Chapter 118

"Hahaha, this Demon Saint understands now, I didn't expect you to have taken a fancy to a human ant!"

"Your taste is truly too poor!"

"To think you are an Ancestral Witch of the Wu tribe, laughable, laughable!"

Jiuying suddenly understood something and kept looking back and forth between Hongxuan and Houtu.

The next moment, he burst into laughter.

His tone was full of mockery.

"Hmph, short-sighted! How can Hongxuan's future be something a demonic creature like you can comment on?"

"Even Di Jun and Tai Yi are not even a ten-thousandth of Hongxuan in the future."

"Hmph, just because of this human ant, he dares to be mentioned in the same breath as our demon Heavenly Emperor and Eastern Emperor? Laughable to the extreme!"

Houtu didn't say anything more, but looked at Hongxuan:

"His combat power is at most Great Luo late-stage now, be careful!"

Hongxuan nodded, a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

This guy actually belittled him so much, then he would let him experience the taste of despair.

The 12th-grade Purifying World White Lotus appeared beneath his feet again, and the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler also appeared in his hand.

"Heaven-Opening Nine Styles, Second Style!"

As Hongxuan used the Pangu Heaven-Opening Nine Styles divine ability many times, his understanding of it had also greatly improved.

Its power was also surpassing itself time after time.

At least compared to before, the power had increased by nearly 50%.

But even with such a powerful strike, it didn't hurt Jiuying in the slightest.

One had to admire that even though he had been downgraded to a Great Luo Jinxian, he was not comparable to the previous demon commander.

Boom!

"Is this kind of attack scratching an itch for this Demon Saint?"

"Human ant, you also taste this Demon Saint's lethal strike!"

"Since Houtu wants to make this Demon Saint your whetstone, then I will completely destroy you, making Houtu feel heartache, that would also be nice."

"An ant like you doesn't even have the qualification to look up at our two demon Emperors, yet you dream of surpassing them?"

Jiuying had never looked up to Hongxuan from the bottom of his heart, and was filled with naked contempt.

Hearing this, Hongxuan did not refute.

Instead, he took a deep breath, his expression solemn.

Whether he could comprehend more of the Law of Fate depended on the next move.

Killing a Great Luo Jinxian had such great benefits.

If he wiped out this damaged version of a Quasi-Saint, there would definitely be a greater harvest.

And not far away, Houtu was also watching the battlefield nervously.

Ready to rescue him at any time.

"Great Fate Art · Fate Slash!"

Hongxuan shouted fiercely in his heart.

The Hongmeng Measuring Ruler slashed horizontally.

The movement was full of charm, a light wave, graceful and calm.

As if he were playing.

And in Hongxuan's unique perspective.

Above Demon Saint Jiuying's head, that cylindrical thick line of fate actually split instantly under Hongxuan's slash.

It was even cut in two.

That cylindrical thick line of fate also began to dissipate slowly.

This line of fate was formed by the fusion of countless tiny branches of Jiuying's fate lines.

A single one might be easy to cut.

But all of them fused together, wanting to cut it was simply impossible.

And now, Hongxuan had just cut it in two.

It felt effortless.

This was Hongxuan's Great Fate Art divine ability.

Powerful, bizarre, and even heaven-defying.

Ordinary cultivators couldn't even see the lines of fate.

Even if they saw them, they would be illusory, untouchable, let alone cut.

But Hongxuan could do exactly that.

Without sufficient comprehension of the Law of Fate, it was impossible to reach this step.

Not to mention, Hongxuan had also created an even more terrifying and horrifying Great Fate Art.

Even until now, he hadn't sensed the limit of this divine ability.

Puff!

The moment he severed Jiuying's line of fate, Hongxuan's face turned pale, his whole body trembled, and he almost fell.

At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

At the Taiyi Jinxian realm, forcibly severing the line of fate of a Quasi-Saint.

Although it looked like a light wave on the outside, understated.

But only he knew how much power he had just used.

How heavy the backlash he had suffered was.

He had used all the magic power in his body, combined with all the power of the Law of Fate he had comprehended.

Gathered in this one wave of the ruler.

It was not aimed at the physical body and Primordial Spirit, but at the line of fate.

Naturally, it was not something ordinary people could understand.

Although he was heavily injured on the spot, Hongxuan's eyes were opened wide.

Shining brightly, dazzling.

At the same time, the joy from the bottom of his heart couldn't help but appear on his face.

Although the price was not small.

But it was a baptism in the true sense.

The invisible harvest was simply unimaginable.

Houtu discovered that Hongxuan had suddenly fallen for no reason, and his face was pale to the extreme.

She was very puzzled, and even wanted to go up to support him.

Intending to stop the subsequent battle.

But she didn't expect that before she could move.

Demon Saint Jiuying opposite, whose face was originally disdainful, suddenly froze.

He didn't even have the ability to speak.

The light in his eyes also dimmed.

In Houtu's shocked and unbelievable eyes, he turned into powder and dissipated completely.

Such a bizarre scene, even the well-informed Houtu was somewhat at a loss.

Even carrying a trace of fear.

Fear stems from the unknown.

She didn't understand what had happened in the battle just now at all.

She was even guarding everywhere.

Thinking that some Sage had made a move in secret.

Only a Sage would have the ability to kill a Quasi-Saint so quietly.