Chapter 408

Ha—

Zhu Buwen's body slightly bent forward, his mouth opened, low and suppressed, exhaling a mouthful of intense white vapor.

Violent and chaotic aura radiated outward.

He looked at Ao Yulie, whose aura soared to the heavens, revealing a ferocious grin, and in an instant vanished from his spot.

Clang!

A sound like striking a bell, Ao Yulie gripped his ice spear with both hands, blocking it in front of him.

Appearing before him was the black-flamed obsidian demon saber, its blade landing on the spear shaft, sending shockwaves scattering.

The violent shockwaves condensed into substance, surging wildly in all directions, cutting.

Cracks appeared on the ground.

The Black Heaven Divine Palace assassins closest to Ao Yulie, several of them failed to dodge in time, were blown away by the shockwaves, their bodies torn open with wounds, blood gushing out.

Ao Yulie's face tightened, the force transmitted from the blade far exceeding his expectations.

After his strike was blocked, Zhu Buwen's ferocious grin intensified, he raised his hand and slashed again.

Clang!

Another burst of sound, Ao Yulie stepped back slightly.

The demon saber remained resting on the spear shaft, blocked by the ice spear, though the cracks left from his battle with Sha Wujing continued to spread, nearly merging into one.

Ha!

Zhu Buwen let out a short laugh.

His right hand blurred into an afterimage.

In an instant, black flames connected into a continuous sheet.

Continuous bell-like sounds piled upon each other, almost forming the sonic attack of a Lion's Roar technique.

Causing the combatants nearby to shift their movements.

Some weaker ones were even shaken, stumbling left and right.

The black-flamed demon saber frenziedly struck the demon-breaking ice spear, those cracks now spreading from inside out, covering nearly the entire spear shaft.

The next moment.

With a crisp crack, the collision sounds of the two weapons ceased abruptly.

The demon-breaking ice spear snapped at the middle, shattered ice crystals scattering, scraping across Ao Yulie's cheeks and body.

Zhu Buwen did not slash again, instead pulling his right hand back, raising the saber to stab toward Ao Yulie's heart.

Ao Yulie dropped the broken ice spear, both hands suddenly slamming together, palms pressed!

Like bowing to Buddha.

The black-flamed demon saber was pressed between his palms, the scorching black flames did not spread outward, only burning on the blade.

Ao Yulie's body violently retreated.

Zhu Buwen let out an arrogantly loud laugh, pressing Ao Yulie to keep retreating.

On the ground, a trail remained, as if dug by an excavator.

Fine wounds continuously appeared on Ao Yulie's hands, oozing faint golden blood, yet none fell to the ground.

Instead, they were completely absorbed into the black-flamed demon saber's blade, transforming into the burning black flames upon it.

After a few breaths, Ao Yulie felt his hands go numb, the strength in his arms also draining away.

Damn it!

Ao Yulie cursed inwardly, his right foot stepping back, forcibly halting, the violent force impacting, nearly making him vomit blood.

Ignoring his injuries, Ao Yulie released his grip, his body suddenly twisting sideways.

Zhu Buwen's forward momentum did not diminish, the black-flamed demon saber swept from his side, the moment they crossed paths.

Ao Yulie unleashed a punch!

Zhu Buwen met him head-on, fingers spread, a palm descending!

Fist and palm collided.

Violent shockwaves erupted outward.

The surrounding ground sank, a figure violently retreated—or rather, rolled several times on the ground before adjusting his stance, feet firmly planted, body lowered.

Yet even so, he did not directly halt his momentum.

His feet gouged two trenches in the ground, each about half a meter deep, before finally coming to a stop.

Ao Yulie's arm hung down, trembling involuntarily.

His clothes were somewhat torn, many places showing rips, with unhealed scratches and wounds still visible.

Blood still at the corner of his mouth, he looked extremely disheveled.

That said, this appearance was actually more pleasing to the eye than his usual unrestrained, handsome look that made people want to punch him.

Pah!

Ao Yulie turned his head, spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just now, in that clash, he suffered considerable internal injuries.

And Zhu Buwen was no better off, he stood in place, staring at his own left hand.

His entire left arm twisted out of shape, white bone piercing through flesh.

Heh.

After glancing at his left arm, Zhu Buwen looked back at Ao Yulie, grinning widely.

The black-flamed demon saber he gripped continued to burn.

With a grating sound of teeth on bone, Zhu Buwen's left arm had fully restored to its original state.

His bare upper body didn't have even a trace of blood on it.

All the blood, including the true dragon blood Ao Yulie had just spilled, had been absorbed by the Black Flame Demon Blade.

The flames on it pulsed unhurriedly, neither flaring brighter nor weakening.

"Continue..." Zhu Buwen spoke, his voice hoarse and slurred, charging at Ao Yulie.

His aura soared to the heavens, like a fierce tiger.

"Come on!"

Ao Yulie roared, his eyes turning into golden vertical pupils, a terrifying dragon might faintly manifesting.

Claws extended from his fingertips; dragon scales could faintly be seen covering his palms.

This was the ultimate combat stance he could achieve in this world.

Wind, rain, thunder, and lightning — power fully condensed on his twin claws — Ao Yulie lunged forward with a fierce grab, as if to tear the sky apart!

Just then, the originally berserk Zhu Buwen's aura shifted; his body seemed unaffected by any force, swaying eerily to the side.

In that sway, he slipped past Ao Yulie's twin claws, only his waist was gashed open.

Yet no fresh blood flowed out.

He had already arrived at Ao Yulie's flank, stabbing the Black Flame Demon Blade through Ao Yulie's lower abdomen.

