I don't understand why you have such great hostility towards demonic cultivators, but Xuan Shi and I have not harmed the innocent. On the contrary, it is you so-called righteous cultivators who have killed countless people for your own cultivation and refining of magic treasures."

Moreover, compared to you, we demonic cultivators value emotions more, while you are all hypocritical.

Daoist couples turn against each other for treasures and opportunities; a master, nearing the end of his lifespan, takes away his disciple; and fellow disciples kill each other for a spot.

I know you're strong, but I will definitely kill you. Don't underestimate the bond between us demonic cultivators!

As soon as Yuan Sha finished speaking, he threw a punch.

Hundreds and thousands of battle spirit phantoms appeared behind him, overlapping one another, their blood and qi surging, and they were reinforced by a terrifying gray evil aura, creating a series of sonic booms.

He is a physical cultivator who pursues the goal of overcoming all laws with sheer force, forging his physical body into a human-shaped magical artifact.

Therefore, body cultivators are the most effective counter to sword cultivators, except for internal sword cultivators.

This is why he was confident enough to step onto the stage even after Li Yang had defeated two prodigies.

Li Yang, however, was not afraid at all and drew his sword to meet the attack.

"Clang!"

The sword's cry drowned out the sonic boom.

A fist against a sword, a needle against a wheat awn.

Li Yang's killing intent was unstoppable, piercing through Yuan Sha's fist.

It plunged straight in, piercing his arm, the remaining sword intent shattering his meridians.

However, Li Yang's physical body was not as strong as Yuan Sha's, and the force of his punch sent him flying backward.

Yuan Sha staggered back a few steps, a piercing pain shooting through his right arm.

Looking down to the side, I saw that my right arm was hanging limply, the bones and veins were broken, and cracks appeared in the skin and flesh.

This made his pupils shrink.

His own body, which he was so proud of, was so easily broken open by Li Yang.

In the first round of confrontation between killing intent and malevolent energy, the winner has already been determined.

Li Yang was able to easily break through his defenses!

The threat of death instantly gripped my mind.

He underestimated Li Yang's strength.

Or perhaps, Li Yang hadn't used his full strength in the previous two life-or-death battles!

I will die!

Thinking of this, his breathing became erratic, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

In contrast, Li Yang, who had been sent flying by the blow, stood up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and charged at him again with his sword.

"I'll kill you!" Yuan Sha roared, trying to embolden himself.

He feared death, but he did not back down from Li Yang, who had killed his best friend.

The two possessed no fancy supernatural abilities or secret techniques; it was pure, violent aesthetics.

However, Yuan Sha dared not continue to fight Li Yang with his flesh and blood, so he took out a second-grade, nine-patterned Sha Bone Greatsword from his storage ring.

The clanging of weapons echoed throughout the room, but it was clear to anyone with eyes that Yuan Sha was at a significant disadvantage.

Because his speed was too slow compared to Li Yang's.

One of the biggest advantages of sword cultivators is speed, especially for sword cultivators like Li Yang who have a pure mind. When he raises his sword, he has only one thought in his mind—to kill the enemy.

In this way, his speed will not be affected by any factors, soaring up and down, traversing in all directions.

On the other hand, Yuan Sha, being a body cultivator, was strong in his physical body, yet he became a sitting duck.

He has not entered the Golden Core stage and cannot fly with his physical body; he can only stand on the arena and use the opponent's strength to attack, defend, and dodge.

His explosive power is undeniable; it is indeed very strong.

But it depends on who the enemy is.

After fighting for over a hundred rounds, Yuan Sha was covered in blood.

His body was covered in sword marks, the most dangerous one nearly severing his entire head.

But his physical body was terrifying, and the decapitation wound healed quickly.

"I can't deny that you are stronger than them all. You are also the most principled person I have ever met among all the demonic cultivators." Li Yang's eyes showed admiration.

However, this did not stop his murderous intent from becoming increasingly terrifying.

"However, I will not spare your life because of this. If a demonic cultivator like you were to rise up and fall into the demonic path, the destruction would be catastrophic."

These words made Yuan Sha's heart sink.

He did indeed harbor the hope that Li Yang would spare his life.

"I don't need your sympathy. Kill me if you want. As long as I'm not dead, I haven't lost!"

He said this when he was fighting a senior brother after joining the Myriad Calamities Demon Sect.

He was about to be killed, but his unwavering will to fight to the death impressed his opponent, who spared his life.

"I'll grant your wish!"

But Li Yang is neither a demonic cultivator nor his senior brother.

And so on, dozens more rounds.

Yuan Sha was pierced through the chest by a sword, and his heart exploded.

But his powerful physique prevented him from dying immediately.

He finally felt firsthand how death was slowly devouring him.

He opened his mouth to speak, and blood gushed out in spurts:

"I am not afraid of death, but I do not want to become a symbol of your heroic deeds in vanquishing demons! I have done nothing wrong, nor has Xuan Shi. With your extreme actions, how are you any different from us?!"

Li Yang's tone was indifferent:

"Just now, because you are a demonic cultivator, I was too lazy to respond to your words; you were not worthy to listen. But after the battle, it seems you are worth my time to waste my breath:"

The righteous path binds people with rules; the rules are illusory, but when everyone abides by them, they become real.

The demonic cultivators treated people with sincerity, and their sincerity was genuine, but since everyone was different, chaos ensued.

The righteous path may be hypocritical, but even beneath this hypocrisy, there are still bottom lines to follow.

At least they know that you need to make up a reason to kill someone and steal treasure, and at least they know that you need to cover up when your fellow disciples kill each other.

Demonic cultivators are sincere, and beyond sincerity, there are no taboos.

Today you kill me for your best friend, tomorrow you slaughter a city for your mentor, and the day after you destroy a country for your Daoist partner. Every time you do it, you have no conscience and feel it is only natural.

Therefore, the difference lies not in good or evil, but in "whether or not one has that awareness".

The right path has its limits; even if it loosens, it can be tightened again.

The demonic cultivator has no strings; a single plucking is an eternal melody.

Li Yang paused, then shook his head and said:

"I know you won't listen to me, so let me be more blunt:"

If you want to kill me, then shut up and endure it when I kill you.

Why did I only kill you and not others?

As soon as he finished speaking, his head was smashed to pieces with a "whoosh".

Holding a blood-dripping sword, he stood suspended in mid-air, his cold, blood-red eyes sweeping over the group of vengeful geniuses:

"Is there another person ready to die?"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

The group of prodigies fell silent, and few dared to meet their gaze.

They came seeking revenge, but before Li Yang could even see them, three of them were killed by an unknown swordsman.

Although Li Yang was weak and seriously injured at this time, they gradually realized that something was wrong.

"This swordsman must be hiding his strength, deliberately luring us up to our deaths."

"His act of representing Li Yang is a pretense; his real intention is to covet our cultivation resources!"

"This person and Li Yang are probably both elites from the Xuanyuan Sect. We cannot fight them anymore."

Li Yang waited on the stage for a while, but when he saw that no one else dared to go up, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Just as he was about to leave the arena, an angry voice, like thunder from the heavens, boomed outside the Xuan Tian Sword Sect.

"What a disgrace to the Xuan Tian Sword Sect! They've killed another of my beloved disciples!"