Battle Against Mystic Realm Demon Emperors!

"Didn't expect Brother Nan Yao to actually guess right—there really were martial artists sneaking back!"

Two demons who looked no different from humans flew over from afar and stopped in the sky above the Demon Slayer Division, looking down at Li Xuanxiao and Ling Yan.

Ling Yan trembled slightly. He was only at the Profound Realm Third Layer; facing the oppressive aura of two Demon Emperors at once, he had no way to resist.

Li Xuanxiao silently drew the Nether Severing Blade. This treasured blade was a top-grade Profound Realm weapon, two tiers above his previous Asura Blade.

Yang Zhiru, who lay atop the Lotus Platform and was slowly recovering, struggled to rise and picked up his own saber as well.

"Deputy General Yang, rest properly. I alone will be enough!"

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

The deaths of Liu Gelin and the Patrol Hall Master had left a knot of fury in his chest.

He had been worrying over where to vent it, and now two Demon Emperors had delivered themselves to his doorstep. It was like handing a pillow to a man nodding off.

The two demons burst into laughter. "What an ignorant fool. You want to fight two against one?"

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

Yang Zhiru turned to Li Xuanxiao. "Don't force yourself. They are both Mystic Realm Third Layer demons, not opponents you can face alone when you have only just entered the Mystic Realm."

The Lotus Platform's restorative effect truly was formidable. In only this short time, Yang Zhiru had regained consciousness.

He was far better off than before, when he had been on the brink of death.

But that was all. Yang Zhiru's internal injuries were too severe to heal in a short while.

"Perhaps they really are strong."

"But don't forget..."

"I'm the man who dared to draw his blade even under your oppressive aura!"

Yang Zhiru was startled by those words, then chuckled. "Good lad!"

That was right. Back when Li Xuanxiao had merely been in the Profound Realm, he had dared to draw his blade against Yang Zhiru, who was in the Mystic Realm.

Now that he faced two Demon Emperors of the same realm, how could he possibly fear battle?

The two Demon Emperors exchanged a glance and attacked at once!

Demons had no concept of martial virtue.

A violent gale rose, dark clouds blanketed the sky, and heaven and earth seemed on the verge of changing color.

Li Xuanxiao shot into the air, directly confronting the two Demon Emperors!

He drove the Mystic Lotus Sutra to its limit. This was his first battle against Mystic Realm Demon Emperors!

Yang Zhiru and Ling Yan's lives were at stake. He did not dare be the slightest bit careless; the moment he struck, he went all out!

Fury was fury, but a man still had to keep a cool head.

Beneath the shrouding dark clouds, countless black-purple raindrops fell.

Li Xuanxiao raised a Lotus Platform, blocking every last raindrop outside it.

The falling droplets splashed against the ground, corroding the hard blue bricks, walls, and tiles with sizzling sounds.

Li Xuanxiao's gaze turned icy as he directly unleashed the Mirage Blade!

Thick mirage mist billowed forth, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. Within the fog, Li Xuanxiao moved like a ghostly wind.

Yang Zhiru froze. Wasn't that the Commander-in-Chief's famous ultimate technique?!

"Hmph! A paltry trick, and you dare show off before an expert?"

"Behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"

The gale coiled together and formed a wind dragon, which lunged fiercely into the mist.

The wind dragon twisted, rolled, and soared wildly through the fog, carrying a terrifying momentum.

Yet the instant it entered the mist, it vanished completely like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"There's something wrong with this mist. Be careful!"

"Don't stumble over this brat!"

The demons warned one another, but the next second, a sharp blade-light flashed.

It swept up a spray of blood and a massive head!

The Demon Emperor still wore the expression it had held during the conversation when it realized that its head had already fallen to the ground.

Li Xuanxiao's killing gaze swept coldly over the remaining Demon Emperor, and the next moment, his figure melted into the mist once more.

The other Demon Emperor was horrified and immediately unleashed a stronger technique to shield itself within it.

Killed a Mystic Realm Third Layer Earthworm Demon. Obtained 3000 Demon Points!

First time killing a Mystic Realm demon. Additional reward: Demon Points!

Spent 3000 Demon Points. Bone-Clinging Shadow had reached the Sublimity Realm!

Raising a Profound Realm movement technique to the Sublimity Realm made his dodging and shifting even faster.

Combined with the mist of the Mirage Blade, Li Xuanxiao's figure became even more ghostly and impossible to track.

The sole remaining Demon Emperor panicked. It had never expected its companion to be killed in an instant just after the battle began!

Who exactly was this man?

Didn't the records say that the Pei Province Demon Slayer Division only had nine Mystic Realm experts?

Where had this fellow come from?!

It was secretly alarmed, and in battle, that showed in its rhythm being completely thrown into disarray, with none of its former composure remaining.

And without a doubt, that only hastened its death!

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

The Mirage Blade flashed, and the Demon Emperor only felt a chill at its neck as the world instantly tipped over.

"H-How is this possible?"

The scene before its eyes spun around, then gradually sank into dim darkness.

Killed a Mystic Realm Third Layer Cicada Demon. Obtained 3000 Demon Points!

From beginning to end, the battle had taken only around ten minutes.

Ling Yan was completely dumbfounded. Those had been two Mystic Realm Demon Emperors!

When had Li Xuanxiao grown to such a terrifying extent?

Thinking of how, beneath the oppressive auras of the two Demon Emperors just now, he had not even dared to think of drawing his blade—

His face flushed red, and he cursed himself inwardly for being so useless.

Yang Zhiru, on the other hand, did not look particularly surprised.

From the first time Li Xuanxiao had drawn his blade against him, to using a Buddhist Lotus Platform to bloom and save people, to advancing into the Mystic Realm.

And now, before Yang Zhiru's very eyes, Li Xuanxiao had used the Commander-in-Chief's famous martial art to kill two Demon Emperors...

There had been too many unimaginable things. Yang Zhiru had long since stopped viewing Li Xuanxiao through the lens he once had.

After killing the two Demon Emperors, the knot in Li Xuanxiao's heart loosened somewhat.

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

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

A trace of color had returned to his face, which had once been pale as paper.

"Pure Lotus Bloom" really was something else!

Li Xuanxiao decided that next time, he would prioritize deducing this martial art. It was simply too useful!

He took several more pills of different kinds 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 several, and tipped his head back to swallow them.

Then he sat cross-legged atop the Lotus Platform and began circulating the True Essence within his body to refine the medicinal power.

With both measures working together, his condition recovered at an astonishing pace.

Ling Yan walked before Li Xuanxiao, bowed deeply, and solemnly thanked him. "Li Xuanxiao, thank you for saving my master."

Li Xuanxiao waved a hand. "Lord Ling Yan, you flatter me. We are all colleagues in the Demon Slayer Division. We should support one another."

"Am I still worthy of you calling me 'Lord'?"

Ling Yan smiled dejectedly. "Just call me Ling Yan from now on."

Li Xuanxiao shrugged. He did not care much about such things. It was only a form of address.

Lord or lowly one, it made no difference.

Oh, wait!

Being called a lowly one was probably not a good idea...

Too easy to get beaten to death.