Chapter 1085 - 562: New Grudges and Old Hatreds (Part 1)

Chapter 1085: Chapter 562: New Grudges and Old Hatreds (Part 1)

Outer Realm starry sky, dark and lightless, this forgotten planet is enveloped in extreme oppression.

As Chen Qingxuan, Feng Yi, Feng Wuheng, and Li Mu appeared, they immediately sensed hostility all around. The planet’s surface was covered with ravines and ruins, evidently remnants of countless battles and destruction.

A chilling wind blew through the ruins, carrying a strong Ghost Qi and decaying aura. The surrounding space began to distort as shadows emerged from the Void, appearing as three Demon Abyss Daoist Monarchs, leading an army of Integration Demon Cultivators that surrounded them completely.

The three Demon Abyss Daoist Monarchs each had distinct forms, apparently being the commanders of the Blood Demon Race, Demon Dragon Race, and Ghost Race.

The Daoist Monarch of the Blood Demon Race was tall and stalwart, draped in a blood-red robe that fluttered in the absence of wind, seemingly surrounded by invisible flames. His face was hidden under the shadow of his hood, revealing only eyes that glowed with a monstrous red light, like two blood lanterns in the abyss, exuding endless greed and a desire for slaughter. His hands were slender and pale, his body suffused with a crimson Blood Essence Power.

The Daoist Monarch of the Demon Dragon Race was a giant clad in Black Armor with intricate dragon patterns carved into it, as if embodying a True Dragon, exuding an unassailable majesty. A pair of emerald vertical pupils shone like two brilliant gems, radiating a chilling and tyrannical air. He wielded a massive dragon-shaped long spear, its tip gleaming coldly, emitting a sharp, fearsome aura.

Luo Yan of the Ghost Race Daoist Monarch glared viciously at Feng Wuheng and the others with eyes full of murderous intent, as if eager to pounce and devour them.

"Luo the Lame, you’ve truly disgraced yourself, being followed here without even realizing it?"

The man in black Demon Armor cast a disdainful glance at Ghost Race Domain Master Luo Yan, teasing mockingly.

"You Yuan, save your breath. If you’ve got the guts, kill them!" Luo Yan retorted angrily, his tone mixed with resentment and anger, the black mist around him growing denser.

At these words, the Black Armor man grinned widely, his emerald vertical pupils fixed fiercely on Chen Qingxuan and the others, his smile full of amusement and scorn: "Your taunts won’t work on me. But since you said so, let’s indulge them a bit."

As soon as he finished, the Black Armor man—You Yuan—sprang into action, like a black lightning bolt charging toward the four, his black spear slicing through the air, aiming straight for Chen Qingxuan’s chest.

Chen Qingxuan’s eyes sharpened, his Geng Metal Longsword blocking across his chest, its Sword Aura shining like a practice swing, colliding with You Yuan’s black spear, exploding into dazzling sparks.

"Boom!" With a loud crash, Chen Qingxuan was sent flying backward, retreating for several miles before stabilizing his form, floating in the Void, eyes flickering with a grave expression.

"Junior Brother Chen!" Feng Yi roared, the Cyan Kite Dao Sword tracing a lightning trajectory through the sky, rushing to support.

Simultaneously, Feng Wuheng transformed into a breeze, moving behind You Yuan.

The other two Domain Masters of the Demon Abyss tribes wouldn’t let them succeed, striking consecutively.

The Blood Demon Daoist Monarch snorted coldly, his blood-red robe swirling without wind, a powerful Blood Essence Power surging from his body, transforming into countless Blood Hands, clawing at Feng Yi and Feng Wuheng.

Luo Yan followed closely, a harshness flashing in his emerald eyes, unfolding his hands, the surrounding black mist seemingly coming to life, morphing into terrifying ghostly shadows, pouncing toward the four. The ghosts howled in the air, emitting piercing screeches, attempting to psychologically devastate the quartet.

Quickly, Chen Qingxuan, Feng Yi, Feng Wuheng clashed fiercely with the Domain Masters of the three Demon Abyss tribes, where the Sword Domain and Dao Realm of the Mahayana Daoist Monarchs collided fiercely.

In the Dark Star Realm, sword light and Demon Qi intertwined into a breathtaking spectacle. Chen Qingxuan, Feng Yi, Feng Wuheng, all Mahayana Sword Cultivators, each showcased extraordinary Sword Dao Cultivation, engaging in a life-and-death struggle with the commanders of the Demon Abyss tribes.

Chen Qingxuan moved gracefully, the Geng Metal Longsword in his hand seemingly alive, each strike accompanied by the roaring sword cries, continuously clashing with You Yuan’s spear, violently colliding. He exhibited a Golden Armor, unleashing endless Power of the Golden Essence, combining with his Golden Essence Sword Realm, nullifying You Yuan’s assaults one by one, gradually gaining the upper hand. The Golden Armor not only possessed astounding defense but also, as Sword Aura surged, enhanced by myriad strands of Golden Essence, making Chen Qingxuan’s Sword Techniques peerlessly sharp.

However, the Demon Dragon Race, with strong physical bodies and rapid recovery, their black scale armor was indestructible. The Demon Dragon Daoist Monarch clad in Black Armor, wielding a dragon-shaped long spear, each swing accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, as if a True Dragon had descended, supremely domineering. Utilizing his strong physical body and weapon advantage, he launched ferocious counterattacks against Chen Qingxuan, fearless of harm.

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Feng Yi was embroiled in an intense battle with the Blood Demon Daoist Monarch, the Cyan Kite Dao Sword manifesting a nimble Cyan Kite, clad in Cyan Armor, surrounded by threads of azure wind, contrasting sharply with the Blood Demon Daoist Monarch’s surging Blood Essence Power. Each sword dance was like a cyan tornado, shredding the Blood Demon Daoist Monarch’s Blood Hands one by one while cleverly deploying the Cyan Armor’s protection to dissolve the Blood Demon Daoist Monarch’s attacks into the void.

The Cyan Kite Dao Sword further demonstrated its unique spiritual quality, at times transforming into an arrow traversing the Sea of Blood, at times soaring as a Giant Eagle, delivering unexpected blows to the Blood Demon Daoist Monarch. However, the Blood Demon Daoist Monarch’s methods were exceedingly devious, merging into the Sea of Blood, his Blood Sea Dao Realm endlessly spawning avatars.