Chapter 485: Body Returns to Nothingness, the Demon King Perishes

After dozens of rounds, there was no victor, and the fighting caused the Demon King Palace to be shrouded in dark clouds, with wild winds rising everywhere.

The two stood facing each other in the clouds, seemingly each harboring their own reservations.

Looking at the Demon Lord, who was bleeding from his chest yet whose movements were not affected in the slightest, Long Qi let his thoughts wander.

Every time he was about to succeed, the Demon Lord, like a slippery loach, was always able to dodge at the right moment.

Now that a breakthrough in his realm was imminent, the opportunity lay in this very instant, yet Long Qi had no way to secure victory.

Although his cultivation had surged, facing the injured Demon Lord, he could trade blows back and forth, but he was always just a little short of defeating him.

Looking at the Longyuan Sword in his hand, Long Qi thought of what Xin Yi had said to him when he was still an Outer Disciple of Yuanqing—

At that time, the sect had issued a Soft Sword to everyone, and upon receiving it, Long Qi was full of suspicion:

What could an unsharpened sword do?

Long Qi flicked the blade; he really wanted to find a whetstone to sharpen it...

"Brother, tell me, can this little piece of junk really be used?"

Beside him, Xin Yi did not even lift his head, focusing intently on wiping the blade.

"Naturally, it can."

Long Qi was noncommittal, curled his lip, and reluctantly followed suit by wiping his sword, while Xin Yi held his sword up, squinting one eye to look at the tip.

"If you trust it, it can naturally cleave mountains and slash stones; but if even you do not trust it, how can it kill enemies for you on the battlefield?"

Long Qi had never thought about the words "trust" or "distrust"; ever since he had the Longyuan, he had only regarded it as a weapon.

Yet, having come this far and experienced so much, facing the Demon Lord now, he instead had a different feeling toward the sword in his hand.

Lingxiang had once told Long Qi that rather than saying a person chooses a sword, it was better to say the sword chooses the person.

When a sword chooses you, it becomes your arm, but when the sword acknowledges you, you become one with the sword.

You are the sword, and the sword is you.

Long Qi pressed his forehead against the sword, silently recounting the bits and pieces of his time with the Longyuan Sword in his heart; before long, his spirit drifted into a state of emptiness.

The Longyuan Sword suddenly emitted a red light, extending slowly from the hilt to the tip, as if gathering strength.

Mo Zun Boyan knew well that he could not give Long Qi a chance, so he flew up, his Long Halberd pointing straight at Long Qi.

And just at this moment, the red light filled the entire blade, and Long Qi also lifted his gaze, leaning into the Demon Lord as he went to meet him.

The dark clouds were in Chaos, with fire and lightning flashing incessantly, then suddenly falling into a deathly silence; no one knew what the situation was inside.

It is always quiet before a rainstorm.

Two Dharma forms suddenly appeared at either end of the dark clouds, one a fire dragon coiling around a sword, the other a thunderbird transforming into a blade; one red and one purple, one roaring and one crying, they met and entangled.

The sound resonated through the Netherworld, as if telling of a fated struggle, but after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, everything returned to silence, as if what had just happened was merely the bluster of a thunderstorm.

Suddenly, a strong light flashed and vanished, the gathered thick clouds dissipated along with it, and two figures gradually emerged, falling like meteors, showing no sign of slowing down.

Just as they were about to hit the ground, one figure performed a somersault in mid-air and landed on one knee, while the other crashed heavily onto the ground.

A cloud of dust surged up, blurring the eyes and making it impossible to see the situation clearly.

This...

Who won?

The dust had not yet settled, but the answer was already obvious.

The Shiyin Xiao was the first to cast Lu Ying aside and rush toward the dust, but it was unknown what method Lu Ying used, as a cage rose from the ground, trapping the Shiyin Xiao inside; even though the cage had gaps, no matter what means the Shiyin Xiao used, it could not escape.

As for the Rust Ghost, he had left his head behind this time, but Chiyanzi had already seen through him; his horsetail whisk, wrapped in a Talisman, trapped the skull, and even though the remaining withered bones tried to take the opportunity to escape, they were bound tight by Chiyanzi's wood-element technique.

The dust cleared, and everyone's vision finally became clear.

Mo Zun Boyan lay on the ground, unable to be distinguished as dead or alive, while Long Qi knelt on the ground holding his sword, covered in large and small wounds, dripping with blood, a heartbreaking sight.

Even so, Long Qi forced himself to endure the pain and did not collapse; he knew the Demon Lord was not dead, because...

Because the moment the weapons clashed, Long Qi had broken through to the Golden Core Second Realm, the Containment Realm; he could no longer be considered a mortal!

A low laugh followed, revealing three parts gloom and seven parts madness.