Chapter 262: Ruthless Sword Draw, Vastness Under the Setting Sun

It seemed all of this was already within Lan Ying’s expectations. Although Liu Yi’s sword was sharp, it was powerless against the techniques of “Heavenly Chapter.” Was his defeat predetermined the moment he drew his sword? At that moment, the purplish-red lightning was slowly approaching, emitting a violent roar in space.

Liu Yi tightly grasped the black hilt with his left hand, his red eyes coldly scanning Lan Ying’s face as he sneered, “You’re celebrating too early. Whether the power of ‘Heavenly Chapter’ is strong or weak depends only on whether it was created by Pangu for the Nirvana beings from seven thousand years ago. But the true demons—even Pangu has never seen them…”

There was hidden meaning in Liu Yi’s words. After speaking, Lan Ying was stunned. Impossible—Nirvana beings were true demons. How could it be said that even Pangu had never seen them? Of course, outsiders had no idea that true demons must possess a heart of darkness. And at that moment, Liu Yi was the only demon with such a heart. Thus, Pangu had never encountered true demons. Relatively speaking, Nirvana beings were demons, but not true demons with a heart of darkness. In simpler terms, it was just a matter of power classification.

As soon as Liu Yi finished speaking, the first streak of purple lightning touched his body. He did not dodge. He knew it was useless. No matter how his body changed, whether he went to heaven or earth, this so-called thunderstorm power would follow him. So rather than trying to avoid it, it was better to use the best attack to counter it.

With the first lightning strike, instantly, all the lightning surrounded him from above and below. Strangely, when this purple lightning touched Liu Yi’s body, nothing happened. Yet, the dragon shadows around his body became clearer under the contact of the purple lightning. Liu Yi’s blood-red eyes remained fixed on Lan Ying, a subtle smile appearing on his lips.

Seeing that Liu Yi showed no special reaction, Lan Ying finally showed surprise on his face. How could this be? That thunderstorm power could be considered one of the top skills in “Heavenly Chapter,” with unimaginable power. Anyone caught in its grasp had no chance of survival. And precisely because of this, it consumed a great deal of one’s vital energy and physical strength. Even a god like Pangu wouldn’t be able to stand here so easily if caught by it.

Liu Yi smiled slightly and finally said, “Well? Did I disappoint you? Perhaps you don’t know that there’s a special attribute within my body—namely, ‘thunder.’ Your skill won’t cause any conflict with my body… How about you take a look?” What Liu Yi meant was the Purple Dragon left behind by the Earthly Seed. The Purple Dragon possessed the attribute of thunder. Compared to this ancient Earthly Seed, the categorized skills of “Heavenly Chapter” couldn’t compare to the specialized powers of an elf. Moreover, Liu Yi had now integrated the Purple Dragon into his own body.

As soon as Liu Yi finished speaking, he suddenly raised his right foot and slammed it down forcefully, shouting loudly. With a buzzing sound of purple lightning surrounding his body, a dragon roar rose, and a purple dragon immediately appeared within Liu Yi’s body. The dragon was not very large, only a few zhang long, circling above Liu Yi while staring at the blue figure with its dark green eyes.

Liu Yi’s body was surrounded by the force of thunderstorms, emitting a buzzing sound, with purple lightning filling the darkness around him. At this moment, Liu Yi stood out sharply, especially his blood-red eyes, which seemed almost terrifying. His messy white hair fluttered in the lightning as he said coldly, “Well? Do you have anything else to say? If not, then you’d better get ready to face my counterattack.” Liu Yi spoke slowly, but as soon as he finished the last word, his body moved swiftly.

He bent slightly, gripping the sword hilt at his waist with his left hand while slowly reaching for the black sword handle with his right. Amidst the intense impact of the purple lightning, Liu Yi’s right hand moved inch by inch toward the hilt. At the same time, a layer of black energy surrounded his body, floating like hair strands in the purple lightning.

Meanwhile, the entire sword was enveloped in black energy. Liu Yi focused his gaze on the person before him and said coldly, “Sword of Cutting Heaven.” As his right hand touched the black hilt, the blue figure finally reacted. Though it had never seen this sword before, judging from Liu Yi’s state, he was clearly going all out—especially with his enhanced power. In an instant, the blue figure quickly formed gestures with both hands, summoning twelve white light balls…

But it was too slow. The moment the thunderstorm force ceased and the twelve light balls flew back, Liu Yi’s right hand moved. With a clang, the black sword blade emerged from its sheath. There was no further action—everything seemed to happen at the same time: drawing the sword, swinging it, and sheathing it in an instant. With another clang, as the twelve white light balls returned, Liu Yi’s sword light had already made contact with something.

Liu Yi slowly stood up. A green light wall appeared in front of the blue figure, blocking Liu Yi’s sword strike, producing a clanging sound upon collision. As the light wall flickered, Su Shao appeared beside the blue figure. Liu Yi frowned slightly. Su Shao’s intervention was entirely within his expectations, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly! Could it be… he had realized that Liu Yi’s strike was fatal?

