Constrained at Every Turn

The Moth Emperor opened all her orifices, spewing out pink phosphorescent powder. With the flapping of her wings, she conjured an endless sea of flowers. The red flowers were enchanting and beautiful, vying to release their fragrance, spreading endlessly in all directions under the gloomy sky. The flowers were pink with a hint of red, with strange shapes and petals curled back like dragon claws, carrying a hallucinogenic poison.

This is not a simple illusion, but a combination of poison and illusion. The true form of the Moth Emperor is hidden within one of the red flowers, waiting for the opponent to reveal a weakness.

Si Ming had cultivated the Divine Firmament Soul Body, making his soul exceptionally strong. Although it wasn't enough to exempt him from illusions, it allowed him to clearly perceive their existence. He first used "Thousand Blades Scorching the Plains" to unleash countless fiery blades, intending to burn the flowers, but he quickly discovered that the flowers wouldn't ignite.

"Ha, using such sneaky methods, Moth Emperor, you seem guilty."

In response to Si Ming's taunt, a beam of light shot out from the right without warning. Si Ming had no time to dodge and was struck squarely on the wrist, causing the Vermilion Flame Sword to fly out of his hand.

"Verbal provocation, that's the real sign of weakness, because all you have left are your mouths." The Moth Emperor's voice came from all directions, faint and indistinct, its location impossible to discern.

"Sigh, I just didn't want the battle to end so quickly, otherwise being described as 'the man who ends things quickly' would be terrible, wouldn't it?"

"Hmph, you frivolous brat, show me what you've got."

"Since you've put it that way, then I have no choice but to prove one thing to you."

"What?"

Men are creatures that can't withstand provocation.

Si Ming sheathed the Crimson Scorpion Evil Blade and replaced it with the Wheel-Turning King Sword. The Buddhist School sacred artifact suddenly appeared in the world, its dazzling light illuminating the world, cleansing away demons and monsters, and the sound of Buddhist chants washing away the dust of the mortal world, demonstrating its extraordinary power.

Even the Moth Emperor had to admit that this weapon looked excellent, even better than the Wheel of Time Sword. She became even more wary and prepared to face the ultimate Buddhist School technique.

However, as Si Ming's sword flashed, nine bolts of lightning suddenly appeared in mid-air, merging with Sword Qi, shining brightly and fiercely. His move was a peerless Swordsmanship of the Daoist Gate, as if the Great Emperor Zhenwu, Demon Queller had personally descended.

"Total Extermination of Yao and Ghosts!"

Thunder roared, Evil-Slaying Sword Intent pierced through the void and destroyed impurities. It was the most effective weapon against evil and poison, and it instantly shattered the pink flower sea.

Taking advantage of the Moth Emperor's surprise, Si Ming launched a powerful attack. His Demon-Slaying Sword techniques were exceptionally sharp and fierce, forcing the Moth Emperor to retreat step by step.

"What kind of Swordsmanship is this?"

With each collision, the Moth Emperor felt a sharp Sword Qi penetrate her body, which also had the effect of suppressing the Power of Anomalies, causing her excruciating pain and continuously damaging her Cultivation Body.

Previously, when fighting against the Vermilion Flame Sword, she could use the Wheel of Time Sword to defend herself. Now that the Wheel of Time Sword is broken, she has no divine weapon to contend with it. If she were to pick up any random one from the ground, it would be easily cut in half by her opponent.

Despite its fragile appearance, as if it were a work of art and would shatter at the slightest touch, the Wheel-Turning King Sword is still a top-tier divine weapon. Even if it is not renowned for its sharpness, it still possesses the ability to cut through iron like mud and sever hair with a breath.

"Before worrying about the enemy's weapons, you don't even care about the safety of your own people. You seem rather unqualified as a leader."

Upon receiving Si Ming's reminder, Moth Emperor glanced at the scene and her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected that in just a short while, the Monster Race's experts would be in such a precarious situation.

Those bald guys are too fierce!

Each of them was burly and imposing, with fierce expressions. They seemed to have specially trained in martial arts to deal with Monster Race, and they were experienced in combat. Every move they made was aimed at vital points. Although the Monster Race's physiques were different from Human Race, they could always accurately find the core location where the Power of Anomalies was stored. It should be noted that the core location of each Monster Race was different.

In addition, they formed various formations, Tuli Great Brahma Formation, the Visha Demon-Blocking Formation, the Brahma Temple Brahmana Formation, the Swastika Formation, and the Three Vehicles Heaven-Suppressing and Monster-Exterminating Formation. Each formation was well-trained and coordinated, with clear movements, and they had practiced them hundreds of times in actual combat.

These monks are ruthless; they'd rather kill than injure, showing no mercy whatsoever. They're not compassionate monks; they're more elite than elite soldiers and more ruthless than bandits.

The Moth Emperor had no idea that these monks had a centuries-old tradition of fighting against the Monster Race. Almost every one of them had relatives or fellow disciples who died at the hands of the Monster Race. Therefore, they were the bravest when fighting the Monster Race, each one fearless and willing to sacrifice themselves to protect the righteous path.

