Only Fight to the Death (Asking for Votes)

"Crack."

At that moment, the Water Element Shield's defense finally shattered as well, and the chain transformed into a venomous snake that lunged straight at Song Changsheng.

"Blazing Sun Formation, rise!" Song Changsheng held his hands aloft, and dense crimson formation patterns appeared beneath his feet, instantly enveloping everyone within.

An illusory Great Sun appeared above his head. The instant the "venomous snake" touched its scorching light, it let out a sizzle and rose into a cloud of Blood Mist.

"Damn it!" The demonic cultivator hurriedly withdrew his chain. In that brief moment, the once-smooth chain had become pitted and scarred, making his heart bleed.

"Arrogant brat, die for this old man!" The Qi Condensation Eighth Layer demonic cultivator shouted furiously and unleashed a scarlet Treasure Pearl, smashing it down with dense Blood Fiend Qi.

Song Changsheng controlled the formation with one hand while forming a Magic Incantation with the other. The Treasure Gourd immediately spun rapidly and collided with the Treasure Pearl, the two locked in an evenly matched struggle.

"This brat is troublesome. Attack together."

The remaining three each brought out Magic Artifacts, and all four attacked at once, greatly increasing Song Changsheng's pressure.

The Magic Incantation in his hands shifted without pause. With a hum, twelve triangular Formation Flags emerged from underground. Song Changsheng's eyes blazed as he roared, "Scorching Sun Burning the Sky!"

The blazing sun overhead immediately turned orange-red, while flames began rising from the ground out of thin air. In mere moments, the area covered by the grand formation had become a sea of fire.

These flames were unlike ordinary fire. Once they touched the body, they clung like Maggots on Bone, nearly impossible to shake off. The cultivators had no choice but to use most of their Spiritual Power to block the flames.

And this gave Song Changsheng an opening. The character "fire" in his right palm appeared, and at that moment, the entire sea of flames bent to his will.

"Fire Rain Technique."

Song Changsheng pressed down with his right hand, and the "blazing sun" in midair immediately scattered a rain of fire.

Bolstered by the entire formation and the exquisite control of the Water-Fire Control Technique, the power of this first-tier fire spell surged tremendously. Even the Qi Condensation Ninth Layer demonic cultivator could not ignore it and had to face it with utmost caution.

For a moment, Song Changsheng actually suppressed all four opponents.

But Song Changsheng's brow remained tightly furrowed. He knew this was only temporary. His Spiritual Power could not sustain such consumption for long; he had to find a way to break the situation.

"It's you." His gaze settled on a short demonic cultivator. He possessed only Qi Condensation Fourth Layer cultivation and was already showing signs of exhaustion.

Song Changsheng's feet moved in a blur. The short demonic cultivator only saw a flash before a figure appeared in front of him.

The demonic cultivator was horrified and immediately circulated his demonic technique to resist. Yet Song Changsheng flicked a finger, and a mass of flame instantly pierced through his head.

Before the dead demonic cultivator could fall, his body turned to ashes amid the blazing flames.

"Ninth Brother!" The Qi Condensation Ninth Layer demonic cultivator's Eyes Burst with Rage as he pounced at Song Changsheng, the chain in his hand moving with uncanny agility.

Song Changsheng was careless for a moment and was grazed on the arm by the chain, a chunk of flesh immediately torn away.

"Fight!"

His injury did not frighten Song Changsheng. Instead, it ignited the fighting spirit in his chest. A trace of resolve appeared in his eyes as he took a Porcelain Bottle from his Universe Bag and gulped down more than half of it.

Song Changsheng's eyes immediately widened. He felt a violent surge of Spiritual Power erupt from his Zhongwan Acupoint and flood through his Four Limbs and Hundred Bones.

His Spiritual Power, which had been on the verge of depletion, instantly swelled.

"Ah—" Song Changsheng roared toward the sky. The Treasure Gourd erupted, blasting away all the Magic Artifacts entangled with it and sending them back to their owners.

At that moment, he held the Water-Fire Treasure Gourd in hand, with a blazing sun suspended overhead and several fire dragons winding around his body, like a war god.

"How is this possible..." The demonic cultivators were utterly stunned by the sight. Was this Spiritual Power something a Qi Condensation Cultivator could possess?

