The End of the King's Road (Continued)

Suddenly, flames erupted from behind, and another figure flew out from within—it was the masked female general Ruo Si, who swiftly slashed out with her axe.

Chongjing tried to dodge, but Huang Yan's palm erupted with Pale Flame that wrapped around his arm, making it difficult for him to break free. Suddenly, the battle axe, carrying a sharp Gang Qi, struck him in the back.

The Gang Qi exploded, Chongjing's back was torn open, blood spurting out. Huang Yan was about to press his advantage and capture him in one fell swoop, but Chongjing's pupils shot out a strange light, freezing Huang Yan and Ruo Si in place, causing them to pause and miss the best opportunity to pursue.

"Why!" After Chongjing, Chongjing couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, but ignoring his injuries, he asked in disbelief, "Why did you betray me? You should know that with all the crimes you've committed, it's impossible for you to return home as a 'spy.' Even if you have many reasons to clear your name, no one will let you go!"

Huang Yan was the one who proposed the plan to eliminate the top combat power of the Northern Continent. In fact, he did kill many Spirit Transformation Grandmaster with his own hands, forging an irreconcilable deep hatred. This was his pledge of loyalty. Otherwise, how could Chongjing have entrusted Huang Yan with such an important task?

In this situation, even if Huang Yan claimed that he deliberately killed the Demon Race to gain their trust, the dead would never forgive him. If he was so capable, he should sacrifice himself instead of others!

Too many people have died because of Huang Yan, to the point that no amount of righteous cause can save them. He has no other way out but to rely on the Demon Race, and can only choose to go down this dark path.

Huang Yan countered, "Why should I return to my hometown?"

Seeing that he had missed his chance, he didn't rush to attack. In any case, his opponent was seriously injured and his Primal Qi was being eroded by the Pale Flame. The longer the battle dragged on, the better for him. He continued, "I did betray you, but I did not betray the Demon Race."

Chongjing frowned. He found himself increasingly unable to understand the thoughts of these Human Race. He didn't understand what the Holy Maiden of the Mohist School was pursuing, nor did he understand what the Military God of the Military School sought. It was as if the difference in thinking between the two sides was not between humans and demons, but Demon Race and Demon Beast.

Huang Yan didn't keep them in suspense, and slowly said with his hands behind his back, "If you can't be an emperor of the human world, being a ruler of the Demon Race is also a good choice."

"... A crazy idea," Chongjing didn't know how to comment. "What makes you think you can become the Demon Emperor? Although our clan admires the strong, it doesn't mean that you can take over someone's throne just by killing them. How will you convince the people?"

"It's simple, I can give them a future, but you can't."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Yan gathered white flames in his palm, took a series of steps forward, and unleashed a palm strike from the bottom, the raging flames condensing into a heavy hammer that swung upwards.

Chongjing looked wary and was unwilling to make direct contact, because he knew that Huang Yan's martial arts were extremely insidious. Even if he blocked the palm strike, it would still have the effect of corroding bones and burning blood. The previous palm strike had made his blood boil and burn unbearably. So he pulled back while unleashing a sword aura from a distance.

In a one-on-one situation, Chongjing's strength would be enough to buy time, but unfortunately, there was also Ruo Si present, whose battle axe swept through the air, cutting off Chongjing's retreat.

Left with no other choice, Chongjing could only kick out to scare Ruo Si back. Then, with his five fingers slightly clenched, he launched a seemingly slow but actually swift attack, grabbing and seizing in mid-air. The vast and powerful energy, as mighty as a river, was drawn in and swirled, drawing in the Primal Qi that was wandering between heaven and earth. In an instant, it swarmed together and condensed into an invisible mountain that stood in front of him.

Huang Yan's Fiery Hammer struck it, and it exploded like a powder keg being ignited. The fiery energy scattered in all directions, and the earth seemed to be struck by hundreds of hammers at the same time, crackling and shattering incessantly.

"I am not only skilled in the Demon Blade Art."

With Chongjing five fingers outstretched, Chongjing made a pushing motion forward, reducing the size of the invisible mountain as it flew out, causing the air to explode one after another, creating ripples and waves of energy, extremely majestic and powerful.

"I'm not only skilled in Pale Flame."

Huang Yan leaped up lightly, as light and graceful as the wind, and as ethereal and unpredictable as the clouds. He emerged from the gaps in the energy, as if he had transformed into a fish swimming upstream. His speed was extraordinary and unbelievable. At the same time, the energy in his ten fingers suddenly surged in and out, creating a series of blurry afterimages.

Chongjing stretched out his hand and gently pressed down with his five fingers. A surge of demonic Yao Qi spread out, and black chains emerged from the void, binding Huang Yan's arms and waist. Huang Yan felt as if his hands were probing into an underwater whirlpool, completely powerless. His body felt as if it had fallen into a hurricane, without any support. Then, the black chains pulled him forcefully in different directions, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

"Soul-Startling Dream Severance!"

Ruo Si swung her battle axe and cleaved through the air, unleashing a chilling and eerie crimson Gang Qi that pierced the sky, much like the radiance of a blood-red setting sun. In a Jinghong moment, it severed the dark chains.