In terms of cultivation, the Monster Race were clearly superior. However, they had been suppressed for hundreds of years and were in their weakest state. Moreover, they fought individually and could not find any tacit understanding with each other. When they encountered the well-trained and experienced Glazed Temple warrior monks, they were naturally stunned in one move and then pinned to the ground and beaten. Soon, there were casualties.

Master Fadeng, the abbot of the Arhat Hall, suddenly leaped into the air, absorbed the power of the formation, and unleashed a powerful attack, "Heavenly Dragon Destroys the World," which blasted a Monster Race of Divine General Level to pieces. He roared to the sky, feeling extremely exhilarated.

Moth Emperor was distracted by the scene, Si Ming seized the opportunity to stab her arm with his One Sword. The Evil-Slaying Sword Qi prevented the wound from healing, causing her to bleed profusely.

"Now it's your turn to make a choice: abandon your people and live a life of ignominy, or stay and gamble on that sliver of hope," Si Ming said cruelly.

Chapter 704 Restrained at Every Turn

The Moth Emperor made a quick decision because she saw that Ba Shenhuang had repelled the Demon King and destroyed the Black Armor General, while the treacherous Nether Lord had run away without looking back, without any hesitation.

"They're all unreliable!"

The Moth Emperor gritted her teeth in hatred, hating both the obstruction and entanglement of Si Ming and his group, and the incompetence and treachery of her allies. She even hated the latter more, because Si Ming and his group were on opposing sides, an irreconcilable enemy-ally distinction, and were destined to fight to the death, showing no mercy whatsoever. She would have done the same thing if she were in Si Ming's position, but this Heaven-Defying Society, the Miaotian Society, had shown no sincerity whatsoever.

She had long heard of the power of the Heaven-Defying Society from Xing Daozhuang, knowing that they had many experts and a deep foundation. Yet, for such an important matter as severing the Divine Pillar, they only sent two strong individuals, one of whom was always slacking off. If they had sent more experts, they wouldn't be in such a passive position today, and perhaps the Divine Pillar would have already been successfully severed.

At this point, the Monster Race has no chance of turning the tide. The Demon King has retreated, and the Demon Beast Demon General outside will likely retreat soon as well. At that time, all the pressure will fall on the Monster Race. In fact, it won't even take that long. Once Ba Shenhuang joins the battlefield, he will become the most important asset, causing the already precarious situation to immediately become unbalanced.

Perhaps because she was forced into a corner, Moth Emperor's mind became exceptionally clear. Clues connected in her mind, and she suddenly realized that she was likely Heaven-Defying Society, and that even the Demon Race Heaven-Defying Society been manipulated by them, becoming their pawns. Their goal from the beginning was not the Divine Pillar of Nation of Valor, but rather they participated in the operation with the mindset that success would be gratifying, but failure would not be a pity, which is why they seemed so nonchalant.

"You think you can make the King of Monsters bow down? Dream on!"

The Moth Emperor raised her injured wrist, and the blood flowing from it condensed in her palm into a small blood sword. Its blade meandered like a dragon's body, becoming narrower and sharper as it went further. As if it were alive, it suddenly awakened, radiating a captivating red light. Its body twisted and turned, stirring up rolling Yin Qi, transforming into an unparalleled Sword-Ray that pierced the sky and shot towards Si Ming.

After summoning the sword, the Moth Emperor's face turned much paler, clearly indicating that she had used her Essence Blood, resulting in a depletion of her Primal Qi. However, instead of joining the attack on Si Ming with the Blood Sword, she decisively turned and flew towards her kin.

Si Ming circulated the Wheel-Turning King Sword, its clear, holy light flowing endlessly. With a turn of the blade, it drew a perfectly round arc, slicing towards the small sword of blood.

The two swords clashed without encountering any resistance. The Wheel-Turning King Sword easily cut the Blood Sword in two, but the Blood Sword suddenly split in two and continued its attack. Si Ming was unable to dodge in time, and one of the One Sword struck him, leaving a shallow bloodstain. The other sword struck the energy node of the Vermilion Bird Profound Armor, reducing its power once again.

Si Ming's expression changed. He would rather be the one hit. Others wore Profound Armor to protect themselves, but he wanted to protect Profound Armor with his own body. He immediately wielded his sword like a net to cover his body. Thus, the blood sword changed from two to four, four to eight, and then to sixteen, as if it could continue to generate endlessly.

Sixteen small swords dripping with blood floated like ghosts, their speed varying from fast to slow, their force sometimes heavy and sometimes light, truly unpredictable. In an instant, countless sword shadows materialized, enveloping Si Ming from above, below, left, right, and other directions.

Illusion?

Si Ming frowned slightly, and with a turn of his sword, the Wheel-Turning King Sword seemed to vanish from his hand, turning into a gentle breeze that perfectly intercepted all sixteen sword attacks. The sensation he felt proved that it was not an illusion.

"I'd like to see how many times you can generate this."

Si Ming immediately spun the Wheel-Turning King Sword, its sword shadows spreading out to both sides like a fan, forming a dense array of circular blades. Then, it spun through the air, the sword edges like overlapping pagodas slicing through the void in turn, cutting out sharp Sword-Ray, which overlapped and closed in circles, like a rolling wheel of blades.