Chapter 14293 Demon
Chapter 14293 Demon
The person who arrived was none other than Ling Xiao.
Yang Xiong struggled to lift his head, his gaze unfocused, filled with endless bewilderment and confusion.
His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but it was extremely difficult because his body was dissipating so quickly: "This...is...what...attack..."
Before he could finish his question, his entire being, along with his clothes, jewelry, even his spirit, soul, and all traces of cause and effect in the world, vanished without a trace.
It was as if he had never existed in this world, leaving only silence and emptiness, making people sigh at the fragility and impermanence of life.
The sky was eerily silent, as if shrouded in an invisible, thick curtain, so quiet that not even a whisper of wind could be heard, creating an oppressive atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.
The remaining martial artists stood frozen in place, as if under a spell, like statues encased in ice.
Their eyes were filled with terror and despair, their minds blank, as if swept by a huge storm, all their thoughts shattered.
At this moment, they had even forgotten how to breathe. Their chests heaved violently, but they couldn't make a sound. They could only watch helplessly as everything happened before them, as if they were waiting for their fate to be decided.
One sword!
Just one sword!
That seemingly simple yet infinitely powerful sword strike, like the scythe of death, carried irresistible force and completely obliterated the seemingly invincible young master Yang Xiong, along with his indestructible defensive artifact, which was said to be able to withstand the full force of a Great Sun Realm expert.
The place where Yang Xiong disappeared left only an empty space, as if silently telling the story of that thrilling scene.
Ling Xiao didn't even glance at those people; his eyes were only on the injured Ji Mingkong in front of him.
He suddenly turned around, his figure moving like lightning, and in one step he was in front of Ji Mingkong.
His steps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to resonate with the hearts of the crowd, causing their hearts to beat faster involuntarily.
At this moment, Ji Mingkong had dissipated the Xuan Qi that had reversed its flow.
Her once stunningly beautiful face was now pale and transparent, like a sheet of paper as thin as a cicada's wing, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.
A trace of blood still lingered at the corner of her mouth, like a blooming spider lily, both alluring and tragically beautiful.
Its breath was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any moment, making one feel pity for it.
Seeing the pitiful state of the person in front of him, Ling Xiao felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, and the pain was so intense that he could hardly breathe.
His face was slightly contorted with extreme heartache and rage, and his originally resolute features now looked incredibly ferocious.
His eyes were bloodshot, as if burning with raging anger, and he exuded a terrifying killing intent that was as solid as ice, instantly freezing the surrounding air.
The God-Slaying Sword held in his hand seemed to sense its master's emotions, emitting bursts of extremely angry buzzing.
The buzzing sound, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, made the surrounding air tremble.
The sword's blade glowed with a ferocious intensity, like a burning flame, yearning to drink blood, as if proclaiming its rage and murderous intent to the world.
Ji Mingkong forced out a comforting smile, a weak and feeble smile, yet like a ray of dawn in the darkness, warming Ling Xiao's heart.
Her voice was barely audible, as if a gentle breeze could dissipate it: "I...I'm fine."
Ling Xiao suddenly turned around, his movements as fast as lightning, making it almost impossible to see his figure.
boom! ! !
A terrifying, violent, and destructive crimson light erupted from his body without warning.
The light erupted like a volcano, surging and soaring into the sky, turning the surrounding sky into a terrifying sea of blood.
The sea of blood churned and surged, emitting low roars, as if demons from hell were howling.
Wherever the light touched, space was torn apart with tiny cracks, as if the end of the world was imminent.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the chilling change suddenly occurred.
His once jet-black and lustrous hair turned blood red at a speed visible to the naked eye and shocking to the eye, as if it had been completely soaked in blood.
Each strand of hair was like a burning flame, dancing wildly without wind, exuding a chilling and eerie aura.
At the same time, his eyes, which were originally as deep as an abyss and seemed to contain endless stars, were completely swallowed up by the surging blood.
The crimson flames, almost tangible, burned fiercely in his eyes, leaving only the most primal and insane bloodlust. It was as if everything in the world was nothing but lambs to the slaughter in his eyes, and only killing could quell the volcanic violence erupting within him.
With this terrifying change, his full power erupted without reservation!
A powerful, world-destroying aura surged forth from his body, sweeping outwards like a raging tide.
Wherever it passed, space itself was distorted and deformed, as if it could not withstand this terrifying power.
A terrifying demonic image suddenly appeared behind him!
The demon god's form was incredibly tall, several meters high, surrounded by raging crimson flames, radiating a chilling aura.
Its face was ferocious and terrifying, its eyes like burning suns, radiating endless ferocity; its limbs were thick and powerful, as if they could easily tear the heavens and the earth apart; its body was covered with mysterious runes, shimmering with a ghostly green light, as if containing endless mysteries and power.
He also summoned the Bloodthirsty Blade using a mysterious technique.
The moment the bloodthirsty blade was drawn, it emitted a sharp whistling sound, as if it were a summons from hell.
The blade gleamed with a blood-red light, as if it had just been pulled from blood, and exuded a nauseatingly bloody stench.
At this moment, he held the God-Slaying Sword and carried the Bloodthirsty Blade on his shoulder. The sword and blade complemented each other, making him resemble a demon god emerging from a blood-red abyss. He exuded endless killing intent and an aura of destruction, causing the entire world to tremble.
Ling Xiao's blood-red pupils instantly locked onto the group of terrified martial artists in the distance.
Those martial artists had initially clung to a sliver of hope, attempting to find a way to survive this terrifying disaster, but when they sensed Ling Xiao's palpable killing intent, they were instantly terrified.
Ling Xiao's gaze finally settled on Luo Qianchen, who was trying to quietly retreat. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cruel and ferocious smile. His voice was hoarse and menacing, like a demon crawling out of hell: "Die!"
These two words alone seemed to carry a murderous intent as heavy as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The killing intent was like solid ice, instantly freezing the surrounding air and making everyone present feel the approach of death.
