On the arena, no cultivators dared to step forward to challenge Chi Ya, who stood holding the Kun Yuan Sword. Bei Gong Ping, acting as the host, instinctively glanced toward the Purple Mansion Holy Maiden before loudly announcing, “Fellow Daoists, if no one steps forward to challenge, then Chi Ya shall—”
Bei Gong Ping intentionally slowed his tone, his peripheral vision fixed on Qiao San, who had remained inactive. As he spoke slowly, word by word, the tension in the crowd grew tighter and tighter. Those with sharp minds realized that the true climax was finally arriving.
Sure enough, before Bei Gong Ping could finish his sentence, a fierce gust of wind engulfed the imperial plaza, and a blinding red light descended from the sky.
This red light—definitely not normal—surged violently, instantly filling hundreds of zhang of space, before suddenly contracting inward, revealing a fiery figure standing like a god of slaughter in the center.
“A, Da Gan San?!” Shocked cries erupted from the crowd. Looking sideways, people noticed that the “Qiao San” seated among them had transformed into a piece of wood.
Only then did the crowd realize what had happened, yet their confusion deepened—why would the demon, having already escaped using an illusion technique, return?! And furthermore…
Not only were the cultivators bewildered, even Yu Shan, who had been prepared, revealed a flicker of surprise in her long, narrow eyes, soon followed by boundless joy.
The man was still the same familiar figure, yet anyone who had dealt with Da Gan San before would find this version strangely unfamiliar.
Amid the eager anticipation of the crowd, the man finally turned around slowly—inch by inch, piece by piece—the crowd gradually beheld the transformed Pipi San (Brazen San).
“A!” A series of shrieks hovered on the edge of their lips. Everyone’s eyes widened in terror, staring at the transformed Pipi San now standing on the stage.
Still the same handsome, ruggedly masculine face, still dressed casually and slovenly in short martial attire, the only difference was the blood-red mark now glowing between Qiao San’s eyebrows—an ominous, flame-like crimson seal exuding endless malevolence!
A demon—this rogue had become a demon, a true demon!
“Dragon Lady, look…” Xuan Nu quietly appeared beside Long Mu, her elegantly carved face flashing a trace of solemnity. With a flick of her eyes, two silent beams of light shot toward the strange crimson mark.
“He has succumbed to demonic influence—the Ten Yin Devil Pearl is about to wreak havoc across the Three Realms!” Long Mu sighed, unsurprised. Based on Qiao San’s recent actions, in the eyes of the heavenly immortals, he was already no different from a demon.
“If the Ten Yang Pearl turns demonic, what should we do?” Thinking of the miraculous power of the Ten Yang Pearl, Xuan Nu couldn’t help but feel emotional disturbance, momentarily losing the calm of her Su Nu cultivation technique.
“Rest assured, Heaven will find a way! Our priority now is to return the Xuan Fire Pill to Zi Fu Mountain as soon as possible. Let’s avoid unnecessary complications for now!”
At that moment, the demon-possessed Da Gan San strode directly toward Chen Yuan Shao Zun, speaking slowly, each word seeming to echo from the depths of hell.
“Are—you—Chi Ya?!”
Chi Ya’s heart jolted, but the prestige of being the Heir of Chen Yuan instantly suppressed his fear. Rather than retreating, he arrogantly shot back, “This young master is Chi Ya. Demon scum—state your name! Kun Yuan Sword does not slay nameless foes!”
“Damn it!” Unable to contain his surging rage any longer, standing face to face with his enemy, Qiao San no longer wished for pretense. Though he knew he should wait for the right moment, he roared furiously at the height of tension.
To the eyes of ordinary people, Qiao San still stood in place, but his true form had already flown above Chi Ya, delivering a deadly punch downward. Chi Ya, though filled with pride, couldn’t help but feel a chill—Da Gan San’s reputation was formidable enough that the Heir of Chen Yuan immediately unleashed his full strength.
A yellow talisman soared into the air amid incantations, radiating light that formed a phantom defensive barrier directly in front of Qiao San’s fist.
“Bang!” The talisman shattered into fragments, and Pipi San’s fierce attack collapsed.
Chi Ya was momentarily surprised, not expecting his opponent’s power to be this weak, leaving him without the need to use the next two talismans.
A wave of disdain and killing intent surged forth. Before Pipi San could launch his second strike, Chi Ya had already kicked out—a strike invisible and formless, landing squarely on the demon’s chest, sending Qiao San flying skyward.
“Ha, ha…” Chi Ya threw his head back in laughter. This feared demon, spoken of in hushed tones by the masses, had fallen in less than three moves—how could Chi Ya not feel exhilarated? “Demon! Today, this young master shall rid the world of evil!”
Chi Ya shot into the sky, chasing the falling Qiao San. With a thought, the Kun Yuan Sword flew into his hand.
The watching crowd erupted in cheers, but a few cultivators, especially Long Mu and Xuan Nu, exchanged puzzled glances. Given Pipi San’s cultivation power, though it might not surpass Chi Ya, who wielded the Tai Xu Divine Weapon, it shouldn’t be this weak. Chi Ya’s victory seemed too easy.
Too easy? Ah, no good!
A sense of foreboding flashed through Long Mu’s mind. Her round, luminous eyes caught the faint smirk curling at the corner of Princess Yu Shan’s lips.
Feng and Yu, two of the greatest cultivators in the human realm, rushed to warn, “Young Master, beware of deception!”
“A—” A scream echoed through the air in response, halting Feng and Yu mid-air as they leapt from their seats.
(+Qis+) Strange indeed is fate. The experts had assumed the demon was plotting a trick, but unexpectedly, Chi Ya had actually pierced his opponent through with a single sword strike. Victory was now unquestionable.
(+Shu+) “Ah…too late!” At this moment, Long Mu closed her eyes heavily, her mysterious sigh leaving everyone puzzled—why would the Ruler of the Four Seas sigh over a demon?!
(+Wang+) The truth unfolded in an instant. The sky darkened with strange omens, and the two Immortal-ranked Feng and Yu cultivators were once again thrown into terror.
Chi Ya’s sword pierced straight through Qiao San’s heart. The righteous swordsman couldn’t help but smile triumphantly. Twisting his wrist, he prepared to tear the demon apart, fully displaying his heroic prowess.
A snort of rage erupted from Qiao San’s nose. Before the Kun Yuan Sword could change direction, he suddenly lunged forward, sliding along the blade toward the hilt, straight into Chi Ya’s arms. The sword sliced through his body, blood gushed forth, and unbearable pain pierced his bones… Yet none of this could stop the flames of vengeance.
Outnumbered and outmatched, to kill his enemy, he could only rely on the miraculous power of the Ten Yang Body.
Lightning danced at Qiao San’s fingertips. Almost at the exact moment the sword buried itself in his chest, while his enemy believed the battle was over, his electrified claw locked onto Chi Ya’s throat.
Chi Ya, having been pampered since childhood, had never experienced the harshness of the mortal world. He had never imagined that someone would fight with such reckless, suicidal ferocity!
Paralyzed with shock, Chi Ya could only grasp the sword hilt, managing only half a cry before his vital point fell into the rogue’s grip. His protective magic shattered instantly beneath the overwhelming surge of lightning.
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