Ye Huang hastily raised his hand and conjured a pitch-black Demonic Shield. The Fire Sword slammed into it, instantly burning a large hole through the sturdy shield. Searing Sword Qi swept past Ye Huang's shoulder, burning straight through his demonic robe and leaving a charred wound on his shoulder.
Ye Huang growled in pain and hastily retreated several steps. His gaze on Yuezheng Xiangling had become incomparably grave.
"To think you awakened a Divine Word Art too! I underestimated you!"
"If you could awaken one, why couldn't I?"
Yuezheng Xiangling's tone was calm as she raised the Fire Sword again. "Your Ten Thousand Ghosts Devour the Dao can't stop my Azure Luan Divine Flame. You'd better show me what you're really capable of."
A vicious gleam filled Ye Huang's eyes. Pitch-black Demonic Qi surged from his shoulder wound, sealing it in an instant. He formed seals with both hands, and the Demonic Qi around him churned again. This time, it was far denser and gloomier than before. Even the light above the Arena dimmed.
"Since you've awakened a Divine Word Art too, let me show you the true might of a Great Demon Lord's Divine Word Art!"
"Demon Heaven Descent!"
At Ye Huang's shout, pitch-black demonic clouds covered the entire sky above the Arena. A demonic cloud dozens of yards across condensed and hurtled down at Yuezheng Xiangling with world-destroying force. Before it even reached her, its crushing pressure had already made the entire Arena sink slightly.
Yuezheng Xiangling looked up at the descending cloud without any sign of haste. Azure-violet flames soared around her, forming a phantom azure luan wreathed in fire above her head. With a clear cry, the azure luan spread its wings and charged toward the falling cloud.
"Divine Word Art, Azure Luan Burning Heaven Ravine!"