Liu Yi was well aware that although he hadn’t intended to kill the blue figure at first—only wanting to rescue Yu Chenxing and the others from this dark space—he suddenly wanted to kill the person before him. Ignoring all consequences, he used his strongest and most concentrated sword technique, aiming to split the blue figure in two.

But the sudden appearance of Su Shao made him frown. It seemed that the latter’s cultivation level was by no means inferior to Lan Ying’s—indeed, it might even be higher. Perhaps Su Shao had seen how formidable Lan Ying was and thus stepped in to save him. But given the current situation, they had to rescue Yu Chenxing and the others. Otherwise, now that Su Shao had intervened, Lan Ren and the other monarchs would likely take action as well. Leaving aside whether he himself would be in danger, the safety of Lei Jun, Ming Wang, and Yu Chenxing would definitely be at risk. For now, the only option was to leave this place and plan for revenge later. Liu Yi wasn’t stupid enough to throw himself into danger under the opponent’s plans.

Lan Ying, who had barely escaped death, suddenly burst into laughter. He glanced at Su Shao beside him and then said to Liu Yi, “It seems… your strength is truly great. But have you ever thought about what would happen if everyone here decided to kill you? Would you still be confident?” Haha, as he finished speaking, Lan Ying laughed even louder.

Lan Ying’s words shocked Yu Chenxing, who worriedly looked at Liu Yi. It seemed Lei Jun also realized the severity of the situation. Everything seemed to be within Lan Ying’s plan. Clearly, he had openly rebelled during this banquet.

Liu Yi naturally knew that even if the other monarchs joined forces, dealing with Su Shao and Lan Ying alone would already be difficult for him, not to mention with Lei Jun injured and Ming Wang occupied. Yet Liu Yi’s expression didn’t change at all. He simply smiled coldly and said, “Emperor, perhaps you’re laughing too early. I should remind you of something—have you heard of the saying that dead people tell lies?”

As soon as Liu Yi said this, everyone’s expression changed. Dead people tell lies? What did that mean? But since Liu Yi had mentioned it now, it must signify something. Hearing this, Lan Ying immediately stopped laughing and asked coldly, “What do you mean?”

Liu Yi glanced at Yu Chenxing beside him, deliberately turned to walk over, and said, “You’ve never heard of dead people telling lies? Then I can show you or explain it to you. Some people are already dead, yet they still have thoughts and can speak. The reason is simple—such people don’t realize they’re dead. Those who don’t believe they’re dead can often continue to do things that living people can do, like speaking a few words.” Suddenly, Liu Yi turned around, his blood-red eyes flashing as they landed on Lan Ying’s forehead.

That glance filled Lan Ying with unprecedented tension, and he blurted out, “You’re saying I’m lying.”

Liu Yi smiled coldly and said, “No, you’re not dead.”

Lan Ying suddenly burst into laughter again. But after the laughter, he felt a cool sensation on his forehead. Then, something sticky slid down from it. After that, he heard Liu Yi’s icy voice say, “Although you’re not dead, those words still apply to you. You’re too confident and arrogant. You don’t even realize you’re injured. Do you think my sword could be easily blocked? I don’t know how powerful Asura’s strength is, but I’m confident in my own sword. It’s just… you should thank the person beside you for saving you. Without that energy shield, you would have died under my sword long ago.”

Liu Yi’s words were icy cold, like demons from hell, devouring people’s souls. The wound on Lan Ying’s forehead from that sword strike wasn’t severe, but the power behind it left a mark in his heart. If it weren’t for Su Shao, he might have truly died. The sword in the person before him was terrifying—capable of injuring him even under the gaze of the “Heavenly Chapter” and the Asura Demon God. If that were the case, it was only a matter of time before this person took his life. The only thing to do was to eliminate this great enemy as soon as possible.

Just as Lan Ying finished speaking, Liu Yi’s sword moved again, and he said coldly, “Let’s see how you defend yourself this time.” With that, he mercilessly drew out the black sword. As the black light condensed, he shouted, “Formless Sword Return!” Along with the sound, three black sword flashes formed in front of Liu Yi. At the same time, with a clang, the sword returned to its sheath.

Su Shao, of course, didn’t dare neglect things. The barrier he had hastily created earlier hadn’t fully blocked that sword strike. Now that Liu Yi was prepared, this strike would surely be even more powerful than before. He moved swiftly, and two green lights appeared on the ground, quickly forming two light shields. Lan Ying was also prepared—twelve light balls rapidly condensed into one light shield. In an instant, three light shields—two green and one white—blocked their path.

