Battling the Mystic Realm Demon Emperor!

"I didn't expect Brother Nan Yao to be right after all. A martial artist really did sneak back!"

Two demons, indistinguishable from humans, flew from a distance and stopped in mid-air above the Demon Slayer Division, looking down at Li Xuanxiao and Ling Yan.

Ling Yan trembled slightly. After all, he was only at the Profound Realm Third Layer, and facing the pressure of two Demon Emperors simultaneously, he was completely unable to resist.

Li Xuanxiao silently drew the Nether Severing Blade. This treasure blade was a top-grade Profound Realm weapon, two levels higher than the previous Asura Blade.

Meanwhile, Yang Zhiru, who was lying on the Lotus Platform slowly recovering, struggled to get up and picked up his own saber.

"Deputy General Yang, you should rest well. I can handle this!"

Li Xuanxiao held the Nether Severing Blade horizontally in front of him, his voice carrying an unprecedented chill.

The deaths of Liu Gelin and the Patrol Hall Master had left a surge of anger in his heart.

He was just looking for an outlet for his frustration, and now two Demon Emperors had shown up – it was like a pillow delivered when you were dozing off.

The two demons laughed heartily, "Truly a guy who doesn't know his limits. Do you intend to fight us both alone?"

"Don't rush. Whether you come alone, or you and that dying old man come together, the outcome will be the same."

Yang Zhiru glanced at Li Xuanxiao, "Don't push yourself. They are both demons at the Sublimity Realm Third Layer, not someone like you who just recently advanced to the Sublimity Realm."

The recovery effect of the Lotus Platform was still potent. In just this short time, Yang Zhiru had regained consciousness.

His condition was much better than the near-death state he was in before.

But that was all. Yang Zhiru's internal injuries were too severe and couldn't be healed in a short period.

"Perhaps they are indeed very strong."

"But don't you forget..."

"I am the man who dared to draw his saber even when facing your pressure!"

These words made Yang Zhiru pause, then he let out a light laugh, "Good kid!"

Indeed, Li Xuanxiao, who was merely at the Profound Realm back then, had dared to draw his saber against him, who was at the Sublimity Realm.

Now, facing two Demon Emperors of the same realm, how could he possibly be afraid to fight!

The two Demon Emperors exchanged glances and immediately attacked together!

Demons had no concept of martial ethics.

Instantly, a fierce wind raged, and dark clouds gathered, creating a terrifying aura that seemed to warp heaven and earth.

Li Xuanxiao shot up into the sky, facing the two Demon Emperors head-on!

The Mystic Lotus Sutra was circulated to its limit. This was his first battle against Sublimity Realm Demon Emperors!

The lives of Yang Zhiru and Ling Yan were at stake, so he dared not be careless in the slightest. His attack was full-powered from the start!

Anger aside, one still had to remain calm.

Beneath the shroud of dark clouds, endless black-purple raindrops began to fall.

Li Xuanxiao raised a Lotus Platform, blocking all the raindrops outside.

The falling raindrops splattered onto the ground, corroding the hard blue bricks and roof tiles with a sizzling sound.

Li Xuanxiao's eyes were cold and stern, and he directly unleashed the Mirage Blade!

Thick mirage mist churned, momentarily obscuring the sky. Within the mist, Li Xuanxiao's figure moved with ghostly swiftness.

Yang Zhiru was stunned when he saw this. Wasn't this the signature ultimate skill of the General?!

"Hmph! A petty trick, and you dare to show off?"

"Behold, My Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon!"

The fierce wind condensed into a vortex, forming a wind dragon that charged fiercely into the mist.

The wind dragon thrashed and soared within the mist, possessing a somewhat terrifying momentum.

But as soon as it entered the mist, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, disappearing completely.

"This mist is not right, you need to be careful!"

"Don't screw up against this kid!"

The demons warned each other, but in the next second, a sharp blade light flashed.

