Translator: CinderTL
"Young Master Ji Yin, are you truly concerned about this king?" King Lu Yao glanced at Song Wen beside her, a seductive glint flickering in her serpentine eyes. "Why don't you submit to me? If you do, I won't take you back to my clan. Instead, I'll grant you a blessed land for your cultivation."
Song Wen's face showed surprise.
In this life-or-death situation, she still has the mind to think about keeping me as her pampered consort?
Is she truly so lustful?
"Master King Lu Yao, let's eliminate Yuanrong, our greatest enemy, first. We can discuss other matters later."
"Yuanrong is at the end of his rope. He can't maintain this state for long. If we just handle him carefully, his death will be inevitable," King Lu Yao said dismissively.
Yet even as she spoke to Song Wen, she continued to fully control the Thousand-Zhang Stone Statue.
The two Willow Serpents on the statue swung their four fists, relentlessly pounding Yuanrong, only to be blocked by his nine flying swords.
As the crimson blood mist rising from Yuanrong's body grew denser, his aura surged even more powerfully.
When his aura reached its peak, it finally stabilized.
Then, a golden luster once again enveloped Yuanrong's body.
The golden light intensified, dazzling and radiant, like a golden sun rising.
Suddenly, the sun soared into the sky, crashing violently into the Thousand-Zhang Stone Statue that had been relentlessly attacking him.
Boom!
The golden dawn sun collided with the four fist shadows, unleashing an ear-splitting roar.
The sound was so immense, it seemed like the first thunderous crash at the dawn of creation.
Terrifying shockwaves of energy radiated outward from the point of impact, spreading in all directions.
Under this overwhelming force, the colossal Thousand-Zhang Stone Statue began to tremble violently.
The crimson glow emanating from the statue abruptly dimmed and vanished without a trace.
Moments later, the statue was hurled backward, rapidly shrinking until it stood only two feet tall.
King Lu Yao's vertical pupils narrowed sharply, her expression growing grave.
Yuanrong's combat prowess clearly far exceeded her expectations.
Having repelled the statue, the golden dawn sun didn't pause. It immediately surged toward the fleeing pair—King Lu Yao and Song Wen.
Without hesitation, King Lu Yao turned and fled.
Faced with overwhelming force, retreat was the only sensible option.
But Song Wen saw things differently.
He knew he couldn't outrun Yuanrong's pursuit; his escape speed was far inferior to King Lu Yao's.
If she abandoned him, Yuanrong's full fury would fall upon him alone.
"Master Lu Yao, wait!" Song Wen called out urgently. "Neither of us can outrun Yuanrong. If we flee separately, we'll only be picked off one by one. Our only chance lies in fighting together."
As he spoke, Song Wen once again activated the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword.
The Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword flew from Song Wen's hand, hurtling straight toward the rapidly approaching Yuanrong.
Perhaps convinced by Song Wen's argument, King Lu Yao abruptly halted her retreat.
"Fine, I agree. But afterward, you'll become my lover."
As she spoke, an unnatural flush rose on King Lu Yao's face. She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which landed on the stone statue she had summoned beside her.
The statue swelled once more to a thousand zhang in height, its aura even more formidable than before.
"Grateful for Master's favor, this humble servant will serve you with utmost devotion," Song Wen said, his figure flickering as he dodged behind King Lu Yao.
By then, Yuanrong had already deflected the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword and was closing in.
The thousand-zhang stone statue surged with crimson light, while Yuanrong blazed with golden radiance.
The two opposing forces collided in a thunderous clash.
Boom!
The deafening roar echoed endlessly.
The lingering force shattered the white clouds overhead and tore fissures across the earth below.
The stone statue was hurled backward, shrinking to a mere two zhang in height.
Likely due to forcibly enhancing the statue's power with her blood essence, King Lu Yao suffered a severe backlash.
Struck as if by lightning, she staggered back dozens of zhang, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. Her aura weakened drastically, and even the Serpent's Descent Shield that had protected her shattered, reverting to a single serpent scale.
Yuanrong, however, gained no advantage from this exchange.
Already wounded, Yuanrong could barely muster enough blood essence to activate the Blood-Burning Secret Art, resulting in a limited restoration of his spiritual power.
During the fierce clash with the Thousand-Zhang Stone Statue, the golden aura surrounding Yuanrong, which had blazed like the rising sun, flickered violently like a candle in the wind before rapidly dimming and dissipating, revealing his true form beneath: pale as paper and his breathing ragged.
"Now's our chance!"
Hidden behind King Lu Yao, Song Wen's eyes flashed with a sudden glint of cunning.
He had been waiting for this moment of mutual exhaustion—the perfect opportunity to strike when Yuanrong's old strength had waned and his new power had yet to coalesce.
Instead of trying to recall the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword that had been blasted away, Song Wen rapidly formed the Thunder Incantation with his hands, unleashing his spiritual power without reservation.
Compared to thunder magic, activating the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword would take too long, potentially costing them this critical moment.
Instantly, dark storm clouds gathered overhead, their depths crisscrossed by streaks of dark golden lightning serpents.
The lightning serpents converged, coalescing into a bolt of thunder as thick as a bowl, which tore through the clouds and crashed down toward Yuanrong.
Meanwhile, Yuanrong also recognized this as the decisive moment to seize victory.
He summoned a gleaming flying sword, its cold light flashing as it shot straight toward King Lu Yao's face.
With this troublesome obstacle eliminated, Gou Jun would pose no further threat.
Boom!
Dark golden lightning struck Yuanrong, instantly engulfing him in its searing embrace.
Yet the flying sword aimed at King Lu Yao showed no sign of weakening.
A flicker of panic flashed in King Lu Yao's serpentine eyes!
The sword was too fast, too swift!
Its tip, honed to absolute perfection, seemed to condense all of Yuanrong's resentment, killing intent, and last vestiges of spiritual power.
Even before the sword struck, its peerless sword intent pierced her brow, as if this razor-sharp force were about to pierce and tear apart her Demon Soul.
She had just suffered a grievous injury, her Serpent's Descent Shield had shattered, and the backlash had thrown her demon power into chaos.
Now, she was weaker than ever before.
This strike was unavoidable! Unblockable!
Without hesitation, she forcibly extracted a wisp of demon essence from her chaotic internal energy and flicked it toward Song Wen, who stood nearby.
(End of the Chapter)
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