Peace, Do You Want It?

The Demon Buddha had fallen, and the battle came to an end. Ning Chen walked forward with sword in hand, waved and collected the Demon Buddha's head. His gaze fell upon the Demon Temple amid the mountains. With a step, he vanished inside.

A moment later, rumbling tremors rose from within the enormous temple. Before long, the demonic body swept out, stepping into the air. His sword flashed, and a slash spanning hundreds of zhang descended from the heavens.

With a thunderous boom, the sound shook the sky. Within Demon Aspect Valley, mountains shifted and the earth moved, enormous rocks raining down like a storm. The ancient temple collapsed at once. In merely a few breaths, the ancient great sect that had endured for thousands of years became history.

The Demon Temple was destroyed, buried beneath countless shattered stones. The demonic body lingered no longer, stepping through the air and heading west.

At the same time, outside the Divine Palace, the battle between the two powerhouses had reached its most critical moment. The gap in cultivation gradually revealed itself. As their moves clashed, the residual force was difficult to dispel. Blood dripped from the corners of Bai Yunlian's lips; she had clearly suffered grave injuries.

However, the battle to hold back the enemy had been promised, and there could be no retreat. Bai Yunlian had only recently entered the mortal world, and the human she had interacted with most was Marquis of Knowing Fate. The two words "a promise" were engraved upon her heart.

On the other side, although the master of the Divine Palace held an absolute advantage, the longer he was delayed, the stronger the unease in his heart became. Seeing his opponent stubbornly refuse to withdraw, Purple Heaven Palace turned his right hand. Vast purple qi surged