"You can understand my thoughts? You are indeed worthy of being a ruler, but oh, how sad it is that you became king at the wrong time.
You should have advised your parents to wait longer before bringing you into this world."
He laughed loudly.
"Hahahaaaa!
"You..." the king is tempted to curse him, but he's also ashamed that he fell for Zhou long's scheme.
Zhou long smirks and consoles him, "No need to feel the shame and curse yourself. Even I can't escape my own tricks."
The king, calming himself, pulls out an ancient jade from his pocket. "You think you're the only one with trump cards?" He cuts his finger and lets his blood drop onto the jade.
A brilliant light bursts forth from the jade, enveloping Zhou long, causing his power to plummet from level ten to level four.
"You're a lucky brat. This is my family's most treasured relic, to be used only once by a king in a lifetime. I must end you now to ensure that this treasure is not wasted."
Zhou long, though shocked, doesn't falter; instead, a fierce battle spirit ignites in his eyes. He summons his Nine Hell Sword and charges at the king.
This is what he wants from the starting. Actually he should have advanced to great ancestor realm by now and become one of the strongest person of the sacred domain under the 1st heaven.
But what stopping him is his body and heart.
He don't know why but no matter what method he tries he is unable to rank up his cultivation.
That's why he decided to face a life and death situation. Thus in this way his body can reach its upper limit and maybe he can breakthrough because of that.
After an intense hour, despite Zhou long's diminished cultivation, he fights fiercely, thanks to the unparalleled might of his sword and his battle skills, his sword is a unique treasure it possesses nine unique, deadly skills of its own. So far, he has unleashed five skills.
Both combatants are severely injured. The king, grinning through the pain, admits, "This sword truly is a treasure. Despite your lower cultivation, you're giving me a tough time."
Zhou long, heavily wounded, simply smiles in silence.
The king taunts him, "Once I eliminate you, I'll pass this sword onto my son."
Zhou long maintains his composure and declares, "Let's end this war. One move—either you win, or I do."
The king agrees, "Alright. One final move, and everything comes to an end."
He also became tired by fighting continuously. He wants to end this war quickly because it those beings from 1st heaven get the news of battle.
It will be not good for anyone.
Those beings from 1st heaven always try to maintain balance between good and evil.
They don't let any side become more powerful in fear that they will become danger to their position.
In reality, They don't want to share the resources from 1st heaven with them.
More the people, more will be the fight for resources.
While both of these combatants decided to end this war.
On the other side, the battle conditions are becoming grim. Both Zhou long's and his opponent's team are severely injured.
The king's team has already lost two or three men. On the other side Zhou long's team is yet to face any casualty.
As it stands, if this continues, Zhou long's fighters are sure to triumph.
All eyes turn to the king; their fate rests on his shoulders. Should Zhou long win, they will perish; if the king prevails, Zhou long and his followers will face annihilation.
Zhou long has become serious and decided to use most powerful skill of his nine hell sword.
He had not used this skill even once since the creation of this sword but today it is the first and maybe the last time he is going to use it.
It's true, Zhou long has not unleashed his sword's ultimate move since acquiring it, for it is far too devastating—even he fears its full potential. No one has survived to witness his seventh or eighth sword skills, let alone the ninth.
The nine hell sword have total of 9 unique skills of its own.
Each skill having devastating powet than the other.
Steeling himself, the king resolves to execute his most powerful attack. He spatters a mouthful of blood onto his sword.
He burned his blood to empower his sword. He has also become dead serious.
He roared.
"Heaven-Cutting Slash!"
He channels all his power into this final move; either he succeeds or he dies.
Meanwhile, Zhou long channels his energy into the Nine Hell Sword. The blade begins absorbing power from the very air around them, consuming blood and corpses—his own blood and flesh among them.
The space around them starts to fracture as an overwhelming surge of energy engulfs the sword.
"Void-Breaking Slash!"
Both warriors unleash their attacks simultaneously, unleashing waves of energy that collide—one dark and destructive, the other radiant and deathly.
Boom!
A cataclysmic explosion rocks the heavens, throwing everyone, from both Zhou long's and the king's teams, hundreds of kilometers away.
As the dust settles, all eyes are glued to the center of the battlefield, eager to discover the victor.
To everyone's shock, the king kneels, breathless and frozen in disbelief. His eyes are wide open in horror before he succumbs.
On the other hand, Zhou long remains alive, bloodied and barely recognizable. His hair is matted red, and although he is grievously injured, he still draws breath.
"Bai wan exclaimed, 'We're all doomed now.'"
They drop their weapons out of fear, hoping that zhou long will spare them or grant them a swift death. Heartbroken, they have lost their will to fight, incapable of directing a word at him.
A terror has permeated their hearts; no matter Zhou long's condition, they are paralyzed with fear.
The dragon and phoenix, his loyal soul pets, start to disintegrate—they cannot endure such pressure, and with Zhou long's imminent peril, their fate is entwined with his.
There life is linked with Zhou long's life. Zhou long has faced grave injuries which also affects them.
As Zhou long prepares to take a healing pill, a sword pierces through his chest, causing the pill to fall to the ground.
He turns, shock coursing through him. For the first time in this war, he is caught off guard.
To his disbelief, his favorite disciple whom he treat like his own child, Zhou yue, is the one who has betrayed him.
One word escapes his lips: "Why?"
Zhou yue answers with a smile, "Because two lions cannot share one den. I want to seize control of this blessed land, claim all your treasures, and attain the fame that comes with it."
" I want to become the demon queen from whom every people of sacred domain would fear."
She steps closer, whispering in his ear, "And the most important thing I desire... is the legacy of the ancient god you possess."
Zhou long's heart sinks.
Zhou yue's confident tone continues, "You've been so cunning, master. I've seen you reading that ancient god manual in your cultivation chamber."
Disappointment washes over him. "Do you really think you could spy on me unnoticed? I knew all along. My heart didn't want to believe that the disciple I trusted most would betray me. I allowed you to see that manual, its me who allowed you to spy on me"
" Do you really think you can spy on me without my permission?"
"And to be truthful, I cannot read it myself. If I could, I would have already taught you its methods."
Zhou yue falters for a moment, but quickly regains her composure. "You can't deceive me, master. I know how treacherous and crafty you are; you're lying."
"Don't worry," she says confidently, "I'll make sure to take care of that legacy for you. Goodbye, master." She forms a fist enveloped in energy.
A resigned smile crosses Zhou long's face as he replies, "Goodbye."
With the last remnants of his strength, he prepares to self-detonate, unleashing a cataclysmic explosion from his sea of dantian.
Boom!
The world trembles as the battle reaches its final, devastating conclusion...
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