This Is Not the Female Demon Lord I Remembered

Although a sense of strangeness arose persistently in her heart, Su Youyi's Lovesick sword in her hand did not cease, breaking through the Protective Array in front of Cen Zian as though slicing through bamboo, aiming straight for his face.

But just as the sword's edge was about to cleave Cen Zian in two, a similarly sharp sword light pierced through the Void, as deft as an antelope hanging its horns on a tree branch, a move of exquisite precision, precisely blocking Su Youyi's immensely powerful strike and saving Cen Zian.

"Huff… Ha… Huff... Ha…"

Cen Zian's heart, which had been in his throat, pounding like a drum, finally relaxed, and his pupils, shrunk to the size of rice grains, gradually began to dilate again.

With the anxiety lifted, Cen Zian started to gasp for air in great gulps, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

"Hmph hmph... Hahaha... Trying to kill me? Come, give it a try!"

Cen Zian laughed wildly and arrogantly into the sky, loudly taunting Su Youyi who was mere sword's length away.

In the distance, the three people from the Zen Sect watching the battle widened their eyes as if they had witnessed something incomprehensible.

Wei Ruo let out a low sigh. This counter-fate ghost with a face of haunting visage, already an unpredictable creature meeting the strong with strength and the weak with weakness, had achieved a notable battle feat and became famous in a single fight against Zuo Yongning. Now, it was given to this disciple as a life-saving treasure.

By now, Su Youyi's expression had turned extremely solemn, because the strike that the bizarrely large ghost used to block her attack was, astonishingly, identical to her own sword technique.

Moreover, Su Youyi had carefully observed that among the densely packed blank masks on the body of the strange ghost, one had seemingly materialized her own visage.

Although it was a face with closed eyes as if in slumber, Su Youyi was certain it was herself.

She had felt earlier the ghost's aura was strange, seemingly at the initial stage of the Seventh Realm, yet also like the Great Perfection of the Seventh Realm. But after the mask with Su Youyi's face had surfaced on the ghost's body, its aura settled at the initial stage of the Seventh Realm, exactly the same Realm as Su Youyi.

"What's... going on here?"

Su Youyi felt astonished, the sword technique from her opponent was all too familiar.

Be it the strength behind the strike, the habits in movement, or even the Sword Intent and understanding within, all were identical to her own, down to the smallest detail!

The large ghost that blocked Su Youyi's strike silently held two Spirit Swords in its hands, left and right, taking the initiative to meet Su Youyi's advance.

Carefully sensing the attacks from the large ghost, Su Youyi found that its way of wielding a sword and other such aspects truly seemed as if her own self was using them.

However, Su Youyi wasn't particularly anxious; there were more Sword Intents within her grasp than she could count. As long as the Time River did not cease, she could continuously search the Time River and incorporate countless Sword Intents into her own Emperor's Crown.

Su Youyi's fair wrist twisted, the sword technique in her hand suddenly changed, and the Sword Intent she wore transformed drastically from before, using exactly the move that could counteract the previous one.

But after another mask surfaced on the large ghost, featuring her own face, that set of Sword Intent was completely copied by the large ghost and used to confront Su Youyi herself.

Furthermore, Su Youyi discovered to her surprise, this large ghost was not simply replicating; it could also dissect the copied Sword Intent and sword techniques for use, as fluid and challenging to face as if Su Youyi herself were wielding them against an enemy.

After changing her Sword Intent several times, aside from the fact that the masks on the large ghost now featured a few more likenesses to Su Youyi, she didn't gain any advantage over this ghost.

Only by facing off against herself did Su Youyi realize how difficult she was to deal with.

Not to boast, but Su Youyi truly felt this was the most elusive Sword Cultivator she had come across in her lifetime, aside from her master and senior brothers.

Her master was unreasonably powerful in all aspects without justification, and her senior brother was an unrivaled genius without a sense of reason.

But this ghost, bearing the consciousness and understanding of her Sword Dao, was like a supreme Sword Cultivator who had insight into all her thoughts, leaving no opportunity to be overpowered.

Even though the Sword Techniques and Sword Intent it knew were fewer than hers, if Su Youyi did not defeat it in a short time, the ghost would eventually learn everything about her.

Constantly changing Sword Intent indeed allowed Su Youyi to suppress the ghost for a short time, yet the ghost could learn the Sword Intent and sword techniques she used in the next moment.

But not changing Sword Intent meant that Su Youyi was limiting herself, having to rely on only those Sword Intents known to the ghost for combat.

After Su Youyi stopped changing her Sword Intent, the masks on the ghost with her face began to appear much more slowly, yet as long as their battle did not cease, there would always be a moment when her face would emerge on the ghost's visage.

"Hmph hmph, don't assume the ghost face is merely capable of replicating…"

Cen Zian coldly snickered to himself, seeing Su Youyi stuck in a deadlock.

However, he didn't idle around, hurriedly taking some Spirit Pills from his ring to consume and healing his injuries.