"Control!"

Song Changsheng thrust both arms forward, and the fire dragons coiling at his sides shot out instantly. The last Qi Condensation Fourth Layer demonic cultivator was caught off guard and directly turned to ashes.

"Damn it, we'll fight you to the death." Ruthlessness replaced the expressions of the two remaining demonic cultivators. One attacked from the left and the other from the right, striking at Song Changsheng simultaneously.

Song Changsheng's meridians and Dantian were aching from being stretched by the vast Spiritual Power. This was the perfect time to release it.

"Come!"

The entire grand formation seemed to come alive at that instant. The twelve Formation Flags circled Song Changsheng, while the "blazing sun" in the sky crashed down with a thunderous boom, charging straight at the Qi Condensation Eighth Layer demonic cultivator.

The prolonged effort of resisting the burning flames had consumed a huge amount of his Spiritual Power. Now, facing the "blazing sun" sweeping down upon him, he sorrowfully realized that he seemed utterly powerless to resist.

He could only watch helplessly as the "blazing sun" swallowed him...

"Pfft."

Song Changsheng's all-out strike killed the Qi Condensation Eighth Layer demonic cultivator, but he paid a price as well. The chain slammed heavily into his chest, and for a moment, he felt as though his Five Organs and Six Bowels were being violently shaken.

"Come and fight me to the death." Blood stained the corner of Song Changsheng's mouth, but his eyes were filled with madness. At that moment, he feared nothing.

"Arrogant!" The last demonic cultivator was already extremely weak, but there was no retreat path left now. Only one of them could survive.

"Blood Demon Great Technique!"

The demonic cultivator bellowed, and a layer of bloodlight instantly appeared around his body. He had begun burning his own Life Force.

Song Changsheng remained unafraid. With blazing eyes, he said, "Today, I will make sure you cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation!"

In an instant, the two collided with a thunderous crash. Dazzling light flashed, the sea of fire churned, and amid their crossing figures, one person crashed to the ground before turning into ashes in the blink of an eye.

When the flames gradually dispersed, only Song Changsheng remained, kneeling on one knee amid Formation Flags shattered into fragments.

"Cough, cough, cough. Qi Condensation Ninth Layer cultivators really are powerful." Song Changsheng clutched his chest and Stood Up unsteadily. It had only been a miserable victory.

He took several Healing Pills, then looked around. Everything within several hundred meters had been burned bare. Fortunately, he had deliberately controlled the flames, or this mountain might have been reduced to scorched earth.

The demonic cultivators had all turned to ashes. Only their Magic Artifacts and Universe Bags had survived the blazing flames.

He gathered them up and, after resting briefly to regulate his breath, prepared to go provide Reinforcements to Song Luding and the others.

Before he could move, a killing voice came from not far away. "Second Child and the others actually died by your hand. I really underestimated you."

Song Changsheng followed the voice and saw four Black Robe Persons emerge from the dense forest.

The Masked Person tossed the unconscious Song Changying onto the ground and said coldly, "Those two old fools have already gone down to the Yellow Springs. Hand over those brats, or I guarantee she'll beg for death."

Song Changsheng's Eyes Burst with Rage as he shouted, "Beast!"

"Hmph. If you don't talk, I'll crush her head right now!" The Masked Person stepped on Song Changying's head, his tone brimming with threat.

Just as Song Changsheng found himself caught between advancing and retreating, a streak of Rainbow Light descended from the heavens, carrying an icy voice. "You aren't qualified!"

The Masked Person only saw a blur before the three subordinates beside him were pierced through like sieves by a rain of needles, dying on the spot.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a silver needle as fine as a hair trembling where it had pierced his heart.

The Masked Person tried in terror to pull out the needle, but the scene before his eyes suddenly shifted, and his feet had already left the ground.

Looking down, he found a Female Cultivator with Baleful Intent in her eyes lifting him by the neck with one hand.

"Mother, cough cough." Song Changsheng immediately felt a weight lift from his heart. She had made it in time after all.

Seeing Song Changsheng covered in wounds, Xia Yunxue's fury climbed to its peak. She stared fixedly at the Masked Person and said, "Speak. Who sent you?"

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