Xuan Yi Battles the Outer Realm Sky Demon (2)

Roar!

A roar that sounded half-human, half-beast came from Mo Yi's mouth.

Mo Yi no longer looked human. Several enormous sharp horns had grown from his head, his face had become skull-like, red light pulsed from his eyes, and magma-like fluid flowed across his body.

This was Mo Yi after using the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Demon. Although his strength had surged and he had reached the seventh heaven of the Saint realm, he could not maintain it for long—only three hours. Once the time was up, he would fall into a weakened state.

Seeing this, Xuan Yi also went all out.

"Eye of Heavenly Punishment, open!"

Although the Eye of Heavenly Punishment no longer had the power of the Heavenly Dao empowering it, it was still the origin of lightning. Endless lightning poured from the Eye of Heavenly Punishment and slowly gathered around the God-Slaying Spear.

Surrounded by demonic qi and lightning, the God-Slaying Spear's aura became even more imposing.

The soaring auras of the two men stirred demonic winds through the surrounding space, and spatial cracks began to appear.

In a flash, Xuan Yi lightly pushed off with his toes, raised the God-Slaying Spear, and thrust its phantom image toward Mo Yi.

Mo Yi answered in kind. The Demon Dragon Blade trembled ceaselessly as a sharp, terrifying aura erupted from it.

Almost at the same instant, their attacks collided, and terrifying shockwaves burst forth once more.

The already unstable space of the demonic domain could no longer withstand the clash between two experts above the middle Saint realm, and several cracks appeared.

"Nuwa! Get out first. I'll be fine!"

Seeing the cracks in the demonic domain, Xuan Yi hurriedly called for Nuwa to leave.

"No! Husband, I want to fight beside you."

Unwilling to let Xuan Yi face the enemy alone, Nuwa remained where she was and refused to leave.

"Nuwa! You're carrying our child. Don't worry, this demonic domain can't affect me. Hurry and leave."

As she watched Xuan Yi's back as he fought, Nuwa fell into deep conflict.

"Husband, be careful!"

Considering the child in her womb, and knowing that she was suppressed here and could offer no help, Nuwa gritted her teeth and returned to the Primordial World through a crack.

Once Xuan Yi saw that Nuwa had left, he no longer had anything to worry about.

After their clash, both men staggered several steps back and faced each other from afar.

Looking at Mo Yi, whose demonic qi towered to the heavens, Xuan Yi said, "This battle has truly been exhilarating. Ever since I was born, I've never encountered an opponent as strong as you."

"Exhilarating! Truly exhilarating!"

Mo Yi across from him looked at Xuan Yi as well and spoke.

"I never expected to encounter an opponent like you in the Primordial World."

"Even under the suppression of the demonic domain, you can still fight me to a draw. If you truly are the Demon Lord's child, I am willing to follow you."

"If you are not, then as long as you are willing to submit to the Demon Realm, I will swear brotherhood with you!"

When equals met, they would always come to admire one another. Xuan Yi and Mo Yi were in precisely such a state.

If not for their opposing positions, they would surely have sat down to drink and talk merrily.

"Hahaha! Good! Mo Yi, I'll remember you."

"However, if you want to take me back to the Demon Realm, that depends on whether you can defeat me."

Xuan Yi shouted, and the lightning surrounding him grew even more terrifying while the God-Slaying Spear began madly devouring the demonic qi around it.

Finally, nourished by a vast amount of demonic qi, the God-Slaying Spear returned to the grade of a Xiantian Supreme Treasure.

With a casual sweep, the cold gleam at its tip was enough to make one feel as though their blood had frozen at a single glance.

The battle intent of both men surged to the heavens as they continually built up their auras. A new round of clashes was about to begin.

Roar!

Mo Yi let out a thunderous roar and struck first. Carrying boundless destructive power, the Demon Dragon Blade assaulted Xuan Yi once more.

Xuan Yi roared as well. His spear shot out like a dragon, and a solid phantom of the God-Slaying Spear, formed from ten thousand zhang of demonic qi, charged toward Mo Yi.

The two terrifying energies collided again. In an instant, fierce winds mixed with demonic qi howled throughout the demonic domain, and everything around them was annihilated by the collision.

Mo Yi's expression changed. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his aura immediately withered.

Xuan Yi, meanwhile, retreated several steps, his face flushed red as he forcibly swallowed the blood that was about to spill from his mouth.

In this clash, Mo Yi had fallen slightly short and was defeated. Yet he was not worried, because the surrounding demonic qi would continuously restore his injuries.

"Hahaha! Other than the Demon Lord, I have never admired anyone. Today, you count as one."

Mo Yi first laughed loudly through a mouthful of blood, then looked at Xuan Yi with a calm expression.

"Admit defeat! Come back to the Demon Realm with me. Although you won that last strike, this demonic domain has none of the spiritual qi found in the Primordial World, while I can quickly recover through demonic qi. You no longer have the strength to fight."

Standing in the void, Xuan Yi's face was somewhat pale. Looking at the smug Mo Yi, he spoke. "Actually, I should thank you. Haven't you always been uncertain whether I am Luohu's child?"

"I'll show you now!"

Vast demonic qi surged into the heavens. A vortex of demonic qi wrapped around Xuan Yi, and endless demonic qi, as though it had found its home, continuously poured into his body.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yi began to wonder who the true member of the Demon Race was.

Boom!

The vortex formed from demonic qi suddenly exploded, and Xuan Yi's figure gradually emerged.

The difference was that two black lightning-shaped demonic markings had appeared on Xuan Yi's face, his eyes had turned an eerie purple, and his originally black hair had become blood-red, swaying behind him without wind. A mysterious aura surrounded him—the fusion of pure Daoist true qi and demonic qi.

His cultivation had also broken through two minor realms in succession, reaching the peak of the Mystic Immortal realm, equivalent to the ninth heaven of the Saint realm.

Xuan Yi, whose strength had greatly increased, turned his gaze toward Mo Yi once more.

"Actually, I should thank you too!"

"If you hadn't created this demonic domain, I wouldn't have been able to awaken Father Luohu's bloodline, much less break through in cultivation."

Mo Yi was completely dumbfounded. Seeing Xuan Yi in this state and feeling that terrifying pressure, he knew he no longer had any power to resist.

"Are you truly the Demon Lord's child?"

Though he was still asking, Mo Yi had already decided in his heart that Xuan Yi was the Demon Lord's child.

"If Dao Ancestor Hongjun and Yang Mei didn't lie to me, then I am!"

"Mo Yi of the Demon Realm pays respects to the Young Lord!"

The moment Xuan Yi finished speaking, Mo Yi dropped to his knees with a thud.

"For my offense against the Young Lord just now, this subordinate is willing to die to atone!"

Although those of the Demon Realm were cunning, their loyalty was genuine. After confirming Xuan Yi's identity, Mo Yi gathered his mana and struck toward the crown of his head.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Xuan Yi hurriedly stopped him and said, "Don't keep talking about dying to atone. I never said I blamed you!"

"I'm still counting on you to send Father Luohu a message!"

"Father Luohu probably still doesn't know I exist. Although I don't know how you came to the Primordial World, you can definitely return to the Demon Realm."

"This is a drop of my blood essence. Take it back and give it to Luohu. He will surely be able to sense whether we are blood relatives."

With that, Xuan Yi squeezed out a drop of blood essence and handed it to Mo Yi.

"Rest assured, Young Lord. I will certainly bring this drop of blood essence to my master!"