Zhou Long noticed the dillema in Leng Han's eyes.
It seems he didn't want to fight anymore. His flighting spirit extinguished.
Zhou long pondered, " Looks like he misunderstood something and don't want to fight me anymore but I can't let that happen.
I have to make him fight me."
"You can understand my thoughts? You are indeed worthy of being a person from second heaven."
"But How sad it is, you are not worthy of being my opponent."
Leng Han pointed at him in anger and said, " Looks like there are some misunderstanding between us. Let's call it a day and don't fight anymore."
" You can do anything to them." He said while pointing towards the people from lower heaven.
" They have nothing to do with me."
Bai Wan was shocked to hear these words form the Leng Han's mouth. He can't believe that he surrendered in front of Zhou long.
Leng Han is his last trump card but now it looks like they have to it themselves.
But Zhou long have other thoughts.
He said to Leng Han, " I thought you are a man of your words but it looks like you are not Even a man."
He started laughing and taunting him.
"You should have advised your parents to wait longer before bringing you into this world."
" No..No I mean advice your father specially. He must be in very good mood that day."
Leng Han's Anger reached it's peak and he seems to lost control over his rational thinking.
" No...No.. I think you should change your name from brother Leng Han to Sister Leng Han."
Hahahahaa.....
He laughed loudly.
"You..." Leng Han became very angry. To the point that even his veins are popped out of his hands and face.
Zhou long smirks and consoles him, "No need to feel the shame and curse yourself. This was not your mistake. This is the law of nature."
Leng Han calming himself, pulls out an ancient jade from his pocket. " You have succefully Angered me brat, Now face the consequences. "
He cuts his finger and lets his blood drop onto the jade.
A brilliant light bursts forth from the jade, enveloping Zhou long, causing his power to plummet from level ten to level five.
"You're a lucky brat. This is my family's most treasured relic, to be used only once by a person in his lifetime. I must end you now to ensure that this treasure is not wasted."
Zhou long, though shocked, doesn't falter; instead, a fierce battle spirit ignites in his eyes. He summons his Nine Hell Sword and charges at the Leng Han.
This is what he wants from the starting. Actually he should have advanced to great Ancestor Realm by now but what stopping him was his body.
The Cultivators above the Ancestral realm all cultivates their spirit to immortal spirit and their body to immortal vessel.
But Zhou Long has faced many dangerous battles in the past and received many fatal and hidden injuries, which damage his foundation.
Other than this, he also had consumed many treasured pills and rare herbs to advance his cultivation rapidly.
Which in short term gave him a rapid boost in his cultivation but on a longer term make his cultivation unstable.
No matter what method he tries he is unable to rank up his cultivation.
Until one day he found some records on how to advance to Great Ancestor Realm by stimulating body.
That's why he decided to face a life and death situation. Thus in this way his body can reach its upper limit and maybe he can breakthrough because of that.
After an intense hour, despite Zhou long's diminished cultivation, he fights fiercely, thanks to the unparalleled might of his sword and his battle skills, his sword is a unique treasure it possesses nine unique, deadly skills of its own. So far, he has unleashed five skills.
Both combatants are severely injured. Leng Han, grinning through the pain, admits, "This sword truly is a treasure. Despite your lower cultivation, you're giving me a tough time."
Zhou long, heavily wounded, simply smiles in silence.
Leng Han taunts him, "Once I eliminate you, I'll pass this sword to my Servant for playing."
Zhou Long love his sword very much and insulting his sword means insulting him.
Zhou long maintains his composure and declares, "Let's end this war. One move—either you win, or I do."
Leng Han agrees, "Alright. One final move, and everything comes to an end."
He also became tired by fighting continuously. He wants to end this war quickly because if this Zhou Long really have someone strong backing him, he will be in a great danger.
It's better to kill him quickly and fled to his master in his sect. Because he know that no matter how powerful Zhou long's bakcer is, he have to give face to his master and his sect no matter what.
While both of these combatants decided to end this war.
On the other side, the battle conditions are becoming grim. Both Zhou long's and his opponent's team are severely injured.
Leng Han's team has already lost two or three men. On the other side Zhou long's team is yet to face any casualty.
