Chapter 14452 Stubborn
Chapter 14452 Stubborn
The Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord continued, "Ling Xiao's strength far exceeds our imagination. In your current state, you are no match for him at all."
He concluded by saying, "Only by bringing out that master from your Holy Flame Sect who is in seclusion can we possibly have a chance to compete with Ling Xiao."
Demon Flame's body trembled slightly, as if struck by lightning.
He remained silent for a moment, his mind filled with countless thoughts.
He knew that what the Heavenly Abyss Saint Lord said was true, and that he was indeed no match for Ling Xiao.
But he was unwilling to admit defeat so easily.
Finally, he turned his bloodshot eyes back to Ling Xiao, his gaze filled with hatred and defiance, and gritted his teeth, saying, "I refuse to accept defeat at your hands! I..."
Before he finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, a glint like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, instantly illuminating the entire battlefield.
His body moved without warning, like a ghost, at a speed that was dazzling.
Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and Ling Xiao had already disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of Mo Yan.
This time, Ling Xiao did not choose to use the demonic sword that terrified countless people.
His posture was as upright as a pine tree. He took a simple step, and his steps seemed light and casual, yet they seemed to contain the ultimate truth of the universe.
The person moved like a ghost, closing in on Mo Yan within three feet. The speed was so fast that Mo Yan's pupils contracted instantly, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.
Ling Xiao clenched his right fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force, as if he were concentrating all the strength in his body into this one punch.
In an instant, a desolate, deathly, and terrifying fist intent, seemingly capable of shattering all the worlds, suddenly erupted!
This fist intent had no dazzling light, no deafening roar, but it was like a primordial beast that had been sleeping for ten thousand years suddenly awakening, carrying an invisible, soul-chilling wave of destruction.
Centered on his fist, the shockwave spread wildly outwards like a surging tide, compressing the air and creating a sharp whistling sound wherever it passed.
Evil Dragon Breaking Boundary Fist!
This punch was a peerless divine power that Ling Xiao had comprehended from an ancient manual after experiencing countless life-and-death trials.
Wherever the fist struck, the space within a radius of several thousand feet seemed unable to withstand the terrifying power, groaning in unbearable agony.
The sound was like the wail of a dying man, sending chills down one's spine.
The earth seemed to be kneaded and grotesquely shaped by an invisible giant hand, undulating and cracking like waves, with huge fissures spreading out like a spider web, their depths unfathomable.
The distant mountain shadows twisted violently, as if being violently twisted by an invisible hand. Boulders on the peaks tumbled down, raising clouds of dust, as if they were about to collapse completely and utterly destroy this world.
Demon Flame's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints. The deadly sense of crisis was like ice water poured over his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end, each one seemingly telling a story of fear.
He knew that if that punch landed on him, he would be shattered to pieces and his soul would be scattered.
He roared, his voice filled with despair and resentment, as if he wanted to vent all the fear in his heart.
No longer caring about anything else, Demon Flame's cultivation at the Great Sun Realm erupted in full force, like a volcanic eruption, with surging power gushing out from his body.
A phantom of a flaming spear, solidified and wreathed in piercing cold, shot out from between his brows. Its light was like a shooting star in the night sky, dazzling yet deadly.
This is his innate divine power, which he has cultivated for many years—the Blazing Soul Spear!
This spear was created by him through countless life-or-death battles, perfectly fusing his own fire power and soul power, and contains his life's blood, sweat, and tears and his cultivation.
The spear shot out like a dragon, carrying an indomitable momentum and a scorching heat that seemed to burn everything in the world to ashes.
Wherever the flaming spear passed, the air was ignited, forming waves of scorching fire that pierced straight at Ling Xiao's seemingly ordinary fist.
Demon Flame secretly vowed to defeat Ling Xiao completely in this attack and regain his lost dignity.
boom--! ! !
The sound was like a thunderclap suddenly exploding in the sky, the enormous roar seemingly about to shatter the entire world.
The sound rolled in, carrying a destructive force that made the eardrums of the onlookers ache. Many people instinctively covered their ears, their faces showing pain.
The moment the flames collided with the force of the fist, time seemed to freeze.
The Blazing Soul Spear, which embodies the Demon Flame's lifelong cultivation, is engulfed in flames, radiating a scorching and terrifying aura, as if it could incinerate everything in the world.
However, it appeared so fragile in the face of Ling Xiao's seemingly ordinary fist, which actually contained the power to destroy the world.
Starting from the tip of the spear, the Blazing Soul Spear was crushed and disintegrated inch by inch by an invisible force.
The originally blazing flames, upon contact with the fist's force, were instantly frozen, turning into countless ice crystals that fluttered down, shimmering in the sunlight yet exuding a chilling stillness.
Immediately afterwards, that irresistible destructive fist force, like a raging sea, slammed into the Demon Flame with overwhelming force.
This punch seemed to come from another world, carrying an endless intent to destroy everything that stood in its way.
"Crack...knock..."
The sickening sound of bones cracking rang out in rapid succession, as if the Grim Reaper was tolling his death knell.
The protective aura of the demonic flames, the powerful barrier that he had regarded as his last line of defense, shattered instantly like paper under the impact of the fist, turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.
His robes were instantly reduced to ashes and vanished without a trace under the onslaught of the fist's force.
His once powerful body was now like porcelain struck by a heavy hammer, with countless spiderweb-like cracks appearing on it. Blood gushed from those cracks, staining his body red.
He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing a long arc in the air and scattering a trail of tragic blood.
The bloodstains, illuminated by the sunlight, appeared particularly glaring, as if symbolizing his rapidly passing life.
After flying hundreds of feet, Demon Flame barely managed to steady himself and knelt on one knee.
His body swayed as if a gentle breeze could knock him over.
He coughed violently, each cough spurting fragments of his internal organs from his mouth, which fell to the ground in a horrifying sight.
He looked down at his body, which was once strong and healthy but was now covered in cracks, like a shattered map, each crack seemingly telling the story of the immense pain he had just suffered.
The vital energy in my body is rapidly draining away, like a flood bursting its banks, completely out of control.
