This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered

Above and below the heavens, sand danced in the air as Mi Sheng looked up furiously at the black-robed man, Si Feihang, in the sky.

If it weren't for Si Feihang concealing his strength and suddenly attacking, causing his junior brother Mi Sui to be severely injured, their situation wouldn't have become as irreversible as a collapsing mountain.

Moreover, during their retreat, Song Haomiao and Han Wenxuan, two masters, were killed by Si Feihang.

Now Mi Sheng had guessed Si Feihang's intentions, which was nothing more than to use the killing to obtain the World Origin for advancement to the Eighth Realm.

"Amitabha, I will not let you have your way!"

Mi Sheng was resolute, determined to explode his Life Origin at the last moment of his life.

They had already discovered that no World Origin would drop if they committed suicide.

"Hmph."

Si Feihang smirked coldly with a gloomy face; did he really think he couldn't guess what this bald monk was planning?

Now that both parties understood each other's intentions, it would come down to their own abilities to see who would have the last laugh!

Si Feihang's unflustered demeanor sent a chill through Mi Sheng's heart; killing someone was much harder than stopping someone from self-destructing.

Even though he knew the intentions of the three, Si Feihang remained calm. Was there something else he didn't know hidden in this?

Now he was in the late stage of the Seventh Realm, and his two junior brothers were in the middle stage of the Seventh Realm. Because of the particularity of the Zen Body Cultivation Technique, even in a weak state, they could last quite a while.

However, Mi Sheng had no time to think further as he noticed that the opponent was about to make a move, and if they were not fully focused on defending, they might really be captured alive given their current condition.

"Ha!"

Mi Sheng, Mi Le, and Mi Sui all shouted simultaneously, forming a strange Zen hand seal.

The exposed skin of the three quickly changed from flesh color to gold, giving off a metallic luster!

Three strings of Buddhist beads illusions appeared out of thin air, held in their hands, with the phantom of Buddha behind them, chanting with bowed heads.

Just as Si Feihang signaled to Cen Zian and Wei Ruo with his eyes, preparing to teach these bald monks a lesson together, a sudden change occurred!

In the void, an orange silhouette emerged, opening its gaping mouth to spit out something.

Then, twin points of cold light abruptly rose, the faint light turning into dazzlingly brilliant sword light in an instant!

Clouds follow the wind; the wind rises from the sword!

Accompanying the sword light, and appearing before everyone, were the cold gazes of a man and a woman!

The sword light swept in from the west, stepping on the moon, aiming directly at Si Feihang like a divine power descending from heaven!

The man and woman each posed elegantly, resembling a couple of otherworldly beautiful immortals, but the cold light in their sword blades terrified everyone!

The entire Secret Realm trembled under this sword strike, the boundless desert heaving catastrophically - a sign that the Secret Realm couldn't bear the load.

This sword had already exceeded its burden limit!

"YOU THIEF!!!"

Si Feihang roared skyward, his hair flying wildly, his face filled with shock and fury!

This nightmare-like sword light, as unstoppable as the fearsome deities of life and death, vowed to drag him into Infinite Hell!

He hadn't felt such near, life-threatening terror in many years; this sword made him recall the trembling fear of facing his first demonic beast when he just entered the Cultivation World, a feeling of helplessness where life was not in his hands.

Liang Yi and Su Youyi had no intention of playing a righteous one-on-one battle; they started with their strongest move!

After all, the Primordial Cloud Scroll Immortal Technique didn't need to accumulate any anger value, nor did it wait until one was severely injured to be used.

This was their most powerful strike; under normal circumstances, it was enough to obliterate an early Eighth Realm Cultivator across a major realm.

But now, to stay hidden and avoid early detection by their opponents, they had to sacrifice some power to increase concealment.

However, Liang Yi and Su Youyi were confident that even with reduced power, this sword strike would still severely injure Si Feihang!

