Chapter 13970 Seeking Death
Chapter 13970 Seeking Death
The ground could not withstand the enormous pressure, cracking open like a spider web, and smoke and dust filled the air, blotting out the sun.
However, just when everyone thought the young demon king would be completely swallowed up by the oppressive power of the holy light, he simply extended a single index finger.
A cold glint appeared on his fingertips, like a shooting star piercing the night, carrying an indomitable momentum.
With a "whoosh," the cold light, like a sharp blade, instantly cleaved the holy light in two.
After the holy light was severed, the aftershocks swept across the sky, carving out a bottomless spatial rift.
From within the crack, the roar of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword's demonic soul faintly echoed. The roar seemed to come from another world, filled with endless evil and power, making everyone present feel terrified.
"You are the descendant of the demon king, the Sea Demon King?!"
The Holy Temple Ancestor's voice, which was originally as steady as a mountain, suddenly rose in pitch, filled with uncontrollable shock and panic, and he cried out in alarm.
In an instant, the holy light surrounding him surged violently like a lake stirred by a storm, its light flickering and seemingly about to go out of control.
The image of the brutal war between demons and humans a thousand years ago involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
At that time, the demon king, the Sea Demon King, was like a god of death who came out of hell. With just one claw, he tore the carefully arranged magic array of three thousand temples to shreds.
Each of those magic arrays embodies the hard work and spiritual power of countless disciples of the Holy Temple, yet in front of the old demon king, they are as fragile as paper.
At this moment, the demonic aura emanating from the young man before them resonated faintly with the aura of the legendary old demon king.
That demonic intent was like a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for ten thousand years awakening, carrying a world-destroying pressure that even made the Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword tremble slightly.
The black blood that had seeped from the nine demonic eyes on the sword's spine had now strangely transformed into silvery-white sword intent, wisps and strands, dreamlike and illusory, yet containing a chilling power.
The boy, however, was dismissive of the Holy Temple Ancestor's shock and ignored his exaggerated reaction.
He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand, a hint of curiosity and inquiry in his eyes.
Then, he slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing the dark purple magic runes on the sword.
Those originally hideous and twisted demonic runes, which seemed to contain endless evil, suddenly seemed to be infused with new life when touched by the boy's fingertips, and lit up with soft silver light.
The silver light, like a nimble snake, transformed into streams of light, burrowing into the boy's palm from his fingertips and disappearing.
Just then, a fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the Holy Ancestor. He suddenly roared, and his body shone with holy light, transforming into a dazzling golden light that shot towards the boy like an arrow.
His ten golden claws gleamed with a cold light, aiming straight for the girl's back. Each claw contained powerful spiritual energy, and the air was torn apart wherever the claw wind passed, creating holy ripples.
The ripples in the air faintly formed the light patterns of "Give me back my sword," as if it were the angry shout of the Holy Ancestor, carrying an unquestionable majesty.
"Seek death."
The boy's lips curled up slightly, revealing a mocking smile. Without turning his head, he gripped the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword tightly in his other hand.
His movements seemed casual, yet they exuded a calm and confident air.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a sword's cry that pierced through metal and split rocks, like a thunderclap that instantly tore through the sky.
The sword's cry was sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate one's soul, causing everyone present to feel a pang of fear.
Everyone instinctively looked up, only to see the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in the boy's hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling silver light.
The silver light, like a surging tide, instantly engulfed everything around it.
The demonic energy that had lingered on the sword for millennia seemed to be nourished, surging wildly and emitting low roars.
At this moment, the nine demonic eyes on the sword's spine erupted simultaneously, transforming into nine pure demonic intents, like nine black dragons soaring into the sky.
The next second, a silver light streaked across the void like a bolt of lightning, carrying unparalleled speed and power, and slashed fiercely towards the Holy Temple Ancestor.
The ancestor's figure suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if he were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.
The holy light surrounding him flowed away rapidly like sand in an hourglass, and his originally solid body became as transparent as a cicada's wing, as if it would dissipate into the air at any moment.
Before the shock on his face could fade, he transformed into specks of golden light and vanished into the wind, leaving behind only a roar of resentment: "Remnants of demons... I will surely wipe you out!"
The sound echoed in the air, lingering for a long time, but it could not change his fate of failure.
The entire battlefield fell into a suffocating silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The air was thick with tension and astonishment, as if time itself had frozen.
No one could have predicted that the Holy Temple Ancestor, renowned throughout the Great Town Dynasty and with a far-reaching reputation, would be forced back by this seemingly young boy wielding the demonic weapon Black Sky Sword with just one strike!
The sword light was like a bolt of lightning slicing through the darkness, carrying unparalleled power that chilled everyone to the bone.
Even more strangely, the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword trembled slightly in the boy's hand, as if a ferocious beast had been awakened, excitedly emitting a low roar.
The dark purple demonic patterns on the sword's blade had now become even blacker, like a deep night sky, radiating an even stronger demonic aura.
The demonic aura spread out as if it were a tangible force, distorting the surrounding space and instilling fear in people.
The boy withdrew his sharp, hawk-like gaze and slowly swept it across the entire arena.
His eyes were cold and indifferent, as if nothing in the world could catch his eye.
Finally, his gaze settled on the group of powerful figures in mid-air, their faces ashen.
Those powerful figures, who were usually majestic and arrogant, were now trembling like lambs to the slaughter under the gaze of the young man.
The young man spoke softly, uttering a single, cold word: "Kill."
The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying endless killing intent, making everyone present feel a chill run from the soles of their feet to their heads.
"Follow the order!"
Several figures in black robes suddenly appeared behind the boy, appearing silently like ghosts.
Each of them exuded a terrifying pressure that made even Cangyue Realm experts tremble. That pressure was as heavy as a mountain, making it hard for people to breathe.
They shot towards Gun King Sikong Xuan, Sword King Bai Qiuchi, and the others like arrows released from a bow, their speed dazzling.
In an instant, sword light, spiritual energy, and lightning intertwined in mid-air, forming a magnificent yet terrifying scene.
The sword light flashed, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky; spiritual energy surged, like a howling wind; thunder and fire intertwined, like a dragon churning.
The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword floated gently in the girl's palm, as if it had its own consciousness.