The Countermarch Ghost Mask Lord shares a connection with him, and now he can't just abandon the Ghost Mask Lord to run off alone; otherwise, if he gets too far away, the Countermarch Ghost Mask Lord will stop fighting and start looking for him.

After all, the reason his master gave him this ghostly creature was to protect Cen Zian, so Cen Zian must now make the most of the time to heal his wounds and regain enough strength for another battle.

"This is going to be a bit difficult to deal with..."

Wei Ruo's beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly. She didn't know what would happen when the Countermarch Ghost Mask displayed Su Youyi's features completely, but it certainly wouldn't be anything good.

One should know that the battle that made the Countermarch Ghost Mask Lord famous for defeating someone stronger while being weaker involved making a complete copy of a Great Cultivator at the early stages of the Ninth Realm. The mask already outperformed the original by thirty percent when three-quarters lit up.

If it fully lights up, then the outcome would be hard to predict.

The Countermarch Ghost Mask Lord is a ghost created by Zuo Yongning, a Ninth Realm Ghost Cultivator, with several Origin of Law cores, combined with the Abyss Demon Fog. Due to its overwhelming ability, it was not granted spiritual wisdom, and only obeys orders, making it one of Zuo Yongning's prime creations from his past.

It could replicate cultivators at the early stages of the Ninth Realm, but when Zuo Yongning and Chen Hua clashed, Zuo Yongning, in a moment of folly, brought it out to copy Chen Hua.

Yet before the mask could light up, the whole Countermarch Ghost Mask Lord was almost cleaved in two by Chen Hua. Frightened, Zuo Yongning hurriedly retracted the Ghost Mask Lord and fled for his life.

It seems today that the Ghost Mask Lord has been repaired by Zuo Yongning and this treasured neither-ghost-nor-soldier item was bestowed upon his beloved disciple.

"Uncle Orange, please go help Sister Su, that thing is so eerie."

Yue Bai anxiously shook Uncle Orange's paw beside her. Even though she has fully recovered, her current strength would suffice against a typical initial stage Seventh Realm.

But the intensity of the battle between Su Youyi and the Ghost Mask Lord was almost on par with a fight between two Eighth Realm cultivators. To get involved in a battle at Su Youyi's level, Yue Bai still finds herself lacking.

Upon hearing Yue Bai's request, Uncle Orange looked up at Liang Yi wrapped in the Cliff Sword Intent and Si Feihang, whose energy was getting weaker by the moment. Yet, for Liang Yi to completely eradicate Si Feihang, a Seventh Realm Great Perfection cultivator, would still require some time.

At least, with the Sword Domain of Cliff surrounding him, Si Feihang had no chance of escaping.

But if Liang Yi were to remove the seal of the Cliff Sword Domain, no one knows what kind of trump card Si Feihang could have that would allow him to escape this place.

Uncle Orange frowned tightly; he was the only available combat force that could move, and he too wished to aid Su Youyi. However, he had another more urgent matter to handle.

Glancing at Wei Ruo, who was watching the events unfold, Uncle Orange had felt something odd from the start; there might not be anyone in the world who has a sharper sense for the Abyss Demon Qi than he does.

Yet now, he discovered that the one who should have the Abyss Demon Qi didn't, whereas someone who shouldn't have it secretly harbors it within. He remained motionless only to observe what was really going on with this woman.

However, given the urgency of the situation and considering the woman's recent actions and the anomalies he noticed, Uncle Orange couldn't help but gamble that this woman would not cause harm.

With that thought, Uncle Orange no longer hesitated. His figure instantly transformed into a fierce combat stance hundreds of feet tall, his Spiritual Power boiling inside him!

Seeing Uncle Orange take action, Yue Bai breathed a sigh of relief. She knew the depth of Uncle Orange's unfathomable strength. With his help, Sister Su would surely be all right.

The three from the Zen Sect felt a jolt in their hearts when they sensed the boiling aura emanating from Uncle Orange. They had not expected this seemingly lethargic and rumored to be in excellent relations with two individuals from the Taoist Sect - this Demon Clan Young Master to have already stepped into the Seventh Realm!

"Attack!"

At that moment, a thunderous shout came from within the Sword Domain of Cliff.

Both Yue Bai and the people from the Zen Sect's expressions changed drastically as they turned to look at Wei Ruo. It was Si Feihang's voice; could it be instructing this woman to take action?

Yet, Wei Ruo remained calm and unmoving, as if she had heard nothing at all, completely undisturbed.

"Roar!"

Uncle Orange roared to the sky, bending his legs to gather force, the air exploding with the sound. His form shot out like lightning.

But to Yue Bai's astonishment, Uncle Orange did not head directly towards the battlefield where Su Youyi was, as she had anticipated. Instead, he suddenly turned and charged towards the other direction!

He headed toward the three Zen Sect members not far in front of Wei Ruo!

This sudden shift stunned everyone present, leaving even Yue Bai momentarily at a loss.

Could it be that the person Si Feihang ordered to take action was Uncle Orange?