Sacred Sword Divine Power

The moment the Sacred Sword was drawn, boundless Sword Qi erupted, forming a double sword array in the sky and on the earth. The celestial array was yang, and the terrestrial array was yin. The two arrays were linked, and the dense Sword Qi formed a small world that enveloped the Holy Maiden and the Demon Emperor, isolating them from the outside world.

"So it also has its own formation. But now we can't observe it; we can only sense its aura."

Si Ming glanced at them, then without turning his head, threw a punch, forcing back the two Demon Kings who were trying to attack the sword formation. He then righteously rebuked them, "This is a fair duel between kings, how dare you interfere? Don't you have any dignity as warriors?"

At this moment, he had completely forgotten his previous belief that engaging in one-on-one combat on the battlefield was foolish.

The Demon King Chang Qing sneered, "What kind of fair duel is it to surround someone with a sword formation?"

"This sword formation was created by the Holy Maiden herself, not by outsiders. How is that unfair? If you're so capable, why don't you create your own formation in a flash? I promise I won't complain about it being unfair."

Demon King Zhen Hu said, "If you're so capable, then don't use formations."

"Formations are one of our skills, so why can't we use them? Just because I know formations and you don't, does that mean I can't use them? You Demon Race can transform, but we Human Race can't. Are you not allowed to transform, or are you incompetent?" Si Ming was happy to use his verbal attacks to buy time.

"How can you lump these two together? That's something we already know," Zhen Hu retorted.

"Those who are born with talent are considered remarkable, while those who learn later are deemed inferior—what kind of rule is this? Making up for innate deficiencies through hard work is such an inspiring and admirable act, deserving much encouragement. Over-reliance on innate talent and underestimating the importance of learning is why your Demon Race is declining. You've dampened the enthusiasm of your people for learning, and you should be reflecting on this. I suggest you launch a rectification campaign within your clan to unify thinking and eliminate these Evil Qi..."

In terms of verbal sparring, the Demon Race, accustomed to determining hierarchy through force, was no match for Si Ming and was rendered speechless. It wasn't until the Demon General had come with him were fighting against the Spirit Transformation Grandmaster on the city wall that they finally realized what was happening.

"He's stalling for time; ignore his nonsense!"

Chang Qing pushed his hands forward, which instantly transformed into thick tree roots that wrapped around Si Ming. At the same time, his body trembled, and millions of leaves carrying Gang Qi swept out, covering the sky and the earth.

"I don't deny that I was stalling for time, but what I said was not nonsense, but sound advice. Unfortunately, the truth is never pleasant to hear."

Si Ming clenched his fist, channeling his divine power, and with a single blow, blasted the massive tree root, dozens of feet long, into a shower of flying wood chips. He completely ignored the flying leaves of Gang Qi, letting them strike his body with clanging sounds, yet not even breaking his skin.

"Dragon Whale Raises a Hundred Tides!"

With Zhen Hu roar, Yao Qi transformed into a gigantic phantom of a dragon whale, crashing into the sword formation with the force of a collapsing mountain and a tsunami. Compared to their previous encounter, he had become more proficient in using this move, and his power was more concentrated.

Si Ming flashed to the front of the dragon whale phantom, spread his ten fingers and pressed them on the giant head. The immense force pushed it back quickly, but it stopped just before it came into contact with the sword formation.

"Move it!"

Zhen Hu roared repeatedly, urging his strength onward. The dragon whale phantom lashed its tail, stirring up the air and creating ripples of energy like a storm. But Si Ming remained motionless, standing steadily in the air. After a brief stalemate, he even released one hand, using only one hand to block Zhen Hu's attack.

"Last time, even the three Demon Kings and the Military God couldn't do anything to me. Now, you dare to attack me with just two people? Who gave you the courage?!"

Si Ming suddenly snapped his fingers forward, and the illusory image of the dragon whale instantly collapsed. He flashed forward and closed in, his hands moving in rapid succession, each with completely different strengths. His left hand used the Vajra Divine Ability, which was fierce and unparalleled, while his right hand used the ethereal Cloud and Smoke, which was light and unpredictable. He mastered both the hard and soft power to a high degree.

Moreover, he could switch between them at will. His left hand could switch from the Vajra Palm to the Si Clan's unique technique of using the opponent's force against them. His right hand could switch from the Ethereal Palm Force to the Drought God Palm, which was filled with scorching winds.

Zhen Hu had never encountered such superb martial arts skills before. In less than three exchanges, his defenses were broken, leaving him wide open. He took a solid blow to the chest from Si Ming's "Scorched Earth for a Thousand Li" technique, and immediately spat out boiling blood, with blood blisters from burns appearing on his body.

Chang Qing had intended to join the attack from both sides, but she hadn't expected Zhen Hu to be defeated so quickly. Before she could even join the battle, Zhen Hu was repelled, and it became a one-on-one situation again.

Knowing she was no match for Si Ming, she switched to entanglement combat, unleashing thousands of tendrils from her body as if a forest were hidden within her. These tendrils all possessed the ability to absorb vital Primal Qi; once entangled, they could drain a living person into a dried-up corpse in a single breath. Even if blocked by her True Qi, they could still cling to her like leeches and absorb her True Qi.

