Chapter 478: Heavy Injury to the Demon Lord Reveals His True Form

The two palms met, Spirit Qi collided, and a violent wind burst forth.

Long Qi felt a sharp pain in his forearm, as if his wrist were being torn apart, yet he still forced himself to muster strength to contend with the Demon Lord.

However, the disparity in strength was ultimately too great, and Long Qi was defeated.

Long Qi felt as if his chest were about to explode; a fishy sweetness surged into his throat, and no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, he could not hold it back.

Finally, the fishy sweetness in his mouth erupted, and amidst the bursting airflow, his mouth was smeared with crimson.

Yet Long Qi dared not slacken his strength; he braced himself while contemplating a countermeasure.

The Demon Lord's face was as cold as frost, looking as if he would not stop until he had put Long Qi to death, his Spirit Power pouring out continuously, completely disregarding that they were currently in the Netherworld.

The Netherworld is not like the human realm; there is no Spirit Qi, and if one's Spirit Power is exhausted, it cannot be replenished. For the Demon Lord in his current mortal body to be so unrestrained was no different from seeking death.

Even so, the body the Demon Lord had taken via Possession was, after all, that of Lingxiao Zhenren. As Lingxiao Zhenren possessed a Chaos Spiritual Root, how could the Spirit Power within his body be exhausted in a mere moment?

Now, he could only think of a way to save himself.

Long Qi paused his feet, exerted force from his waist to shift his body, then hurriedly withdrew his strength, pulling away from the Demon Lord with a few backflips.

The Demon Lord's palm sank deep into the wall, actually leaving a palm print carved into it.

This wall was made of thousand-year-old stone from Xuwei Mountain! Behind the wall was the secret chamber the Demon Lord had meticulously crafted for Tumi!

The Demon Lord clearly had not expected Long Qi to do this; looking at the wall with the deep palm print, he was momentarily distracted.

On that side, as soon as Long Qi stood steady, he felt a dull pain in his chest and blood surging; finally, unable to support himself, he knelt to the ground.

The Longyuan Sword fell to the ground with a harsh "clang," and Long Qi suddenly spat a mouthful of blood onto the blade.

Strangely, the blood was gradually absorbed by Longyuan, and a silver light flashed across the cracks in the sword's body.

But no one noticed any of this.

Long Qi only felt as if his chest were being torn by someone, and he lowered his head, gasping for air. He had truly overestimated himself, actually harboring the delusion of contending with the Demon Lord.

But strangely, although he had just exhausted all his strength, he felt no sense of depletion from drained Spirit Power; on the contrary, his meridians felt even more unobstructed.

It was as if a spiritual spring were gushing within his body, flowing from the eight extraordinary meridians into every vessel, then flowing back again, bubbling and endless, a continuous stream.

Long Qi could even feel the movement of the Spirit Power within him, and the tearing, burning sensation in his chest was gradually subsiding amidst it.

The sound of the Longyuan Sword falling also brought the Demon Lord back to his senses. He walked forward, looked down at Long Qi, who was lying on the ground in agony, and his eyes were filled with contempt.

"Hmph! You mayfly of a fanatic, overestimating your own strength!"

As the Demon Lord spoke, he raised his right leg high and kicked down fiercely at Long Qi.

This kick used ten-tenths of his strength; if it landed, death would be certain!

The Demon Lord intended to trample Long Qi to death!

Yet at this moment, Long Qi was still feeling the changes in his body and seemed not to have noticed the danger "looming overhead"...

Seeing this, Adao in the distance was so anxious he was jumping up and down. He wanted so much to warn Long Qi, but he was afraid of being noticed by the Demon Lord—he had to ensure his master's safety first.

Watching helplessly as the Demon Lord stepped down, Adao was powerless to act, but just as the foot was about to land on Long Qi's head, he felt a flash before his eyes, and when he opened them again, Long Qi had disappeared.

Before Adao could investigate what had happened, he heard a heart-rending scream and saw the Demon Lord collapse into a pool of blood.

What...

What happened?

Except for the Demon Lord himself, no one knew what had happened. He had thought victory was certain and had not taken many precautions; by the time he regained his senses, the foot he had stepped down with had been severed.

It was the first time the Demon Lord had experienced such excruciating pain; even the near-death injuries he had suffered while fleeing long ago did not amount to one ten-thousandth of this pain.

After all, he had been in his demon body back then, but now, he was in a mortal frame.

Yet at this moment, the pain in his heart was actually eased quite a bit by the intense pain in his leg. So, pain could also be an antidote.

The Demon Lord was sweating profusely from the pain, yet he was happy, even laughing in a somewhat manic way.