As it stands, if this continues, Zhou long's fighters are sure to triumph.
All eyes turn to the Leng Han; their fate rests on his shoulders. Should Zhou long win, they will perish; if the Leng Han prevails, Zhou long and his followers will face annihilation.
Zhou long has become serious and decided to use most powerful skill of his nine hell sword.
He had not used this skill even once since the creation of this sword but today it is the first and maybe the last time he is going to use it.
It's true, Zhou long has not unleashed his sword's ultimate move since acquiring it, for it is far too devastating—even he fears its full potential. No one has survived to witness his seventh or eighth sword skills, let alone the ninth.
The nine hell sword have total of 9 unique skills of its own.
Each skill having devastating powet than the other.
Steeling himself, Leng Han resolves to execute his most powerful attack. He spatters a mouthful of blood onto his sword.
He burned his blood to empower his sword. He has also become dead serious.
He roared.
"Wind-Cutting Slash!"
He channels all his power into this final move; either he succeeds or he dies.
Meanwhile, Zhou long channels his energy into the Nine Hell Sword. The blade begins absorbing power from the very air around them, consuming blood and corpses—his own blood and flesh among them.
The space around them starts to fracture as an overwhelming surge of energy engulfs the sword.
"Void-Breaking Slash!"
Both warriors unleash their attacks simultaneously, unleashing waves of energy that collide—one dark and destructive, the other radiant and deathly.
Boom!
A cataclysmic explosion rocks the heavens, throwing everyone, from both Zhou long's and the king's teams, hundreds of kilometers away.
As the dust settles, all eyes are glued to the center of the battlefield, eager to discover the victor.
To everyone's shock, Leng Han kneels, breathless and frozen in disbelief. His eyes are wide open in horror before he succumbs.
On the other hand, Zhou long remains alive, bloodied and barely recognizable. His hair is matted red, and although he is grievously injured, he still draws breath.
Bai wan exclaimed, " We're all doomed now.'"
They drop their weapons out of fear, hoping that zhou long will spare them or grant them a swift death. Heartbroken, they have lost their will to fight, incapable of directing a word at him.
A terror has permeated their hearts; no matter Zhou long's condition, they are paralyzed with fear.
The dragon and phoenix, his loyal soul pets, start to disintegrate—they cannot endure such pressure, and with Zhou long's imminent peril, their fate is entwined with his.
There life is linked with Zhou long's life. Zhou long has faced grave injuries which also affects them.
As Zhou long prepares to take a healing pill, a sword pierces through his chest, causing the pill to fall to the ground.
He turns, shock coursing through him. For the first time in this war, he is caught off guard.
To his disbelief, his favorite disciple whom he treat like his own child, Zhou yue, is the one who has betrayed him.
One word escapes his lips: "Why?"
Zhou yue answers with a smile, "Because two lions cannot share one den. I want to seize control of this blessed land, claim all your treasures, and attain the fame that comes with it."
" I want to become the demon queen from whom every people of sacred domain would fear."
She steps closer, whispering in his ear, "And the most important thing I desire... is the key to the legacy of the ancient god you possess."
Zhou long's heart sinks.
Zhou yue's confident tone continues, "You've been so cunning, master. I've seen you reading those ancient manuals and investigating that key in your cultivation chamber."
Disappointment washes over him. "Do you really think you could spy on me unnoticed? I knew all along. My heart didn't want to believe that the disciple I trusted most would betray me. I allowed you to see that manual and key, its me who allowed you to spy on me"
" Do you really think you can spy on me without my permission?"
" Is my reputation as number one is a joke? "
"And to be truthful, I cannot understand those manuals myself. If I could, I would have already taught you its methods."
Zhou yue falters for a moment, but quickly regains her composure. "You can't deceive me, master. I know how treacherous and crafty you are; you're lying."
"Don't worry," she says confidently, "I'll make sure to take care of that legacy for you. Goodbye, master." She forms a fist enveloped in energy.
A resigned smile crosses Zhou long's face as he replies, "Goodbye."
With the last remnants of his strength, he prepares to self-detonate, unleashing a cataclysmic explosion from his sea of dantian.
Boom!
The world trembles as the battle reaches its final, devastating conclusion...
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