Lion Camel

The Demon Child unleashed his Dao Heart Manifestation, his nerves taut, staring intently at Tang Wanzhou: "You are not a martial artist at the First Realm of the Longevity Realm!"

"I broke through to the Longevity Realm a year ago and defeated you. I believe you won't accept that. Since that's the case, let's be fair. As long as you withstand my fourteen sword strikes, I will spare your life today," Tang Wanzhou said.

The Demon Child had never seen anyone even more arrogant than himself. Among those of the same cultivation level, who would dare speak to him like that?

The opponent was indeed powerful, and the Demon Child dared not underestimate him in the slightest. "Where is your sword?"

"You believe that magical artifacts are all external objects, and that one can be invincible with bare hands. It would be too unfair for me to defeat you with a sword."

Before the words had even finished, Tang Wanzhou had already appeared a hundred meters above the Demon Child's head, standing in mid-air with an indifferent gaze, his hand forming a sword finger, and slashing down from afar.

"Dust Cutter!"

The first of the Immortal Killing God Snow Fourteen Swords.

The sword's edge transformed into a white frost waterfall, descending from the sky.

The Demon Child could not dodge; he felt the opponent's will pressing down on him like ten thousand mountains. He had no choice but to raise a hundred demon heads and transform them into a Daoist magic diagram to withstand the attack.

"Boom!"

The Sword Qi was unstoppable, shattering the demonic diagram and exploding more than ten demon heads.

Beneath the Demon Child's feet, the earth was cleaved open by a Sword Qi ravine hundreds of meters long, with a foot-thick layer of white frost spreading outwards from the ravine.

Who exactly are you?

The Demon Child quickly used his movement techniques to distance himself from Tang Wanzhou, feeling that this woman couldn't possibly be at the First Realm of the Longevity Realm.

"You came to Lingxiao Shengjing, didn't you? To challenge me?"

Tang Wanzhou transformed into a sword beam and gave chase. "Mountain Breaker!"

The second sword strike unleashed a sweeping Sword Qi, accompanied by a blizzard that seemed poised to freeze everything for miles around.

"Are you Tang Wanqiu's older sister?"

The Demon Child was shocked but also suddenly realized that he didn't dare to take Tang Wanzhou's sword technique head-on with his bare hands. The penetrating power was too strong, and it seemed that any Daoist technique would be cut through with a single sword.

He broke free from Tang Wanzhou's mental control, leaping into the air and soaring into the sky.

"Whoosh!"

The Sword Qi slashed horizontally across a hundred-meter-high hill in front, Sword Qi through the mountain.

The Demon Child had always been extremely confident in and proud of his speed, but this time, he began to doubt himself.

Tang Wanzhou traversed space in one step, appearing diagonally above and behind him, and unleashed the third sword strike of "Formless".

Sword beams came from all directions. The Demon Child quickly contracted his Dao Heart Manifestation, condensing it into a magical energy shield three zhang in diameter. He then unleashed four different Dao techniques in succession, striking out in all directions.

The fourth sword flew straight in, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, breaking through all of the Demon Child's defenses and sending him plummeting from the sky.

"Bang!"

The Demon Child's body slammed heavily onto the ground.

A deep, bloody hole appeared in his left chest; his mouth was open, filled with blood, and a hoarse laugh came from his throat.

He was completely deranged, unable to accept such a defeat; the blood tower mark between his brows was incredibly bright red, flashing incessantly.

Tang Wanzhou landed on the ground, grabbed his neck with his five fingers, and plowed forward.

On the Demon Child's neck and upper body, eerie blood-red scripture armor appeared. One hand gripped Tang Wanzhou's wrist, while the other formed a fist, from which a large number of scriptures surged forth.

Tang Wanzhou lifted him out of the mud and struck him heavily in the chest with a finger-sword.

The Sword Qi was dense, converging at a single point with a whooshing sound, shattering the mysterious scripture armor.

The Demon Child coughed up blood, flew backward, and knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his chest. A Sword Qi aura had pierced through him, reaching his back.

"Speak, or you'll be beaten to death! What exactly is going on with the Mother-Child Spring?" Tang Wanzhou walked to the opposite side of him, and a large number of swords formed from ice and snow appeared behind him.