But with several clangs, Lan Ying thought to himself, “This isn’t good.” Indeed, he had been careless. Now that he was prepared, Liu Yi wouldn’t take risks here easily. His target now wasn’t him but the white net surrounding the King of the Underworld. After that sword strike, the white net fell apart like a broken thread. At the same time, a black shadow appeared in an instant, lifting Yu Chenxing and Lei Jun before vanishing into the darkness. Finally, only cold words remained in the space: “Today’s battle is just the beginning of your nightmare. As long as Liu Yi’s demon sword exists, your suffering will never end.” Liu Yi’s words were as cold as a curse, yet like a true nightmare, they lingered in Lan Ying’s mind. The speed of his opponent was unbelievable, and he could vanish in this dark space in an instant. Who exactly was he…

Things began to turn strange. In Lan Ying’s eyes, everything had seemed predestined, but now it had become uncontrollable. Yet, that was the reality. The fault lay with him. One must not base one’s success or failure on imagined scenarios—it’s unrealistic. Perhaps now, Lan Ying could finally understand the subtle relationship between plans and changes.

Liu Yi moved, transforming into a streak of black light. In the sky, as the sun set, a blood-red dragon was wrapped in the black light. On top of the dragon stood Liu Yi, Yu Chenxing, Lei Jun, the King of the Underworld, and four elders. As they moved swiftly, the white clouds retreated rapidly. In the warm afterglow of the sunset, Liu Yi’s figure stood tall. His eyes stared into the distance, his white hair covering his gaze. He seemed to be thinking about something.

The Dragon Emperor moved at incredible speed. Amidst the light emitted by his massive body, everyone rushed forward like black meteors across the sky, heading toward the distant City of Tearsless. The tall King of the Underworld, his golden armor shining brilliantly under the setting sun, spoke in a cold voice from behind his mask: “Rebels will not end well.” His words were carried away by the wind, yet they reached Liu Yi’s ears.

Liu Yi’s emotionless face finally showed a slight movement as he said, “Don’t be too hasty. You should think more comprehensively than they do. The reason Lan Ying rebelled against you is that he must have been prepared and had the ability to do so. Otherwise, given Lan Ying’s character, how could he commit such a foolish act?” Liu Yi spoke calmly, not loudly, but everyone heard him clearly.

Lei Jun’s face remained pale. It seemed he hadn’t recovered since Lan Ying attacked with the ‘Chapter of Heaven.’ But now, he grew even angrier and said, “Don’t be impulsive! It’s easy for you to say that. Have you seen that ungrateful wretch’s ugly face? How can you expect anyone to stay calm? I must kill him with my own hands!”

Liu Yi shook his head, still staring ahead, and said, “So what? Do you think you can kill him? Impulsiveness only brings punishment. All you can do is calm down and assess both yourself and your opponent.” His words were flat, almost empty, but they gradually calmed everyone down.

The King of the Underworld pondered for a moment before saying, “Perhaps he’s right. We should calm down. I think… I still understand Lan Ying’s personality. He wouldn’t do anything without being sure. Without the help of the True Demons, Lan Ying’s plan might have already succeeded by now.”

Liu Yi added, “Yes. No matter how angry we are, it’s useless. Do you think impulsiveness can kill your opponent? As you can see, the other rulers don’t even intend to act. Clearly, they’re already under Lan Ying’s control… And what worries me isn’t those rulers at all.”

The King of the Underworld nodded, as if realizing something, and said, “You mean… that young Demon God?”

Liu Yi finally nodded slightly. His face, bathed in the sunset, looked serious as he said, “The Demon God originally didn’t have a true form. Now that the young man has fully merged with the Nine Nether Demon God, it has acquired a true form. That’s its weakness—and of course, its strength. With that body, the power of the Nine Nether Demon God can be fully unleashed, unimpeded by any curses. What’s more terrifying is that he has absorbed the powers of other ghost clan leaders. In other words, this Demon God’s power is far more terrifying than Lan Ying’s.”

Yu Chenxing listened to their conversation. Though usually extremely cunning, she didn’t know what to do now and blurted out, “So what should we do?” Actually, it wasn’t her fault. Since childhood, she had no concept of the King of the Underworld’s Palace. In her mind, there was only one father. So, even though Lan Ying had seized the palace and rebelled against the King of the Underworld, she felt no hatred. All she felt was panic about not knowing what to do.

Listening to Yu Chenxing’s words, the King of the Underworld showed no reaction. At that moment, he was completely consumed by anger. Although he said he needed to stay calm, it wasn’t something he could do so quickly. The others also had no ideas. Liu Yi frowned and looked at the increasingly visible City of Tearsless in the distance, saying, “How should we proceed? I think… we don’t need to do anything. Lan Ying is a smart man. Since his rebellion hasn’t succeeded yet, he will surely come up with another plan soon. All we need to do is wait quietly and think of a way to get rid of him during that time.”
In fact, Liu Yi already had his own plans. It was too early to go after Lan Ying for revenge; he still had some things unfinished. So, he didn’t want to leave any regrets behind. Lan Ying’s strength was incomparable to that of the Demon God, not to mention that Liu Yi didn’t want Lan Ying to die at the hands of the King of the Underworld. The grudges between them couldn’t be resolved by mere life or death.
With these thoughts in mind, Liu Yi once again gazed at the clearly visible City of Tearsless before him…