The Might of the Sword Formation, the Devil Ancestor Arrives Personally

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Even knowing that this was merely a clone of the primordial spirit, East King Duke did not dare to be the slightest bit careless. The name of Luohu dominated the contemporary era; perhaps only a few, such as Hongjun, could be mentioned in the same breath as him.

Furthermore, this clone possessed the cultivation realm of a peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, which was higher than his own.

However, even when facing this Devil Ancestor clone whose cultivation surpassed his, East King Duke did not retreat in the slightest. He aspired to the Primordial Realm and would never allow his sharp spirit to be dulled here.

Stepping upon the Twelfth-grade Innate Yin-Yang Dao Lotus and forming a sword seal with his fingers, the Pure Yang Sword hovered above his head. East King Duke's aura climbed continuously. The Supreme Yang Power stirred the surrounding spiritual energy, whipping up gusts of Gale Wind that swept across the wilderness. Sword Qi swirled around his body, emitting constant ringing sounds.

Such an aura caused the Luohu Clone to gradually set aside his contempt.

"How bold. Before the battle for the Dao between this seat and Hongjun, I must not leave a variable like you behind. In that case, junior, go to your death!"

The clone let out a sharp shout, and the Innate Devil Sword in his hand slashed out.

Devilish Qi surged, manifesting into a ten-thousand-foot Devil Bird.

"Awoo!"

With a piercing shriek that shook the soul, the creature spread its wings, blotting out the sky. Its claws glinted with a cold light as it dove straight toward him.

The magical arts of the Devil Race were incomparably fierce, designed solely for slaughter. As a Quasi-Saint powerhouse, even the Luohu Clone's strikes were earth-shattering.

Awe-inspiring battle intent burned in East King Duke's eyes. He flashed into the air and pointed a finger toward the heavens.

"Sever!"

The Pure Yang Sword above his head slashed down. Its momentum was like a rainbow, as if it could cleave the long sky in two.

The sword momentum carried the Supreme Yang Power—upright and masculine—acting as the natural nemesis to that monstrous Devilish Qi. As the long sword swept past, it was like parting clouds to reveal the sun; the surrounding Devilish Qi was cleansed in an instant.

"Skreeee..."

With a miserable cry, the Devil Bird, which had been exceptionally majestic and fierce, was split in two. Its manifestation dissipated instantly, reverting into Devilish Qi that swept across a hundred miles, churning up ten thousand feet of sand and stone.

After cleaving the Devil Bird, East King Duke guided the Pure Yang Sword with his divine sense. Moving nimbly, he shot toward the Luohu Clone like a bolt of lightning.

Upon reaching close range, the tip of the sword tapped lightly, splitting into three Supreme Yang Dharma Lotuses that struck with a roar.

The Luohu Clone's expression was somber. He tapped his right foot against the spiritual treasure beneath him, and after a burst of black light, the Pure Yang Sword was sent flying backward upon contact. The three Supreme Yang Dharma Lotuses were unable to break through the defense erected by the treasure map.

"Boom!"

The Luohu Clone's Dao body merely trembled slightly, and the Dharma Lotuses dissipated into the heavens and earth.

East King Duke's eyes narrowed. The spiritual treasure beneath his opponent was clearly extraordinary; it was likely at least a High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. Even if it were not as good as his own Twelfth-grade Yin-Yang Dao Lotus, it would not be far off. He was indeed the Devil Ancestor, possessing countless treasures; even a mere clone was equipped with a spiritual treasure of such grade.

Perhaps only Hongjun could be compared to him.

His first strike failed to achieve success, but East King Duke was not discouraged. He continued his offensive, unleashing one Supreme Yang divine ability after another. His movements were wide and open, fully committing to the assault.

Although Luohu possessed profound cultivation and numerous spiritual treasures, this was, after all, only a clone. East King Duke's Supreme Yang immortal arts were exquisite, and his treasures were not a whit inferior; the two were evenly matched.

By this point, the Luohu Clone had long since begun to treat the East King Duke before him as an opponent of the same rank. The two fought from the earth to the starry sky, clashing from spells to spiritual treasures. Within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, all living beings fled.

"Rumble!"

Deafening roars echoed incessantly. The mere shockwaves of their battle were enough to boil seas, overturn mountains, and rend the earth.