Zuoqiu Ling, Song Yulou, and Yao Xingyue appeared in three different positions behind the Demon Child to prevent him from escaping.

"Impressive, it seems I've truly met my match today."

The voice coming from the Demon Child belonged to a middle-aged man.

The blood on the ground suddenly transformed into wisps of blood vapor, rapidly flowing towards his brow.

The blood tower mark released complex and profound blood-red scriptures, unleashing a transcendent aura.

"Transcendental scriptures..."

Tang Wanzhou pointed forward, and the icy longsword behind him transformed into a rain of swords that flew out.

"Bang! Bang..."

A blood-red, Nine-Layered Demonic Pagoda flew out from the Demon Child's body, shattering all the incoming ice and snow swords.

Driven by the Demon Child's magical energy, the Nine-Layered Demonic Pagoda rapidly expanded, growing to a height of several tens of feet.

The tower, seemingly cast from blood-red jade, is densely covered with transcendent scriptures.

From the nine tower gates, a magical aura containing transcendent energy surged forth, condensing into a liquid state, like nine waterfalls cascading down and sprinkling onto the Demon Child.

"Didn't you claim that magical artifacts are all external objects and that you disdain using them?"

"That's because he's never encountered a master of his own level, which is why he's so arrogant. When facing a martial artist of a higher realm, he only thinks he lost because of his lower realm."

Zuoqiu Ling, Song Yulou, and Yao Xingyue retreated quickly, not worried about Tang Wanzhou.

Tang Wanzhou had been observing the blood-red demonic tower. "Is this what you inherited from the Saint Infant? The nine-story tower seals the Saint Infant's Nine Springs, right? If I'm not mistaken, the power of the mutated Mother-Child Spring must be related to this tower."

"You have no respect for me, and you will pay the price for it."

The Demon Child absorbed the magical energy from the Nine Springs within the tower, and the scripture armor on his skin reappeared. He took a step forward, manipulating the dozens-of-zhang-tall demon tower to attack Tang Wanzhou.

Tang Wanzhou retreated rapidly, avoiding the attack.

With a deafening roar, the blood tower blasted the ground in front of her, causing it to sink.

Ten miles away, Li Weiyi appeared on a patch of shattered, scorched earth, observing the battle in the distance. He mobilized his magical energy to grab one of the handles of the Medicine King Furnace that had fallen there earlier, and hurled it at Tang Wanzhou.

Tang Wanzhou leaped into the air, grabbed the flying Medicine King Furnace, and his magical energy surged forth from his ancestral field. Instantly, the furnace fire reignited, and tens of thousands of scriptures flew out, releasing heat that melted the soil on the ground.

"Boom!"

The Nine-Layered Demonic Pagoda and the Medicine King Furnace clashed, blood and flames cleaving the night sky.

The impact sounded like a heavenly bell tolling, and could be heard in towns hundreds of miles away.

"Boom!"

Numerous cracks appeared in the ground, and the underground Blood River flowed back to the surface.

The two men separated and then reunited, each wielding a heavy weapon and striking down.

The scriptures on the ritual implements could fly dozens of miles away during the collision.

Tang Wanzhou was very aggressive. Even though the opponent had the advantage in weaponry and magical energy, he still advanced step by step, forcing the Demon Child to retreat continuously, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

"Boom!"

The fifth collision sent the Demon Child reeling from the powerful shockwaves, his flesh nearly torn apart. Unable to withstand the force, his body detached from the Nine-Layered Demonic Pagoda, flying backward and crashing into a mound.

Tang Wanzhou flew to the top of the nine-story Blood Tower, his eyes cold and sharp, and from a hundred feet away, he unleashed a dazzling sword light that pierced the night sky, landing on the Demon Child.

"Absolute Thought!"

This sword strike was more than just Sword Qi.

It is also Sword Intent.

It cuts straight to the soul.

"Ah..."

The mound was torn open by the Sword Qi, only to be immediately frozen again by frost.

The Demon Child's soul was injured, and he let out a scream of extreme resentment.