The sword strike was so abrupt; even Si Feihang and his group couldn't imagine how someone could be so close without being detected.

Even if they hadn't detected anyone's presence, how could such a sword strike be easily executed? But until a moment before the sword light appeared, they noticed nothing unusual.

"There can't be a next time. Gathering sword light in my mouth, I really have to hand it to you two, meow!"

Mister Orange continuously scratched his cheek with his paws, feeling as if he had just eaten a packet of popping candy. Although Liang Yi and Su Youyi took the sword with them, the remnants of the Sword Qi were still bouncing around in his mouth.

"Probably going to have indigestion, meow..."

Mister Orange grimaced, struggling to digest this wisp of Sword Qi with even his abilities, fearing it might upset his stomach.

Meanwhile, Liang Yi and Su Youyi firmly locked onto Si Feihang with their Primordial Cloud Scroll Immortal Technique, reaching him in merely an instant from their appearance.

Their exaggerated speed transformed Liang Yi and Su Youyi into a silver streak of light, piercing through the void and the explosive air currents around them instantly blasted away a man and a woman beside Si Feihang.

In that moment of life and death, Si Feihang realized he couldn't take the sword strike head-on and wanted to dodge.

But no matter how he twisted and turned, the point of light was unyielding.

Now, having reached the Seventh Realm and capable of harnessing the Power of Laws, Liang Yi and Su Youyi were truly revealing just the tip of the iceberg of the prowess of Primordial Cloud Scroll Immortal Technique.

With the Laws of Space and Time emerging together, even a Daluo Golden Immortal would have to stand still and take the hit; the sword light completely sealed off all of Si Yuhang's paths of retreat, forcing him to take the powerful strike!

"Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack..."

The five urgent, sharp sounds signaled the breaking of Si Feihang's five fingers on his left hand.

Thick blood, enough to dye the Heavenly Vault red, sprayed out from the severed fingers, intertwining with the black mist expelled from Si Feihang's mouth!

A sinister and bizarre black spear suddenly appeared in Si Feihang's hands, its body cracked open to reveal a gaping mouth, heartily swallowing the dense Abyss mist and blood!

Blood-red and black vein-like patterns emerged on the spear, pulsating as if with a heartbeat!

The patterns covered the spear entirely, and swiftly spread towards Si Feihang's body, merging the man with the spear in grotesque and sinister harmony.

"Roarrrrrr—"

Si Feihang howled to the sky like a wild beast, his eyes bloodshot devoid of reason.

Boom!

The air exploded beneath Si Feihang's feet, boosting his speed to the limit within a single breath!

Raising his spear to meet the attack, the spear tip collided with the sword tip!

The collision unleashed an invisible shockwave that swept everything away; the two Abyss Cultivators in the sky, and Yue Bai on the ground who had just come into contact with three Zen practitioners, all hurriedly steadied themselves to avoid being blown away.

But the Secret Realm wasn't so lucky; cracks appeared like shattered glass between heaven and earth, with spatial rifts erupting everywhere.

Under Yue Bai's somewhat concerned gaze, the silver sword gleam and the crimson black spear gleam each dominated half of the sky, clashing and gnawing at each other grindingly, with any stray collision force dropping onto the Sand Sea forming bottomless black holes.

"Ah! Ah!!"

Si Feihang's fingers were all broken, still profusely bleeding, but he had completely lost his sense of pain and rationality in exchange for power, frantically banging his broken left hand on the tail of the spear, trying to overpower the opposition with its force!

But Liang Yi and Su Youyi were unfazed, and the situation did not affect them. They even tilted the balance in their favor at an extremely slow yet steady pace.

Crack—

The initial crack resounded between the silent heaven and earth, followed by continuous snapping sounds.

Liang Yi set his eyes on the spear in Si Feihang's hand, which was already covered in cracks, but Si Feihang himself seemed oblivious, continuously pounding the spear handle with his fractured left hand, wanting it to absorb more blood.