The Devil Rises, the Dao Wanes; Demonic Flame Burns the Heavens
"Boom!"
The flying sword and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner collided with a deafening roar, and a blinding burst of light erupted instantly.
The violent energy swept across the entire arena like a tidal wave, causing even the arena's protective light shield to tremble violently.
Wei Jiaming and Li Yanzhou both coughed up blood, their bodies flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily onto the arena.
Li Yanzhou struggled to take out a healing pill and swallow it. He barely managed to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sneered:
"You hypocrite, your strength is indeed not bad, you managed to injure me like this, but you're not much better off."
Next, I'd like to see who among you can rival Fellow Daoist Wang.
Hahaha, today is the day when evil rises and good falls!
Wei Jiaming also took the healing pills and the Spring-Returning Pill, slowly stood up, his eyes full of disdain:
"You demonic and wicked people are full of treachery and cunning."
They only know how to use petty, low-class tricks; they're no different from rats in the gutter, and just looking at them is disgusting.
"Hahaha! I love seeing you see the look of pure rage, yet utterly powerless to do anything about it!"
Li Yanzhou flew off the stage with a wild laugh and arrived beside Wang Zechuan:
"Fellow Daoist Wang, it's up to you now."
Whether we can crush these righteous prodigies under our feet today depends entirely on you.
Wang Zechuan's lips curled into a confident smile, his tone relaxed:
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Li, leave the rest to me. I will show them the might of our demonic path."
Before he finished speaking, he moved swiftly and landed steadily on the arena.
His gaze swept over the righteous prodigies below the stage, filled with undisguised disdain:
"Among you so-called righteous prodigies, which one dares to step forward and fight?"
Wei Jiaming had already returned to his seat, immediately looked at Wang Ruoyao, his tone filled with concern:
"Fellow Daoist Wang, I wonder if your spiritual power has fully recovered?"
"Although it hasn't fully recovered to its peak, it's not far off."
Wang Ruoyao sighed softly, with a hint of regret, "It's a pity. If only I had more time, I could have fully recovered."
Having said that, she didn't hesitate any longer, leaping onto the arena, her gaze fixed on Wang Zechuan, her voice clear and firm:
"You demonic sorcerer, let me meet you today!"
Wang Zechuan looked at Wang Ruoyao, licked his lips, and said with a wicked smile:
"Wang Ruoyao, you're such a beauty, why do you have to fight and kill all the time?"
Why not join my Demonic Flame Sect and become my dual dao companion?
Wang Ruoyao's face darkened, her eyes filled with murderous intent, and she said coldly:
"You're courting death! Do you think I don't know that every step the Demonic Flame Sect takes to advance their cultivation is paved with the corpses of women?"
You are utterly wicked; even the Hehuan Sect is far inferior to you.
Wang Zechuan smiled disdainfully, "It's an honor for those mortal ants to serve us."
"And what I do is Demonic Flame Sect business, you think you can criticize me? If you've got the guts, come and fight me!"
"Hmph, let's settle this with our skills!"
Wang Ruoyao took out the Jade Water Bottle, quickly formed hand seals, and uttered a low shout, "Jade Water Surging Waves!"
In an instant, a towering column of water gushed out from the bottle's mouth, condensing into a surging, terrifying wave in mid-air, crashing towards Wang Zechuan with overwhelming force.
Wang Zechuan's aura suddenly erupted as he took out a mid-grade spirit sword and swung it, unleashing a jet-black, scorching sword aura that cleaved through the water.
Immediately afterwards, he wielded his spirit blade and attacked Wang Ruoyao.
At the same time, he formed a hand seal, and a black dragon burning with black flames appeared, breaking through the waves with an indomitable momentum and rushing straight towards Wang Ruoyao.
"A trivial skill!"
Wang Ruoyao's eyes sharpened, her hand seals changed swiftly, and she pointed a finger.
The water instantly condensed into ten giant claws, carrying immense spiritual power, and fiercely grabbed at the spirit blade and the black dragon.
"Bang! Bang!"
"Boom!"
After a series of explosions, the black dragon was shattered and vanished into specks of light.
Seeing that his attack was easily blocked by Wang Ruoyao, Wang Zechuan's face turned ugly, and he asked coldly:
How did you recover so quickly?
Wang Ruoyao chuckled lightly, "Demonic cultivators are cunning. I'm just severely depleted of spiritual energy, but I'm not injured. Although I haven't fully recovered, I'm still enough to deal with you."
After saying that, she pointed her finger, and the water flow turned into water arrows that shot towards the opponent in a devastating barrage.
Wang Zechuan moved swiftly, casting Law Technique to deflect the water arrows while simultaneously wielding his spirit blade in attack.
The two instantly clashed, the sounds of Law Technique and Law Treasure colliding ringing out continuously, their battle evenly matched.
Zheng Siqi shifted his gaze from the two fiercely battling on the ring to Lin Jing beside him and asked:
"Fellow Daoist Lin, do you know anything about the Demonic Flame Sect?"
Lin Jing nodded and slowly said, "I do know a little about the Demonic Flame Sect."
It is rumored that the Demonic Flame Art they cultivate possesses an extremely strong yang energy, causing an imbalance of yin and yang in them.
Therefore, they ordered the mortal nations under their control to pay tribute of 100,000 beautiful women every year for their sect cultivators to practice dual cultivation and balance yin and yang.
Those girls simply couldn't withstand the intense heat of the sun, and they would all die tragically before long.
The cultivators of the Demonic Flame Sect are all vicious and wicked.
"How could they be so brutal!"
Zheng Siqi looked shocked, her tone tinged with resentment:
"As expected of the Devil Dao Sect, they are utterly inhuman! But in my opinion, their days ahead are probably numbered."
Upon hearing this, Lin Jing instantly understood Zheng Siqi's implication and immediately nodded in agreement.
"Fellow Daoist is absolutely right! Whether they can continue to exist in the future is still unknown."
At this moment, Wang Zechuan was on the arena, saw that the entire arena had become a swamp, and his brows suddenly furrowed.
He knew he couldn't afford to fight Wang Ruoyao for long, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
He raised his hand and took out a bronze lamp, a black flame flickering at its wick.
Immediately, his hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and streams of spiritual energy flowed into the lamp like streaks of light. He shouted, "Demonic Flame Burns the Heavens!"
In an instant, pitch-black demonic flames erupted from the lamp, transforming into a raging torrent of fire that surged forward, burning towards Wang Ruoyao.
The water on the arena was evaporated into white steam by the sudden increase in temperature, and the entire arena was soon shrouded in mist.
Upon seeing the raging demonic flames, Wang Ruoyao's expression immediately turned solemn. She rapidly formed hand seals, and the water instantly condensed into a massive wave, slamming fiercely towards the demonic flames.
"Boom!"
The water waves and demonic flames collided with a deafening roar that shook the arena.
Water vapor completely filled the arena, turning it into a hazy gray and severely obstructing visibility.
Just then, a flash of light appeared in the mist.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Zechuan's spirit blade struck Wang Ruoyao instantly, sending her flying and crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.
Without Wang Ruoyao's spiritual power to support it, the water waves instantly collapsed, and the rolling demonic flames took the opportunity to burn towards her, while the spiritual blade followed closely behind, once again attacking the heavily injured Wang Ruoyao.
Wang Ruoyao's expression changed drastically. Although she wanted to continue fighting, she knew in her heart that she had lost the initiative and was seriously injured, so she had no chance of winning.
She endured the excruciating pain throughout her body, quickly recalled the Jade Water Bottle, and with a flash, flew straight off the arena.