With a snap, he shattered the frost with his fist, crawled out of the ground, his hands trembling, and gritted his teeth, staring intently at the tall figure atop the tower. "If you want to kill me, you'll die too. Tonight, you will die..."

A hundred miles away, Li Tribe and Li Shentong stood on the wide riverbank, with a vast expanse of white snow behind them.

Li Shentong exclaimed, "Tang Wanzhou truly deserves to be called the most brilliant young star in the Lingxiao Shengjing over the past thousand years. The Demon Child was defeated so quickly and so miserably. Such Proud Daughter of Heaven is undoubtedly unparalleled in the vast and boundless Yingzhou, isn't she?"

"Since it's so dazzling, let it be extinguished tonight..."

As soon as Li Tribe finished speaking, his gaze turned to the dense forest across the river. In the depths and darkness, he saw a tall and majestic figure, and his heart skipped a beat.

The figure seemed to have been standing in the forest for a long time, yet also appeared as if it had just appeared.

"It's you! What are you doing in Fuzhou?" Li Tribe's tone was detached, yet filled with surprise.

The tall figure emerged from the darkness step by step, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance. His long hair was braided into strands and tied behind his head, and his face was as if it had been sculpted by nature, no different from the rugged and handsome statues in temples and shrines.

His slightly bronze skin shone with a dazzling luster. His arms were long and slender, his hands large as if they possessed the power to support the heavens and the earth. His nose was like the highest snow-capped mountain in the North, with distinct features that connected to his domineering and sharp eyes, which revealed nothing of his inner self.

Such an extraordinary aura overwhelmed Li Shentong, who wanted to kneel down.

Tang Shituo, the strongest warrior in the Northern Territory, stared at the Li Tribe opposite him with an air of superiority, his lips parting slightly. "Li Longshu, did you consider the consequences of killing my daughter? Let me tell you, the Li Tribe has no reason to exist anymore, and you, even if you escape back to the Demon Kingdom, I will definitely cross the Netherworld to slay you."

His tone was filled with unwavering determination, putting immense pressure on Li Longshu.

Li Longshu's mind raced, and he quickly realized why Tang Shituo had appeared in Fuzhou—he must be plotting an attack on the Daojiao headquarters. He composed himself and sneered, "Tang Shituo, aren't you afraid that Kirin Zhuang will take this opportunity to attack your northern camp?"

"It dares to go to the Northern Territory, isn't it afraid that the West Sea King will destroy its Western Territory army?" Tang Shituo asked.

"You've made an enemy of the Crown Prince and ruined his plans. You in the Northern Territory are in for a world of trouble. Let's go!"

Li Longshu unleashed his divine Li Shentong, transforming it into a cloud of magical energy that swiftly vanished into the icy wilderness.

Tang Wanzhou put away the Nine-Layered Demonic Pagoda, transforming it into a nine-inch blood-red miniature tower, which he held in his palm. He glanced at the Demon Child lying in the snow and ice. "It seems you've taken quite a few of my attacks. Very well, I keep my word, and I'll spare your life today. Zuoqiu Ling, take him back to Lingxiao City and present him to the Third Palace Master to receive your reward!"

Zuoqiu Ling knew exactly what she was thinking.

Everyone present could see that the Nine-Layered Demonic Pagoda was the key to resolving the hidden dangers of the Mother-Child Spring.

Killing the Demon Child would have endless consequences.

Zuoqiu Ling, "Isn't it unethical for the young lord to shift the blame southwards like this?"

"Do whatever you want, he's Third Palace Master's man anyway."

Tang Wanzhou left directly and met up with Li Weiyi, who was dozens of miles away. "Come with me to the Northern Border! With your talent and the trump cards you hold, you're sure to achieve great things in the Tang Court's camp. I can provide the Seven Little Ones with enough resources to help them grow quickly. The battle of Lingxiao City will surely be recorded in the history of the Lingxiao Shengjing. If the human race is defeated, the heavens and earth will surely collapse. But if the human race wins, then it will be the Xue Jian Tang Ting and the Zuoqiu Courtyard that divide the world between the north and south."

Li Weiyi stared into her bright and burning eyes, his heart caught in a whirlpool of complex emotions.

On the distant snowfield, a lion and a camel, each the size of a hill, approached.

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