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The Demon Lord finally regained his strength. Although his wounds had not yet healed, as long as he continuously absorbed the essence of demons, he could temporarily preserve his name.
"How pathetic! You’ve even eaten your last loyal lackey!" Suddenly, a voice emerged from the darkness, and a figure gradually stepped out.
The Demon Lord focused his gaze and was shocked to see Xiang Xueer. His anger surged: "You little girl, how dare you show up? Just in time; I won't have to hunt you down!"
Xiang Xueer raised her head and laughed arrogantly, but her expression quickly darkened: "Demon Dragon, that should be my line. You dared to kill my best friend, and today I will kill you to avenge her."
"Demon Dragon?" The Demon Lord glared at Xiang Xueer with a fierce look. She sneered: "Oh, I almost forgot. Ever since I took you down, this demon realm has been mine. Now I am the Demon Lord."
"What?" The Demon Lord was astonished; he had been hiding to heal and was unaware of this development. In just two days, the demon realm had changed hands.
With new grudges added to old ones, both sides were already at odds. If they didn't fight to the death today, they would never back down. The two opposing Killing Intents began to boil.
One was determined to reclaim the title of Demon Lord, while the other sought revenge for a fallen friend. In an instant, Heaven and Earth Shattered.
The battle raged on for three days and nights without pause. Beasts within a hundred miles began to flee in terror; just hearing the sounds was enough to make them tremble.
At this moment, three figures were approaching from a distance: Duck, Gunaara, and Qingtian sensed the upheaval in the demon realm and saw beasts fleeing everywhere.
Duck looked up at the distant purple swirling clouds and immediately recognized the technique, shouting urgently: "Look! That’s the Demon Lord's Purple Thunder Nine Strikes!"
Qingtian looked up as well; it wasn’t just Purple Thunder Nine Strikes. The entire sky was lit with flames, clearly showing Xiang Xueer's Red Lotus Soul Locking Sword technique. The purple and red blended together, painting the sky crimson.
"Master is over there!" Gunaara, with keen eyes, pointed towards the southern sky where Xiang Xueer stood on the back of Taotie, entangled with the Demon Lord.
Indeed, Shirley had followed the Demon Lord here. However, wasn't she injured? It had been three days; how could she still be so formidable? It seemed that both sides were evenly matched.
Duck anxiously jumped in place, pulling Qingtian as they rushed forward, "Stop talking, you should hurry up and help!"
It was easier said than done; it was indeed difficult to intervene in a battle between two masters. When Qingtian reached the front, he realized that Xiang Xueer was glaring with fury, her expression intensely focused. In her eyes, there was only the Demon Lord as an enemy, completely unaware of their arrival.
It wasn't until the Demon Lord glanced at Qingtian and the others that Xiang Xueer reacted. Turning her head, she saw that it was Qingtian, Duck, and Gunaara. She wondered why these guys had come. Where was Li Yunyang?
Before she could think further, the Demon Lord launched a fierce attack. However, after a few moves, his actions gradually slowed down. Three days had passed, and to survive, he had to absorb the essence of demons every three days.
Seeing his wounds starting to fester again, the Demon Lord had no choice but to endure and temporarily retreat. Xiang Xueer immediately chased after him, shouting, "Don't think you can escape! Qingtian, block him!"
Having finally found his trail, if he got away now, it would be even harder to catch him next time. Upon hearing Xiang Xueer's shout, Lan Ran Qingtian leaped forward and used a flash step to block the Demon Lord's path.
"Get lost, you little brat!" The Demon Lord was cornered. With Xiang Xueer and Qingtian finally teaming up against him, escaping from their combined assault was not an easy task.
A new round of offense and defense began again. The Demon Lord started to feel discomfort in his body; even his strength weakened. Gradually, he found himself in a passive position.
Suddenly, a red flame flashed across the sky, followed by a figure descending from above and landing behind the Demon Lord. It was Feng Qingyang, wielding the White Beard Sword, who pierced the Demon Lord with a chilling strike.
The Demon Lord looked down at the sword embedded in his chest in shock and turned his head to see Feng Qingyang behind him, his face darkening as he roared in anger, "Feng Qingyang, you scoundrel!"
"Hmph! Die!" Feng Qingyang twisted the blade and prepared to pull it out from his heart. However, the Demon Lord finally became furious; with a turn of his body and a swirl of dark clouds beneath him, he transformed into a giant black dragon that coiled upward.
Xiang Xueer looked up in astonishment at the sky; she hadn't expected the Demon Lord to reveal his true form. However, this size was simply too large. Feng Qingyang frowned but hadn't reacted yet when he found himself suspended in mid-air beneath its feet.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that the black dragon's tail tightly coiled around him; just the spikes on that tail were as long as an arm and glimmered with a cold light.
"Be careful!" Xiang Xueer saw the Demon Dragon throw Feng Qingyang into the air and hurriedly warned him, but it was already too late. In just a few moments, Feng Qingyang was immobilized.
In front of this ancient Demon Dragon, humans appeared so small and helpless. Giant spikes pierced his body, and blood gushed from Feng Qingyang's mouth. He let out a roar; how could the first of the Holy Ten Exorcists allow this beast to toy with him?
"Ah!" With his last breath, Feng Qingyang exerted all his strength. With a series of cracking sounds, the Demon Lord's Dragon Tail was actually shattered by him, and a massive severed tail fell to the ground, creating a large pit in the surface.
Immediately after, Feng Qingyang fell from the sky. The Qilin Beast rushed over to catch him and landed on the ground. Xiang Xueer and Qingtian quickly approached, seeing multiple wounds on him, all in vital areas.
"Don't worry about me; kill the Demon Dragon first!" Feng Qingyang shouted through the intense pain at the two of them. Xiang Xueer glanced up at the sky; the severed Dragon Tail's Demon Lord was trying to escape. She exchanged a look with Qingtian and swiftly pursued.
At that moment, Li Yunyang and Lian Cheng Xue also arrived, having heard the commotion from afar. With the enormous Demon Dragon around, it was hard not to notice them.
Seeing their master so severely injured and on the brink of death, they rushed over anxiously. "Master, how are you? What happened?"
Feng Qingyang struggled to keep his eyes open; he would not close them until he saw that Demon Lord dead. Duck and Gunaara also arrived: "Your master was injured by the Demon Lord!"
Li Yunyang helped his master sit up while they quickly began to channel their energy to heal him. He raised his hand to stop them: "No need; I know my injuries well enough. There's no need to waste your energy."
"Master!" Li Yunyang's tears flowed continuously. Over these twenty years, his master had treated him like his own son. Without him, he might have lived a life as savage as a wolf, and for him, his master was like a father—a towering figure in his heart.
This beast wanted to escape; it wouldn't be that easy. Xiang Xueer swung her Azure Wind Sword fiercely against the dragon's back several times, but its scales were like shields and couldn't be harmed at all. With a leap, she jumped onto the dragon's head, grabbing its Dragon Horns in an attempt to take control of it.
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