[Qian Renxue hovered high in the sky, her holy eyes gazing indifferently down at the demon lord below. Her voice rang out, cool and clear:
"Demon God Emperor, your Demon Race has brought chaos to this continent for ten thousand years, slaughtering living beings. Your sins tower to the heavens."
"Today, in the name of the Angel God, I shall end these ten thousand years of demonic chaos and purge the Demon Race from this world."
Feng Xiu suppressed the shock in his heart. The demonic pressure around him grew increasingly fierce as he said coldly, "Angel God, don't think my Demon Race fears you. If we truly fight to the death, even if you win, you will pay a terrible price!"
High above, Qian Renxue's lips curved slightly, revealing a faint trace of divine indifference:
"A price? Before an absolute gulf in power, you ants cannot withstand a single blow."
"You..."
Though Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu was furious, he knew that the goddess before him spoke the truth.
The last trace of hesitation in his eyes vanished completely, replaced by the resolve to burn his boats and fight to the end.
(Borrowing an iconic scene from Battle Through the Heavens here.)
Buzzz-!
A demonic cry that shook heaven and earth suddenly exploded!
Pitch-black demonic light blazed in Feng Xiu's palm. An ancient demon sword covered in countless abyssal patterns, its blade flowing with dark crimson bloodlight, tore through the air and hovered beneath the firmament.
The instant the demon sword appeared, demonic energy from across heaven and earth surged madly toward it.
This was the Supreme Demon Artifact passed down through the Demon Race since time immemorial, their final trump card, and the only heaven-defying object capable of touching the barrier of divinity.
Holding the demon sword, Feng