Beast?
The Black Scale King narrowed his eyes, a cold gleam flashing within them.
He hated humans calling the Demon Race beasts more than anything, and what was more, his opponent was a demon too!
"In that case, then you can die!"
The Black Scale King let out a sinister laugh and dove toward Su Yi. His claws stretched out like several steel blades in his hands, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.
Just what I wanted!
Su Yi grinned, his smile utterly cold.
Under the influence of the Zhouwu Sword, he suddenly felt that the Black Scale King wasn't so frightening after all.
The Black Scale King burst forth at his highest speed, a black arrow streaking into the battlefield. He reached Su Yi in an instant. Everything happened in the blink of an eye: the Black Scale King thrust a claw at Su Yi's neck, intent on decapitating him.
Splurt—
Blood sprayed as the Black Scale King swept past Su Yi and landed before a mountain of corpses, ten meters behind him.
The two stood motionless, as if the scene had frozen.
Just then, an arm covered in black scales spun through the air and landed between them.
Su Yi still held his sword-swinging pose. Blood flowed along the blade of the Zhouwu Sword and dripped to the ground.
"How could this be..."
The Black Scale King trembled all over, his face filled with disbelief. Blood streamed from his right shoulder, and white bone showed faintly beneath the wound.
The surrounding beasts were terrified by the sight.
In their hearts, their king was so powerful—yet this Half-Demon had severed one of his arms?
Even Old Lord Qiyang was taken aback.
"This kid..."
Old Lord Qiyang's eyes widened. In his view, Su Yi was strong, but clearly not in the same league as the Black Scale King. And now he'd actually managed to wound him?
What terrifying growth!
A prodigy!
An absolute prodigy!
At that moment, Su Yi spun around and stamped his right foot down, cracking the ground amid the ruins.
Ten meters was nothing to them!
The Black Scale King instinctively retreated, but the sword tip had already closed in on his chest.
Their eyes met, and he saw the dreadful killing intent in Su Yi's gaze.
Even he, a man who had slaughtered countless people, felt a chill in his heart.
"That look..."
The Black Scale King was terrified and hurriedly raised his left hand to block.
The blade pierced through his palm as easily as it would pierce tofu. But he was ruthless too, using his own hand bones to trap the Zhouwu Sword by force and keep its tip from reaching his throat.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three streaks of black light shot from the Black Scale King's waist, flying toward Su Yi like darts.
Su Yi flicked his right hand. The Zhouwu Sword shattered the Black Scale King's left palm, then traced several dazzling arcs through the air and knocked the three streaks of black light aside. They were three scales.
Seeing that things were going badly, the Black Scale King turned and fled.
Having lost both arms, his strength had fallen drastically. He could no longer fight Su Yi head-on.
Su Yi had just recovered to peak condition, and the Zhouwu Sword had stirred him into action. How could he let the Black Scale King escape?
Boom!
Su Yi bent his knees and blasted upward like a cannonball, soaring into the sky. The live broadcast cameras caught him too.
Bare-chested, he looked like a god, dazzling countless viewers.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
Su Yi's gaze was icy as he leaped after the Black Scale King.
Although the Black Scale King was gravely wounded, his reflexes and speed remained. He dodged with ease.
Su Yi began relentlessly hunting him down. Every beast they encountered along the way was cut down by Su Yi, as easily as chopping vegetables.
"Running? Go on, keep running!"
Su Yi's crazed laughter came from behind, tormenting the Black Scale King.
Perhaps because of the Zhouwu Sword, Su Yi was faster and stronger, putting the Black Scale King under mounting pressure.
Whenever the Black Scale King tried to take flight, Su Yi's Sword Qi came slashing from behind and knocked him back down, driving him nearly mad with frustration.
"Throw the sword!"
At that moment, the mysterious voice rang out in Su Yi's mind again. Startled, Su Yi instinctively hurled the Zhouwu Sword away.
Hiss—
The sword tore through the air, cutting across the mountain of corpses and slaying beast after beast. Moving as fast as lightning, it pierced straight through the Black Scale King's head.
Bang!
The Black Scale King's head burst like a watermelon. His body pitched forward and dropped heavily to its knees, blood spilling across the ground.
A Demon King had fallen!
Silence!
The entire battlefield fell silent. Every beast stopped in its tracks. The beasts atop the surrounding mountains of corpses trembled in fear, not daring to advance.
Above the Demon Cloud, Old Lord Qiyang stared with his mouth agape, his face filled with disbelief.
The Black Scale King was just...dead?
Whirring—
The Zhouwu Sword spun back into Su Yi's hand, leaving him momentarily stunned.
Holy crap!
This sword's alive!
A Sword Demon?
Su Yi instinctively tried to throw the Zhouwu Sword away, but it clung tightly to his palm, and he couldn't shake it loose.
"Awooo—"
On a mountain of corpses behind him, a giant wolf threw back its head and howled. As soon as it finished, it turned and fled at full speed.
The other beasts ran too. Some of the more intelligent ones even cried out in human speech.
"The king is dead!"
"Run!"
"It's over! The king is dead! If we don't run, we'll die too!"
"Wha—how is this possible?!"
Just like that, the beast army retreated like a receding tide.
Everyone watching the live broadcast across the city held their breath. What was happening?
Had the beast army retreated?
Tan Quanming and the others were nervous too. They hadn't seen the Zhouwu Sword blow up the Black Scale King's head, so they couldn't be sure what had happened. What if Su Yi had died instead?
Just then, Su Yi suddenly climbed to the top of the tallest mountain of corpses, bringing himself into view of the live broadcast camera.
"Zoom in!"
Tan Quanming hurriedly gave the order. The staff nodded, and the camera began to zoom in on Su Yi.
Su Yi raised the Zhouwu Sword high. Bathed in sunlight and covered in blood, his muscles gleamed with a metallic sheen, radiating a brutal, iron-blooded aura.
"The Black Scale King has been slain by me!"
Su Yi poured his demonic power into his voice and roared toward Xiwan City, his throat hoarse as he unleashed his fury!
His voice echoed over Xiwan City for a long time, full of domineering might!
Silence!
The entire city was quiet, but only for a few seconds before earth-shaking cheers erupted.
"We won!"
"My God! Su Yi won!"
"Holy crap! The Black Scale King was killed!"
"Damn! Is Su Yi a god? He's too strong!"
"From now on, Su Yi is my faith!"
Everyone erupted with excitement. The people at the edge of the city surged toward the battlefield like a tide. Even Tan Quanming came running over, overcome with excitement.
The crisis facing Xiwan City had finally been resolved.
The blazing sun hung high overhead. The barren battlefield was strewn with beast corpses, blood flowing like a river. Standing atop the mountain of corpses, Su Yi looked like a god of war.
Many people in the city captured the scene on their phones.
"Su Yi! Su Yi! Su Yi..."
Just then, shouts rang out across Xiwan City. Everyone poured out of their homes and into the streets, chanting Su Yi's name. The voices of hundreds of thousands of people converged into a magnificent, heart-stirring roar that shook the clouds in the heavens.
Su Yi's name echoed between heaven and earth, like the name of a god.
Nan Xiaopao finally made it to the edge of the city. She ran toward the battlefield with the crowd, her face alight with joy as tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.
So what if there were hundreds of thousands of beasts?
So what if the Demon King was unmatched in power?
Su Yi alone had slain the Demon King and routed the Demon Army!
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