Chapter 137: Defeating the Eastern Giant Demon

At this moment, Dongfang Xing was no longer the Dongfang Xing from before; her heart held only Chen Yi He.

Dongfang Xing rose from the ruins, she gritted her teeth, glared, her delicate face filled with ferocity; in her eyes, pupils and whites were gone, only pitch black!

Dongfang Xing's whole body was pitch black, demonic aura surging to the heavens; she stepped step by step out of the ruins, arriving before Dongfang Wuji.

Compared to Dongfang Wuji, Dongfang Xing was smaller by an unknown amount, but the demonic aura emanating from her soared even higher than his!

The demonic blood within Dongfang Xing was completely awakened, awakened amidst endless despair and anger!

Dongfang Wuji looked at Dongfang Xing with interest, scolding, "Little junior, how dare you act arrogantly before your ancestor!"

"Release Chen Yi He." Dongfang Xing said coldly, her tone full of menace.

"What right do you have to make me let go? Without me, would you even exist now? You are nothing but the seeds I scattered!" Dongfang Wuji said angrily, vaguely feeling a force with the same origin as his own rising within Dongfang Xing.

That force was both familiar and strange to him!

"I demand you release Chen Yi He." Dongfang Xing slowly raised her head; only when she tilted her neck back to the limit could she see Dongfang Wuji's chin.

Dongfang Wuji, a hero all his life, three hundred years ago, three hundred years ago, was the world's most invincible existence; no one could ever negotiate with him, not even his descendants.

Today, being threatened by a girl under twenty, if word got out, wouldn't the whole world laugh!

Dongfang Wuji lifted Chen Yi He with one hand, holding him high, and said to Dongfang Xing, "Hehe, I insist he die today!" Having said that, he flung Chen Yi He high into the air!

Immediately after, he followed with a palm strike, using his thickest true qi aimed at Chen Yi He!

Chen Yi He would be blown to pieces in the sky.

The demonic aura on Dongfang Xing erupted in an instant, surging entirely toward Dongfang Wuji.

Dongfang Wuji originally thought he could block Dongfang Xing's demonic aura with one hand, then destroy Chen Yi He with the other.

"Demonic aura shares the same source; it all belongs to me! You dare to fight me with what I gave you—absurd!" Dongfang Wuji's words had barely fallen when he instantly changed his mind, unable to believe it!

Dongfang Xing's demonic aura was truly too strong; in a moment it engulfed Dongfang Wuji! He had no choice but to immediately retract all his demonic aura to defend and counterattack.

"Formless Demonic Skill!" Dongfang Wuji shouted.

"Formless Demonic Skill!" Dongfang Xing shouted.

When the two demonic skills met, the generated power was enough to shake the earth and sway mountains, enough to continually whip up ten-thousand-zhang waves in the Dong Hai; in the unseen distance, countless fishing boats were overturned!

Rolling pitch blackness weighed upon everyone's hearts; such power might exist only in history or myth.

The crowd found it increasingly hard to breathe, increasingly feeling they would be swallowed by darkness.

It was like walking in darkness without moon or stars.

The blinding pitch-black light made it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.

The gathered masters were thrown this way and that, even at any moment facing the possibility of being crushed!

Chen Yi He fell from high above; originally he would have crashed to pieces, but a gentle force seized him in midair, wrapping around his entire body, preventing the demonic aura from corroding him, protecting his life.

Chen Yi He stared at Dongfang Xing, his fingers clenched so tightly they seemed about to sink into his palms! "Dongfang..."

"Boom!" Only after a long while did the explosion sound ring out; the impact was brief, but its echo lingered... "Whooo..." The wind raged, sand and stones flew.

Dongfang Xing knelt on both knees, her thick hair draped over her chest, falling straight like a stream; she shed not a drop of blood, bore no scar, whispering "One... He... One He..."

She remained just as beautiful, just as moving, just as heart‑wrenching.

Dongfang Wuji retreated eighty or ninety steps; had his ten fingers not dug deep into the cracks in the ground, he would surely have been blasted into the deep sea. He was dazed—a hero all his life! He had never fallen when facing one against ten, twenty, or a hundred.

Today, upon his revival, he was defeated by a yellow‑haired girl; the gap up and down left him utterly unable to accept it!

"Damn it! Damn it!" Dongfang Wuji furiously pounded the ground, roaring; for the first time he felt injured to the point of being unable to stand!

Dongfang Wuji knew his injuries had reached his five viscera and six bowels; logically he was using a young body, but it was not his own, and regardless of strength, the imperfect fusion caused his defeat.

"Everyone here today is an enemy; I can't stay and waste time with them." However Dongfang Wuji was not blinded by his anger; he now lacked the strength to kill, so he must find a place to quietly regulate his breath and recuperate.

Chen Yi He survived; he knew it was Dongfang Xing who saved him! If Dongfang Xing had not diverted a strand of power to rescue him, Dongfang Wuji would just have been blown to pieces by her demonic aura.

"Dongfang... Dongfang..." Chen Yi He called out, struggling to his feet and staggering toward Dongfang Xing.

"Pa." The kneeling Dongfang Xing, face down, fell straight over, emitting a soft sound.

"Kill him!" Duan Sheng rose from the ground, grabbed his great sword, aiming to slay Dongfang Wuji—strike while he's sick to take his life!

The Western Desert Sword Demon also refused to yield; now is the best time to kill Dongfang Wuji—if missed, death will be theirs later.

"Those who can stand, rise up and eliminate this demon together!" Nun Shang Rong also rose to her feet.

Others lacked even the strength to lift a sword, let alone stand; they sat cross‑legged in droves to tend their wounds, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Old thief, die!" Duan Sheng's great sword slashed toward Dongfang Wuji.

"You undying monster, let my bloodthirsty sword suck your blood dry!" the Western Desert Sword Demon, fed up with repression, this time could not only escape death but even turn defeat into victory, making his mood immensely relieved. His sword was the most ruthless, fastest, and cruel.

Hong Liang was even more excited, on the verge of tears, "Brother, big brother will avenge you!" Hong Lai's corpse lay sideways beneath his feet; he stepped on it and charged at Dongfang Wuji.

"Hahaha! Do you really think you can kill me?" Dongfang Wuji laughed loudly; he had already made his choice! He wasn't the least bit panicked, saying, "If you fail to kill me today, once I recover I will personally come call on you!"