It was followed by a spray of blood and a massive head!

The Demon Emperor still had a look of speech on its face when it realized its head had already been severed.

Li Xuanxiao's killing intent-filled eyes swept coldly over the remaining Demon Emperor, and the next moment, his figure once again merged into the mist.

The other Demon Emperor was greatly alarmed and immediately unleashed a stronger technique, shielding itself.

[Killed Earthworm Demon at Sublimity Realm Third Layer, gained 3000 Demon Points!]

[First kill of a Sublimity Realm demon, bonus Demon Points awarded!]

Two light screens flashed, and the Demon Points were credited.

[Consumed 3000 Demon Points, Bone-Clinging Shadow has reached the Sublimity Realm!]

By advancing his Profound Realm movement technique to the Sublimity Realm, Li Xuanxiao's own movements and evasions became even faster.

Combined with the mist from the Mirage Blade, Li Xuanxiao's figure became even more elusive and difficult to track.

The sole remaining Demon Emperor panicked. It hadn't expected that at the very beginning of the battle, its companion would be instantly killed!

Who exactly was this person?

The records stated that the Pei Province Demon Slayer Division only had nine Mystic Realm cultivators.

Where did this guy come from?!

It was alarmed internally, and this manifested in battle as its rhythm was completely disrupted, losing all its previous composure.

And this, undoubtedly, would hasten its demise!

After a few more exchanges, Li Xuanxiao found an opening and closed in on the Mystic Realm Demon Emperor again.

With the Mirage Blade unleashed, the Demon Emperor felt a chill at its neck as its world instantly tilted.

"H-how is this possible?"

The scene before its eyes spun violently, then gradually faded into darkness.

[Killed Cicada Demon, Profound Realm Third Layer, gained 3000 Demon Points!]

The battle, from start to finish, took only about ten minutes.

Ling Yan was completely stunned. Those were two Mystic Realm Demon Emperors!

When had Li Xuanxiao grown to this extent?

Recalling how he himself hadn't even dared to draw his sword under the pressure of the two Demon Emperors just moments ago.

His face flushed, and he inwardly cursed his own uselessness.

Yang Zhiru, however, didn't show much surprise.

From the first time he drew his sword against him, to displaying the Lotus Platform Buddhist technique to save people, and then advancing to the Mystic Realm.

And now, in front of him, he demonstrated the General's signature martial art, killing two Demon Emperors...

So many impossibilities had long since made him stop viewing Li Xuanxiao with his previous perspective.

After killing the two Demon Emperors, Li Xuanxiao felt a slight release of pent-up frustration.

He sheathed his sword and slowly descended back before the two of them.

After a period of treatment on the Lotus Platform, Yang Zhiru's complexion had improved significantly.

A hint of color had returned to his face, which had been ashen.

The Mystic Lotus Sutra was truly something!

Li Xuanxiao decided that he would prioritize deducing this martial art next time; it was just too useful!

He took out several more pills of different types from his Storage Ring and handed them to Yang Zhiru.

"Deputy General Yang, see if any of these can help with your injuries."

Yang Zhiru took them, selected a few, and swallowed them.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the Lotus Platform and began to circulate his True Essence to refine the medicinal properties.

With this dual approach, his condition was recovering at an extremely rapid pace.

Ling Yan walked up to Li Xuanxiao and bowed deeply, thanking him solemnly, "Li Xuanxiao, thank you for saving my master."

Li Xuanxiao waved his hand, "You flatter me, Ling Yan. We are all colleagues in the Demon Slayer Division; we should support each other."

"Do I still deserve to be called 'Sir' by you?"

Ling Yan gave a dejected smile, "Just call me Ling Yan from now on."

Li Xuanxiao shrugged. He didn't care much about such things; it was just a title.

Sir or not, it didn't matter.

Oh, wait!

Being called 'minor' wasn't great...

It was easy to get beaten to death.