When he joined forces with the Demon Emperor to assassinate Spirit Transformation Grandmaster, Chang Qing used this method to drain the Jing Essence Qi Essence of many Spirit Transformation Grandmaster. This not only healed the injuries he sustained while besieging Si Ming, but also greatly improved his Cultivation Body, propelling him to become the leader of the Four Great Demon King —now one of the Three Great Demon King.

Si Ming was unaware that Chang Qing possessed such abilities. After all, during their last encounter, Chang Qing had been severely injured and forced to retreat before he could even display his Divine Ability. However, he was not stupid and would not obediently allow his opponent to entangle him. He immediately formed his palms into blades, enveloping them in fiery energy.

"Thousand Blades Scorching the Plains!"

Thousands of scorching sword energies slashed through the air, severing all of Chang Qing's branches. The remaining force forced Chang Qing to dodge hastily, but after dodging, she immediately shot out thousands more branches, continuing to entangle Si Ming.

The branches and leaves within Chang Qing's body are like the insects evolved from the Mengying; although not endless, they are abundant enough to sustain her for three days and three nights, so she is happy to wage a war of attrition.

After Si Ming slashed the sword three times in a row, he finally showed impatience. He reached out and the Dragon Scale Sword fell into his palm. He activated his Yuan Gong and the Imperial Long Aotian Sword Technique immediately appeared.

"Fair-Weather Thunder Stirs, the Hibernating Dragon Rises!"

Thunder roared, and the vast Sword Qi transformed into a divine dragon soaring into the sky, graceful and agile, yet carrying an immense and domineering momentum, following a mysterious trajectory as it lunged and bit towards Chang Qing.

"Myriad Phenomena Arrayed Like a Forest!"

Chang Qing hastily unleashed his ultimate move, his ten fingers trembling rapidly as he drew circles in the air. Circles of azure light rippled outwards, like invisible rings of energy dancing and floating out. Incredibly thick tree roots emerged from the void, attempting to bind and seal the divine dragon.

Si Ming used his Sword Qi to transform into a dragon, breaking through layers of blockades with unstoppable momentum. However, Chang Qing retreated while summoning, and rings of green flying rings descended heavily, seemingly endless, grinding away the sharpness of his Sword Qi. He felt as if he were wearing heavy shackles, his agility becoming clumsy and his speed becoming sluggish.

"Oh, so you actually managed to block my One Sword. I underestimated all the heroes of the world."

The sword move failed, but Si Ming didn't care. It was just a starting move to determine whether the opponent was a formidable foe or a weakling. However, the Imperial Dragon Heaven-Defying Sword Art was so powerful and domineering that even a starting move had great power, and it was as if it were an ultimate move.

Si Ming immediately urged his Sword-Ray again, his fighting spirit increasing rather than decreasing. He let out a low shout, and his sword momentum, which had been showing signs of fatigue, suddenly surged as if 300,000 tons of fuel for a space station had been added.

"With a sword drawn, stars race across ten thousand miles, slaying all!"

Sword Qi transformed Sword Qi a dragon, and the dragon transformed into Evil-Slaying Sword Qi was fierce and sharp, unstoppable, slicing through one emerald green energy ring after another. Its speed was as fast as lightning, leaving Chang Qing no time to retreat. In the blink of an eye, the Sword Qi was upon her. She tried to dodge, but was surrounded by countless fine Sword Qi, with nowhere to hide.

With a loud bang, broken branches flew everywhere, and shattered leaves scattered. A large blue bird flew out from the explosion, its wings seemingly composed of lotus leaves, and its whole body radiated a strong life force. It was Chang Qing's original demonic form.

She let out a furious cry at Si Ming, her feathers shooting out in a flurry of arrows, the attack fierce and swift, yet the imagery was exquisitely beautiful, like a torrential downpour or pear blossoms falling.

At the same time, Zhen Hu had stabilized his injuries. He urged his Demon Power forward, and a fierce wind suddenly roared and swirled. The clouds in the sky were carried and condensed into a ferocious dragon. The dragon exhaled with the force of a storm, causing the grass and trees on the ground to bow their heads. The trees were like fully drawn bowstrings, creaking under the strain, as if they would collapse and break at any moment.

"The Demon Dragon Holds Up Ten Thousand Seas!"

The two demons joined forces, one using a dense barrage of attacks to block Si Ming's retreat, and the other concentrating their power to forcefully break through from the center. This offensive was quite similar to the "Sword Rises, Stars Gallop, Ten Thousand Miles of Slaughter" technique that Si Ming had just used.

"The two of you together are actually stronger than the four of you together last time. Ha, this is what makes a fight interesting."

Perhaps it was due to their excellent teamwork, or perhaps it was because the Demon King Changqing had greatly improved his skills and revealed his true form, but in any case, the pressure that the two of them put on Si Ming was even greater than in their previous encounter. Moreover, both demons were wary of him using the "Return to Evil, Shift the Stars and Divide the Dipper" move again, so they used physical attacks as the medium and dared not use pure energy.