Master of the Demon Emperor

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz…

Forty treasured swords madly pursued Xia Tianyi, intent on blasting him out of the sky.

Xia Tianyi moved through the air as if on flat ground, leaping and displaying marvelous swordsmanship, drawing the forty treasured swords into his sword stance with the wind of his blade.

His dual swords were as quick as the wind and as fierce as thunderclaps, with rolling thunderclouds gathering, darkening the skies over Chang An.

Boom—

The booming of thunder was deafening as Xia Tianyi used Lu Ziwei's sword to create a massive tornado, shaking the whole of Chang An.

"All Under Heaven Facing East."

Su Yie muttered to himself, while Li Huahun also squinted his eyes.

Amidst the thunder and lightning and the sword wind, Xia Tianyi transformed into countless afterimages, seemingly practicing a sword technique on his own, dazzling to behold.

Lu Ziwei frowned and did not rush to act, as he was already unable to stop Xia Tianyi, and getting closer would only decrease his chances of dodging.

He waved his right hand, and right after that, beams of light flew out from his sleeve, ascending above his head.

There were as many as five hundred treasured swords, their quality not inferior to the forty constrained by Xia Tianyi.

"How many swords does this guy have?"

Su Yie grumbled, almost wanting to rob Lu Ziwei.

However, since Lu Ziwei had been kind to him, it was impossible for him to do so.

The five hundred treasured swords began creating sword shadows, with Lu Ziwei preparing to use the Ten Thousand Sword Jue.

The two Sword Dao grandmasters prepared to clash with their strongest moves!

The entire city was boiling.

"Damn! Starting with such big moves?"

"Their moves, if they land, we're all dead!"

"First time in my life seeing such powerful sword qi..."

"Is this what the Sword God and Sword Saint are like… We spend our lives unable to reach such heights."

"Such terrifying pressure!"

Everyone felt their breathing become rapid, as if burdened with a heavy weight.

The maximum diameter of the sword qi tornado created by Xia Tianyi had already reached a kilometer, and the number of sword shadows above Lu Ziwei's head reached as many as a hundred thousand.

Su Yie well knew the power of these two moves, and if they collided, Chang An would surely be destroyed.

"What exactly are they trying to do?"

Su Yie frowned, wondering if Lu Ziwei and Xia Tianyi choosing Chang An for their duel had another purpose.

It wasn't just him; many began to worry.

Inside the imperial palace, Li Mengde and Li Zuxuan were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Within Emperor Su's Sect,

Li Zuxuan: "If Great Tang is in trouble, could Emperor Su possibly help? The kind of help that's urgent!"

Demon Lord Qing Yan: "Tsk, tsk, are you shaking?"

Tang Qingtian: "What's Tang anyway? Never even heard of it!"

He Youming: "Could it be that Lu Ziwei and Xia Tianyi want to destroy Chang An?"

Shangguan Wuji: "Of course, why else would they choose Chang An? Among the Seven Dynasties, there are so many cities."

Emperor Su: "Yes, I can."

…

Seeing Li Zuxuan asking for help, Su Yie had to agree using his identity as Emperor Su, and he could deploy the Divine Shadow Legion to intervene, pretending it was the will of Emperor Su.

At the same time, it was a chance to deal with the Demon Sect using the Divine Shadow Legion!

Meanwhile, the momentum of Xia Tianyi and Lu Ziwei had reached its peak, stirring the wind and clouds, causing the earth to tremble, and all buildings in Chang An to shake.

Streams of demonic qi suddenly wrapped around Chang An. Wei Niantian appeared above Chang An City, surrounding the city with his own demonic qi.

The demonic qi surged, quickly forming a barrier enveloping the whole city, guarding against the grand moves of the two Sword Dao grandmasters.

"Is that demonic qi?"

"Didn't expect the demon cultivators to choose to protect us."

"Pfft! Chang An is just a puppet of the Demon Sect, they're only doing it for their own benefit."

"Such strong demonic qi, could it be the Leader of the Demon Sect, Wei Niantian?"

"Even if it's for their own benefit, they still protected you, you ungrateful fool, always guessing others' good intentions!"