After an unknown number of rounds, with neither side able to gain the upper hand, the Luohu Clone's expression turned grim. Following a spell, he retreated a hundred miles, then reached out and summoned an ink-colored giant banner, gripping it in his hand.

He swung it with force.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

Devilish Qi surged, shrouding the surroundings. Amidst shrill, piercing shrieks, hideous Heavenly Devil Illusions flew out from within—one, two...

A full hundred Heavenly Devil Illusions emerged from the Devilish Qi. Their aura was at the strength of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal or higher. Although they were merely illusions without physical bodies, they were fearless and brimming with malevolent qi.

This was the Luohu Clone's trump card. It was truly extraordinary; an ordinary late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal would likely find it difficult to withstand.

Although East King Duke's expression changed slightly, he was not overly panicked, for he, too, had been holding back.

The Twelfth-grade Innate Yin-Yang Dao Lotus protected his body, and the Pure Yang Sword shot out from above his head, hovering upside down in mid-air. He then reached out and cast several profound magic arts toward the immortal sword.

In an instant, the long sword split into two, then four... In the blink of an eye, it had manifested into streaks of brilliant, sword-shaped qi.

With a flick of his sword finger, the sword qi shot downward, carrying the Supreme Yang Power like a torrential rain of immortal swords falling from the nine heavens. Before the many Heavenly Devil Illusions summoned by the Luohu Clone's giant banner could even get close, they were pierced and shredded by the sword rain.

It was not over yet. As the sword qi landed and dissipated, lines of array patterns appeared on the ground within a ten-mile radius, instantly connecting with spiritual energy to outline a massive formation.

"Supreme Yang Demon-Slaying Array, rise!"

As soon as the words fell, the great array enveloped the Luohu Clone and the remaining dozen or so Heavenly Devil Illusions.

"Slay!"

Sword light erupted within the array, weaving into a massive web of blades. The Heavenly Devil Illusions had no defense and were instantly torn to shreds. At the eye of the array, the Pure Yang Sword flew out, slashing toward the Luohu Clone.

Inside the Demon-Slaying Array, feeling the momentum of the Pure Yang Sword that seemed intent on severing everything, the Luohu Clone's expression was grave. With nowhere left to dodge, he stepped upon his treasure map, channeled all his devilish power, and had no choice but to meet the attack head-on.

The Pure Yang Sword, bolstered by the power of the array, possessed peerless might. With a single strike, it shattered the defense erected by the treasure map beneath the Luohu Clone's feet. Its momentum undiminished, it headed straight for the clone's physical body.

"Boom!"

The Luohu Clone was sent flying backward. The power of that single strike had already severely wounded him.

East King Duke followed like a shadow, standing in mid-air with the Pure Yang Sword in hand like a god descending from the heavens. Just as he was about to execute his opponent on the spot, his primordial spirit began to throb violently, and an intense sense of crisis washed over him.

His expression changed drastically. Without a moment's hesitation, he retreated rapidly. As he dodged, the space in front of him began to crack inch by inch, and a supreme Devilish Qi, carrying a murderous aura reminiscent of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, seeped through.

Sensing it from afar, he realized the intensity of this aura was many times stronger than that of the Luohu Clone.

East King Duke's heart trembled violently. Among the Devil Race, there was likely only one person capable of such an aura.

"The main body!"

The words of the Luohu Clone confirmed East King Duke's suspicion: it was indeed the true Luohu who had arrived in person.

East King Duke had no desire to face Luohu so soon while only at the late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm. Even as confident as he was, he knew he was no match for him.

This was the greatest crisis he had faced since his emergence into the world. Without a second's delay, he turned to flee.

Yet, even though his Supreme Yang Lotus Escape Technique was fast enough, a devilish shadow seemed to follow him relentlessly.

Seeing that escape was impossible, he had no choice but to turn and face his pursuer. A streak of blood-colored light struck from afar; by the time he saw it clearly, it was already before him—a long spear, a spiritual treasure wreathed in a fierce, blood-red murderous aura.

"God Slaying Spear!"

East King Duke was horrified. He had never imagined that Luohu would immediately unleash this supreme treasure of slaughter, clearly intending to kill him on the spot.

He had no confidence in his ability to safely withstand a strike from the God Slaying Spear, yet at this very moment, he was forced to block it with all his might!