Zhu Buwen's grin was ferocious; the Black Flame Demon Blade twisted, the blade parallel to the ground, about to cleave Ao Yulie in two from left to right.

The blade had barely moved two centimeters when he felt tremendous resistance.

Ao Yulie crouched low, power surging wildly throughout his entire body.

He reached out, grabbing the Black Flame Demon Blade.

Zhu Buwen tried to yank the blade back and retreat; the scales on his palm scraped faintly against the edge, showering sparks.

"Want to leave? Too late!" Ao Yulie bared a savage grin, using his palm and body to lock the Black Flame Demon Blade completely in place.

Then, his other hand swung violently.

Blood light soared skyward.

Zhu Buwen's right arm holding the Black Flame Demon Blade was torn open by a claw; Zhu Buwen's body flew back.

Leaving behind a severed arm and the Black Flame Demon Blade on the spot, seized by Ao Yulie.

"Without the blade, let's see how you regenerate." Ao Yulie slowly pulled out the Black Flame Demon Blade, "This blade..."

A strange look crossed his face.

This blade actually gave him a sense of familiarity?

While he was distracted, the severed arm gripping the Black Flame Demon Blade suddenly spurted copious blood from its wound; the blood didn't fall but condensed into a blood thread, instantly piercing into Zhu Buwen's body, into the severed arm's wound.

A streak of black light flashed.

The Black Flame Demon Blade and the severed arm had already returned to Zhu Buwen's body.

The severed arm reconnected.

Ao Yulie's palm was nearly sliced in two.

If not for the fact that he let go fast enough in that instant, it wouldn't have been "nearly."

The wound still had hardly any blood.

All that blood was absorbed by the Black Flame Demon Blade, turning into dancing black flames.

Likewise becoming the source of Zhu Buwen's undying nature.

Zhu Buwen tilted his head, looking at Ao Yulie, smiling.

Everyone finally understood why this guy didn't care about his son's death at all — he himself couldn't die, so what did he need a son for?

Later he could just sire however many he wanted?

"Motherf—"

In a moment of distraction, Nan Taisheng took a sword slash from the opponent before him, cursed loudly, and dared not watch this battlefield anymore.

The battle between Ao Yulie and Zhu Buwen was staggering in momentum.

The fights between the others and the Black Heaven Divine Palace elite assassins hadn't ended either.

But it could be seen that Tang Yuhan, Nan Taisheng, and the rest held the upper hand.

Annihilating them all was merely a matter of time.

Yet these Black Heaven Divine Palace elites showed not a shred of morale drop, because they firmly believed victory belonged to their side.

The Black Flame Demon Blade — it was one of the Nine Great Saint Weapons!

Only a Saint Weapon can counter a Saint Weapon; this is an iron law.

The sole half-exception was the Heaven-Hating Divine Lord who destroyed the Buddhist sect back then.

When the Heaven-Hating Divine Lord rampaged through the martial world, the Four Great Holy Lands did not intervene to stop him.

Rumor had it that because the Heaven-Hating Divine Lord could contend with Saint Weapons without falling behind, the Four Great Holy Lands tacitly permitted his actions.

But rumors are just rumors, never truly verified.

With the Heaven-Hating Divine Lord's disappearance and death, verification became impossible forever, so it counts as half.

Looking at the deep wound on his palm, Ao Yulie exhaled, his battle intent slowly dissipating: "Master, this demon blade is a bit strange, I feel... don't know why, somewhat familiar."

He looked at Tang Luo and said.

"Mm, I have a bit of that feeling too." Tang Luo nodded.

Aside from firing the first shot of armed resistance against the Black Heaven Divine Palace, Tang Luo hadn't made a move again, just stood at the back watching the spectacle.

"You... want to... run?" Zhu Buwen stared at Ao Yulie, voice halting, as if even speaking had become somewhat difficult.

The berserk aura on him, the Black Flame Demon Blade's power, were affecting his thinking.

But one emotion could be confirmed absolutely — the demon blade was craving.

It craved the white-clad man's fresh blood, craved this unprecedented prey before its eyes.

"Run?" Ao Yulie waved a hand. "No, just fought enough. What comes next has nothing to do with me. After all, I'm merely a handsome, dashing white dragon horse."

He was actually a pacifist.

My main business, Ao Yulie's, is "transportation"; cheerleading and shouting '666' is the side gig. Fighting and such? Merely occasional.

Bullying kids is fine. An evenly matched opponent like this? Fight once and be done.

Truth be told, if it came to a death match, Ao Yulie could take down Zhu Buwen.

Right, no mistake — he could win, but there was no need.

Today's posturing went rather well; he even got a swell of pride. The 'strongman experience card' has been used up. Now he's just a salted dragon.

Fighting is out of the question.

Can only watch Master take the field while he shouts '666' from the sidelines.

"Don't think about escaping!"

Clearly, with Zhu Buwen's current brain capacity, he couldn't take in Ao Yulie's words.

He roared, body flashing, appearing before Ao Yulie seated on the ground, a blade chopping down.

Ao Yulie neither dodged nor evaded, wearing a "baring his neck for slaughter" look.

The blade halted before Ao Yulie's forehead, its qi gusting his long hair.

"This saber..."

Tang Luo stood beside Ao Yulie, reaching out to grasp the Black Flame Demon Saber. "Interesting."

A pat of the hand.

Zhu Buwen, together with the Black Flame Demon Saber, flew backward, crashing straight through the Black Heaven Divine Palace's main gates, and with a series of impacts, seemed to have smashed deep into the building's interior.

"Master, how is it?" Ao Yulie looked at Tang Luo.

"Not entirely certain, but it does bear some resemblance —" Tang Luo paused, walking toward the Black Heaven Divine Palace. "Nine-Tooth Nail Rake."