In this critical moment, various cries of alarm and curses rang out through the city.
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They had all admired the Sword Saint and the Sword God, but now they were filled with hatred for the two Sword Dao grandmasters.

Lu Ziwei's gaze hardened as he swung his right hand toward Xia Tianyi.

Tens of thousands of sword shadows, like a torrent, attacked, creating an incredibly exaggerated scene with strong winds that slammed into the Demonic Qi Barrier enveloping Chang An.

Xia Tianyi then executed All Under Heaven Facing East, unfortunately, Lu Ziwei wasn't in his east.

Thus, his All Under Heaven Facing East weakened.

Even weakened!

It could still destroy heaven and earth!

He suddenly stopped, dual swords slashing toward Lu Ziwei as countless sword Qi bombarded out.

In terms of visual impact, his All Under Heaven Facing East was not less than Lu Ziwei's Ten Thousand Sword Jue.

Boom!

The two torrents, carrying an unstoppable momentum, collided, stretching for miles, and in an instant, the Demonic Qi Barrier was deformed under pressure.

The streams of air, like dragons, danced wildly in the sky, stirring up the thunderclouds.

The expressions on both Lu Ziwei and Xia Tianyi's faces were extremely solemn; now, they were both contesting their Spiritual Power.

In terms of power, neither was superior, so it came down to who could last longer.

"If it were truly east... I might lose..."

A heavy feeling settled in Lu Ziwei's heart, the word 'lose' had not appeared in his mind for a long time, causing him some panic.

With a loud bang!

The two torrents suddenly doubled in intensity, stretching for tens of thousands of meters, seemingly splitting the sky dome in two.

"Why does it feel like they aren't just competing?"

Xiang Yu suddenly spoke up. Swordsmen prioritize speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, and seldom engage in contests of Spiritual Power like this.

Su Yie didn't speak, he vaguely sensed something.

Li Huahun sneered, "They haven't even started their duel, there is something hidden beneath Chang An."

Beneath?

Su Yie and Xiang Yu unconsciously looked down at the ground.

"What thing?" Su Yie asked.

Li Huahun calmly said, "Something very dangerous."

At this statement, Su Yie's brow furrowed deeper.

No matter how he inquired, Li Huahun refused to answer.

With a loud bang!

The Demonic Qi Barrier was shattered by the sword might, with strong winds flattening the city. Countless buildings were demolished, many civilians were killed by the shock, the earth shook violently, and the whole of Chang An fell into chaos.

Countless cultivators and civilians fled everywhere, all running towards the outskirts of the city.

Lu Ziwei and Xia Tianyi suddenly ceased their attack, and while the Sword Qi Torrent had not yet dissipated, both charged toward each other.

Like two streaks of sword light shuttling through the torrent.

Clang!

Their swords clashed again, and they immediately began competing in swordsmanship.

Elsewhere, Wei Niantian wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, watching Xia Tianyi and Lu Ziwei with an extremely ugly expression.

Even with his full strength, he was unable to stop their sword might, which had also caused him to be injured.

"What exactly are they trying to do?"

Wei Niantian gritted his teeth and muttered, the demon cultivators around him looked towards the sky in terror, fearing another fall of sword Qi.

Whoosh—

An airstream sounded, Wei Niantian instinctively turned his head, narrowly avoiding the stabbing attack of the Zhou Wu Sword.

The Zhou Wu Sword quickly flew up, eventually returning to Su Yie's hand.

Su Yie was seen flying over on the Heartbreaking Sword.

"Demon Sect, it's time to settle accounts!"

Su Yie said coldly, taking advantage of the chaos in Chang An City to deal with Wei Niantian.

Wei Niantian scoffed, not needed to act himself as the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord charged at Su Yie.

"Scum! Die!"

The Purple-Clothed Demon Lord roared in anger, striking a palm at Su Yie.

Su Yie did not dodge, his right fist blasted out with full force, with the Strength of Seven Hundred Dragons tearing through the air.

With a loud bang!

Accompanied by the sound of breaking bones, the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord spat blood as he flew backward, smashing through several buildings and falling into the ruins, his life hanging by a thread.