This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered

Liang Yi and Su Youyi's swords were now like an iron fortress, and Si Feihang seemed like a man wielding a hammer, attempting to drive nails into a wall with resounding blows.

Since Liang Yi and Su Youyi remained unscathed, that meant the only ones injured under this tremendous power and ocean of Sword Intent were Si Feihang and his peculiar spear.

Si Feihang's left and right sides were already beaten to a bloody pulp. Liang Yi had seen moves that injured the enemy a thousand while self-injuring eight hundred.

But to see an attack that didn't hurt the enemy at all while incurring self-injury of a thousand five hundred, was indeed a first for Liang Yi. After all, it wasn't his fault Si Feihang sustained a severe injury to his left hand. He just wanted to stab the man with his sword, but hadn't even managed to do so yet.

Su Youyi's gaze remained icy cold. In dealing with enemies, she would never harbor a hint of sympathy.

Only enemies lying on the ground, their Divine Souls dissipated and Vitality gone, were considered good enemies! If she didn't come across such enemies, then Su Youyi would only be able to assist them with her sword.

"Crack crack..."

Si Feihang's peculiar long spear was originally far inferior to the Yuan Zhou and Lovesick in Liang Yi and Su Youyi's hands. Now, unable to withstand the successive recoil forces under Si Feihang's continuous strikes, the cracks on his body expanded further and wider.

The sound of shattering continued to resound, and Cen Zian, who was thrown into the air from the collision, looked grim, with his folding fan already closed.

Even though he wasn't the target of this sudden sword strike, he felt a fatal threat emanating from it.

Had this strike been directed at him, even he wasn't sure if he could survive.

"Liang Yi... Su Youyi..."

Cen Zian's features twisted slightly in recognition. If he still couldn't tell who these two were at this point, then there was no point for him to continue mixing in these circles.

This sword move was notoriously fearsome in the Abyss; anyone who mentioned it would feel a chill in their heart. Originally, Chen Hua had used this sword move to slay the peak Ninth Realm Great Perfection expert of the Abyss in one blow, stunning everyone present!

If Chen Hua couldn't be here, then the only other ones who could employ this sword move were his two disciples.

"Never expected to encounter you here..."

Licking his lips, Cen Zian felt a stirring in his heart, having long wished to meet the geniuses from the Mystical Mechanism Continent.

However, geniuses that had appeared in battle were too few, and even those present were from First or Second Grade forces, with the chief geniuses from Super Forces yet to reveal themselves. Among those, Chen Hua's two disciples were the most well-known.

Especially Liang Yi, who had been marked for death by the Abyss; to kill him, any price could be paid.

While it was unclear why the Abyss took such action, everyone assumed that it was highly unlikely for Liang Yi to appear on the battlefield. Even with Chen Hua's protection, there was no foolproof guarantee, and the risks were too great should he truly emerge on the battlefield.

But what Cen Zian hadn't anticipated was Liang Yi and Su Youyi daring to show themselves before them.

"You go hold off those baldies; I'll go help Si Feihang!"

Speaking sternly to Wei Ruo beside him, Cen Zian immediately soared into the sky, his body emanating a rushing black Qi as he charged straight towards Liang Yi.

The girl in the green dress, now showing an interested expression, glanced at Liang Yi and Su Youyi before leisurely flying towards Mi Sheng and the other two.

She was completely unworried about the situation over there; her only task was to remain here.

As Cen Zian rose to support, Si Feihang's long spear could hold on no longer, utterly unable to absorb even a trace of the surrounding blood Qi.

Si Feihang's spear, meant to be a trump card, was designed to consume blood Qi and Abyss Demon Qi to enormously augment the wielder's strength.

But the cost was also huge; beyond almost permanently losing his left hand, temporary loss of rationality was also fatal.

However, even the most powerful strength has its limits. Despite being boosted once, under the vast disparity in strength, Si Feihang was still playing the role of an easy kill.

Liang Yi and Su Youyi's sword light, although slow, continued steadily, aiming for Si Feihang's forehead. And as the sword light advanced, the dark red spear, wound with a stench of blood, let out a mournful cry before utterly shattering.

With the largest obstacle removed, the sword light penetrated with unyielding force, directly pointing at Si Feihang's forehead.

As Cen Zian, who was racing over, appeared on the edge of the battlefield, he was shocked by this scene—he hadn't expected Si Feihang, who held the Ink Cang Zhao Tian spear, to be defeated so quickly.

With just that spear—without paying the price of blood Qi, but only with the bolstering of the spear and Abyss Demon Qi—Si Feihang was able to fight evenly with an early Eighth Realm Cultivator.

But what Cen Zian now saw was Si Feihang being easily defeated by two early Seventh Realm cultivators.

Although in disbelief, Cen Zian did not freeze. He fiercely clapped his palms together, with Law surging, as the Senluo Ghost Prison instantly enveloped the whole world!

Under the cover of the Law, the two in the sky were immediately targeted.

Countless silent, ferocious ghosts surged out from the flickering, icy gleam of a bone gate, each of differing shapes, all distinct from one another, yet their target was singular: centered on Liang Yi and Su Youyi.

