Seeing this, Madman Chu's gaze sharpened slightly. Sword intent surged from his right hand. With a summons, the demon howled as the Mad Dao Sword pierced straight through it and returned to Madman Chu's hand.
Madman Chu's expression darkened further. He knew that if they kept fighting like this, even if the entire White Emperor City was destroyed, the two of them would never determine a victor.
"How about we stop here?" Madman Chu spoke first.
"Why stop? If we're going to fight, then fight to our heart's content. Too many misgivings will only slow the speed at which you draw your sword," the Crimson Blade Bull Demon replied unhappily.
"Fine. Since that is the case, I have not made a move for tens of thousands of years either. So what if I accompany you in battle?" Madman Chu turned his head and instructed Chu Feixiong.
"Lead everyone from the Chu Family and retreat a hundred li away. Before the battle ends, no one is allowed to return."
The Mad Dao Sword in his hand trembled, as though it too thirsted for battle.
The Sacred Might around the two men rose into the heavens at the same time, slicing apart half the firmament as they stood in opposition.
Just as things reached a critical moment, the two suddenly turned their heads and looked north together.
There, streaks of blood-red were swallowing the sky, spreading toward them from the direction of White Emperor City.
"So it has come," Madman Chu muttered.
"Take everyone and leave!" He turned to Chu Feixiong and shouted.
Then he stepped into the air alone, facing the boundless blood prison sky by himself. "May I ask why the Demon King has come to my White Emperor City?"
"So it is you, White Emperor's little lackey from back