With a rustling sound, Long Qi appeared behind the Demon Lord. His gaze was cold, his sword pointed at the Demon Lord; thunder rumbled incessantly on the blade, and firelight danced along the edges of the cracks, appearing exceptionally domineering.

In truth, Long Qi had not intended to hurt the Demon Lord too badly, as his body was Lingxiang's father, and Long Qi wanted to defeat the Demon Lord in another way.

But in the critical moment just now, his body had moved on its own, and by the time Long Qi regained his senses, the sword was already blood-stained.

And the Longyuan Sword was absorbing the blood on the blade bit by bit.

During the three years Long Qi was suppressed by the Hanyu Pill, he had practiced diligently under Wuji's careful guidance, adapting to the inconveniences caused by his blocked meridians while constantly accumulating cultivation.

And after Lingxiang undid the restriction of the Hanyu Pill, these long-accumulated efforts gradually began to erupt during Long Qi's confrontation with the Demon Lord.

This was the reason why Long Qi's cultivation had suddenly increased, and it was also the reason he could clearly feel the changes in his body.

Long Qi was on the verge of breaking through his realm!

The reason Lingxiang had given Long Qi the Hanyu Pill was to prepare for this battle today, and as for what level Long Qi could reach, it would depend on his own fortune.

The Demon Lord's wails drew the attention of the Rust Ghost and the Yin-Eroding Ghoul; the two abandoned Chiyanzi and Lu Ying and rushed over, but they were intercepted.

Lu Ying took a deep breath, channeled the Houtu Breath, and with a finger incantation, the Yin-Eroding Ghoul's path was blocked by an invisible wall; meanwhile, seeing the Rust Ghost flying away, Chiyanzi also used a wood technique, and vines instantly burst from the ground, firmly entangling the Rust Ghost.

The commotion was not small, drawing Adao's attention. Seeing the two of them using their respective means to stop the monsters, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and grumble to himself:

They clearly had this ability but kept it hidden; if they had used it earlier to finish off those two monsters and joined forces to deal with the Demon Lord, Master wouldn't have ended up covered in injuries. After wasting so much effort, I really can't understand what those two are thinking.

Once intercepted, the Yin-Eroding Ghoul suddenly became furious, its blood tentacles constantly pounding against the invisible wall, black blood splashing everywhere. Its ferocity made Lu Ying break into a sweat, yet he still firmly held his hand seal, not daring to slacken in the slightest.

Chiyanzi was no less impressive; the wood vines tightly bound the Rust Ghost, and no matter how it struggled, it could not break free. Even if it cut the vines, new ones would wrap around, one after another, endlessly annoying.

Seeing Long Qi pointing his sword at the Demon Lord, even the Rust Ghost, which had never opened its mouth, emitted bursts of "click-clack" strange noises.

The Rust Ghost and the Yin-Eroding Ghoul were born immortal and indestructible; they belonged to the Demon Lord from head to toe, and they would not hesitate even to block a blade with their bodies.

These two were monsters created by the Former Demon Venerable for Bao Yan, and the reason they were so anxious, or even one could say berserk, was that if the Demon Lord were gone, they would also lose the meaning of their existence.

Once Bao Yan perished, the Rust Ghost and his companion would vanish into the Netherworld.

The Rust Ghost struggled to no avail and turned to glare at Chiyanzi. Firelight flashed in the skeleton's eye sockets, and then, with a rustling sound, the cloak covering its entire body flew up.

As the cloak fell away, white bones clattered to the ground, leaving only a skull floating in mid-air, spitting cold air from its mouth, looking incomparably grim.

Before Chiyanzi could react, the skull flew rapidly toward Long Qi.

Chiyanzi hurriedly shouted a warning, but Long Qi only had time to turn his head and see a phantom image before the skull grazed past the tip of his nose.

The skull bit onto the Demon Lord's collar, tugging the Demon Lord as it flew into the secret chamber, and the door to the secret chamber slammed shut in response, emitting a dull thud.

The Yin-Eroding Ghoul was no longer manic, and the "rustling" sound of dust settling to the ground was clearly audible; Yinxu Hall was deathly silent, and seeing this, no one dared to lower their guard.

When things go against the norm, there must be a demon!

It was unknown how much time had passed when the stone door opened once again, and waves of green mist rolled out as a person with the appearance of a youth slowly walked out from within.

The youth was clad in sharp armor, his complexion pale and his gaze fierce; one look was enough to tell he was no pushover.

And floating beside the youth was the head of the Rust Ghost.

The Yin-Eroding Ghoul transformed into human form, knelt toward the youth, and shouted aloud:

"The sky has no two suns, the Demon Lord is eternal!"

The Demon Lord?

The Demon Lord!