This is Cen Zian's Law Realm. Here, he reigns as the king of the Ghost Realm!

Even though the world around them was undergoing such a drastic change, even though they were deep within the heart of the ghost horde, Liang Yi's expression remained utterly unchanged, his hand firmly pointing Yuan Zhou towards Si Feihang.

Si Feihang was not yet dead, he must be killed first! And behind him, stood the most trusted person on guard!

Liang Yi, carrying with him the starlight and the austere chill of autumn, moved like an Immortal descending to the earthly realm, surging towards Si Feihang with an ocean of Sword Intent, both entering into Liang Yi's Sword Intent Domain.

On the other side, towering Sword Intent suddenly rose from the dust, sweeping across everything, breaking through the clouds; a column of light so bright it shook the heavens and earth, above which, the shadowy illusion of an Emperor's Crown appeared in the Heavenly Vault, evoking in one's heart the impulse to worship.

With peerless elegance and an abundance of heroic spirit, Su Youyi stood sword in hand, quietly observing the world at her feet beneath the Emperor's Crown, her brows cold and her demeanor majestic; above her head, the crown shimmered with a faint light, scattering across the ground like a noble ribbon.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, moving without wind, her face pale and holy under the glow of the light.

Su Youyi's right hand lifted slightly, numerous Sword Dao laws emerged from the Void, encircling her like fish swimming around, isolating all demonic, ghostly intents; any ghost daring to approach this region was instantly turned to ash.

The fish-like laws swam about, eventually converging above Su Youyi's head, coalescing into a glowing halo just as the dawn mist, forming a splendid crown identical to the immense illusion above!

The already stunning Su Youyi, clad in her breathtaking robe that mirrored a swan amongst clouds, upon donning the Sword Dao Crown added a regal imperial aura.

Even Cen Zian, from the opposing side, saw in his eyes the breathtaking image of Su Youyi, his heart suddenly filled with an intricate emotion for her, as well as envy towards Liang Yi.

How could such a radiant woman, destined to shine upon an era, already be taken?

A single sword unsheathed, ten thousand swords follow suit!

The seemingly aimless stroke of Su Youyi's casually swung sword, bore alongside it myriad phantom swords around the ghosts, each engaging in differing sword techniques and Sword Intents!

Gentle breezes, bright moons, morning rays, the spring season.

Over the years, countless Sword Intents were born within the Sword Dao; some still passed on by people, others lost to time through history's sieve.

But at this moment, every Sword Intent blossomed anew with glory!

Clearly, as Su Youyi wielded her sword devoid of any flamboyance, the deeper her understanding of the Sword Dao, the higher the pinnacle of these Sword Intents! And with her sword appearing alongside thousands of ghosts, all were of the Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator's peak prowess!

Watching the ghost horde that was like the abyss and the sea, now reduced to just a few hundred, Cen Zian's face turned extremely ugly.

These remaining ghosts were all generals among ghosts, the core of his own Ghostly Law Realm.

Having barely survived Su Youyi's strike, although all were wounded, they lived on, their faces filled with shock as they looked up at the figure in the sky akin to a Sword Dao Monarch with hesitation, not daring to move forward. They stared at Cen Zian with complex gazes.

A single sword's power made them realize the reality—they could not afford to provoke this woman.

These ghosts did not hail from Infinite Hell but were rather forged by Cen Zian through Exotic Treasures, absorbing the Lost Souls of millions of Cultivators, refining them over time. The more powerful the absorbed Lost Souls, the more of their spiritual wisdom could be retained.

In addition to the Divine Souls collected by Cen Zian, more powerful Lost Souls had been obtained from Ghost Path Daoist Practitioners and his own family's elders.

"Then let's try this move!"

Cen Zian clenched his teeth, his heart bleeding with pain. Those that Su Youyi's sword had annihilated were dearly important to him.

Although most were cannon fodder, they were painstakingly gathered by him. Transmuting a Cultivator's Lost Soul into a ghost was no easy feat, or rather extremely time-consuming. Su Youyi's sword had destroyed at least a century of his hard work!

Employing a strategy of overwhelming numbers to kill Su Youyi now seemed unlikely, but Cen Zian's arsenal was not limited to this alone.

"Ghostly chimes resound through the Senluo!"

Hundreds of bone gates rose from the filthy, marshy ground, and in the Abyss Demon Qi drifting sky, countless dark bells materialized centered around Su Youyi.

As the bone gates opened, myriad ghosts howled in unison, their vocal waves forming pendulums in mid-air, crashing directly onto the surfaces of the dark bells!

Dong——Dong——

Dong——Dong——

Thousands of large bells chimed in unison under the strikes of the ghostly hammers, the sound against all reason did not disperse in all directions but converged, rushing towards Su Youyi within the encirclement, the bell sounds morphing into streams of sound-dragons, shredding the Void to pieces wherever they passed!

Since Su Youyi's single stroke could produce thousands of swords, Cen Zian had no intention of letting the ghosts appear only to be sent to their deaths in vain, instead, employing Ghostly Sound Waves as his attack method, determined to crush Su Youyi alive!