Huang Yan moved his hands, absorbing the remaining Gang Qi, and flicked his ten fingers, shooting out strands of spiraling finger energy. These finger energies were all in different directions. Except for two finger energies shot out by the thumbs that went in a straight line, the other eight all circled in an arc. In particular, the spiraling finger energies shot out by the two little fingers went directly around to Chongjing's back. Although the routes were different, all ten finger energies arrived at the same time.

Chongjing a deep breath, and the sound of rushing water echoed in the air, seemingly resonating with the Yao Qi within him. Dark chains that emerged from the void coiled around his body, forming a True Qi as supple as water.

The ten finger strikes penetrated the protective energy, like ten drops of water falling into a river, creating ripples that quickly subsided.

The two fought for dozens of rounds. Despite his severely injured Cultivation Body and damaged cultivation, Chongjing managed to withstand the attacks of the two Spirit Transformation experts. Although he was at a disadvantage, he did not show any signs of defeat.

"Truly astonishing, you truly deserve the title of Demon Emperor. What a pity—"

Huang Yan sighed, and suddenly the surrounding Pale Flame gathered on his body, turning him into a giant fireball, which flew out and crashed into the enemy.

Chongjing's expression changed Chongjing. He summoned the black chains again, intending to bind Huang Yan's body. However, as soon as the black chains got close, they were melted by the Pale Flame attached to Huang Yan's body. Helpless, he raised his palm to block them.

The two clashed palms again, Chongjing suddenly felt that Huang Yan's Cultivation Body had increased dramatically, even stronger than when he first launched the sneak attack. He groaned, and his Yao Qi collapsed like a receding tide, as he was injured and forced back.

"You deliberately concealed your strength?" Chongjing asked in surprise.

"Rather than saying I'm hiding my strength, it's more accurate to say I'm feigning injury." Huang Yan raised his hand, Pale Flame on the ground coiled around his arm like serpents. "My Pale Flame have the effect of burning spiritual energy. Conversely, they can also burn away the fist energy and Sword Qi that enemies inject into the body. Without the trouble of these hidden forces, the recovery from injuries will be much more efficient. Besides, apart from the battle with Ba Shenhuang, I wasn't really injured to begin with."

Chongjing said, "To feign injury, you must first be injured. From the moment you laid out your plan to ambush and kill Mad Ink, were you already planning this day?"

Huang Yan smiled and admitted, "As everyone knows, feinting to the east while attacking in the west has always been my forte."

"It's time to end this."

Ruo Si uttered his first words since the start of the war, then pushed his Cultivation Body to its limit, leaped into the air, and swung his battle axe like a falling meteor, unleashing an unparalleled momentum as he fiercely slashed at his opponent. Before he even touched the ground, it had already cracked open.

"Burning wastelands, prosperity and decline, the fickleness of human nature!"

Huang Yan also unleashed his ultimate move, a massive amount of Pale Flame erupting from his body, scorching the heavens and earth, and splitting into two attributes: Yin Sha and Yang Sha. The Yin and Yang then swirled and clashed, condensing into a giant spiral drill that charged toward his opponent.

Knowing that his life or death hung in the balance, Chongjing squeezed out the last bit of Demon Power from his body, and his right hand transformed into a palm blade, moving with the wind like a drifting cloud. A crimson blade shadow leaped and flashed, slashing through the air, like the afterglow of the evening sky, desolate and beautiful, or like surging red waves, rising and falling, but with a completely different artistic conception from the Demon Blade Art.

"Clouds Lock the Tower, One Lingering Gaze!"

This is a sword move created by Chongjing himself. The magnificent sword shadows cast boundless elegance, stunning like a beauty that could topple kingdoms. Anyone who sees it cannot help but be willing to die for this one strike.

Compared to the intense killing power of the Demon Blade Art, Chongjing's strike was filled with love for all things in the world. The blade's light was imbued with deep affection and lingering attachment, like an old man's last glance at his wife who had been his lifelong companion before he passed away.

This single strike reveals that Chongjing is indeed not a qualified leader, because a true emperor should not be so sentimental.

With a slight sway, the amorous blade easily evaded the sharp edge of the axe, which was capable of slaying ghosts and gods. With a slash from the side, it completely cleaved the indestructible Gang Qi. In the midst of the clang and shattering, a knife wound appeared on Ruo Si's chest, piercing through its abdomen and back, and blood spurted out. Even the strongest armor could not withstand a knife as soft as water.

But Huang Yan's ultimate moves came one after another. The high-speed spiraling Yin-Yang Flame Stream blocked all escape routes. Chong Chongjing, whose momentum was weakened, was powerless to break free. He had already lost a huge amount of Primal Qi due to the continuous battles, and then fought in the Pale Flame for a while. His body was almost exhausted. The power of the Amorous Blade was only half of what it used to be. He was completely suppressed in terms of momentum and could not break free.

At the critical moment, Chongjing flashed with an unusual light again, and the surrounding Spiritual Qi stagnated.

He knew that fighting the Military God in the Pale Flame would continuously deplete his Primal Qi, and the longer the battle lasted, the more disadvantageous it would be. However, he still chose to take a gamble in order to wait for his "Pupil Technique" to recover and pass the cooldown period. He used the Pupil Technique after being ambushed in order to make the Military God lower his guard against his eyes.