Chapter 50

Pei Ji’s condition worsened, but he gritted his teeth and held on, not revealing a hint of emotion. Fortunately, Ning Ning’s swordsmanship focused on agility and speed. The Xinghe Sword emitted a dazzling white light, bringing forth sword qi like a galaxy, swift and intense, slashing through the oncoming dark net.

The demonic aura was dense, and the attack was fierce. Everyone couldn’t cut through it all in time, and they were left with more or less cuts and wounds. Finally, as they escaped the room, a thunderous roar echoed.

Half of the wall couldn’t bear the weight and suddenly collapsed, yet Xuan Ye stood upright without panic. He soared into the air from the gap, and his toes landed precisely on the protruding corner of the roof.

His robe fluttered, surrounded by an eerie wind, and a corner of his garment was gently lifted, revealing the demonic aura entwining around his ankles like a long snake.

Zheng Weiqi, to protect the two demon clan members with no combat abilities, suffered significant injuries. Now, her white male robe was stained with blood, resembling blossoming red plum flowers, exhibiting a cruel and bloodthirsty beauty.

However, she was undoubtedly the senior sister of the sword sect. She immediately gritted her teeth, wielded her sword, and leaped onto the roof. The sword shadows transformed into strands of white light, enveloping her entire body.

Then, the sword shadows simultaneously hummed, attacking the nearby demonic cultivator. Sword qi turned into a wind, dragon-like sword cries echoed, and amidst the interweaving lights and shadows, it was as bright as daylight.

This was the unique skill of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, the “Myriad Swords Technique.”

The difficulty of the Myriad Swords Technique was extremely high and was often used by Nascent Soul stage experts. Xuan Ye had never expected a young girl to unleash such a technique. Forced to retreat a few steps by the sword lights, he cursed silently and activated his demonic aura for protection, but still received several long cuts.

He dared not underestimate the situation and engaged in a brief battle with Zheng Weiqi. After a while, due to his higher cultivation and experience, he emerged victorious. However, Xuan Ye was also injured, coughing up a mouthful of black blood.

“You dare to fight me at the third level of Nascent Soul?”

The shadows in the man’s eyes deepened, and he sneered, “As for the few little friends in the Golden Core stage, are you going to take action yourselves, or should I?”

Although he spoke this way, he did not give them a chance to choose. In an instant, he leaped down from the roof and walked directly to Ning Ning.

He never liked overly clever women.

Especially those who saw through his tricks.

“Consider yourself an appetizer, shall we?”

As he spoke, the young man activated the demonic aura in his body. Ning Ning was about to draw her sword when, unexpectedly, another sword blocked in front of her.

It was Pei Ji.

The demonic aura inside him was rampant, evidently difficult to restrain. Though he was clearly in pain, with trembling fingertips, he stood expressionless in front of her. His voice was icy. “Don’t touch her.”

“You?”

Xuan Ye assessed him, sneering disdainfully, “You also have a demonic aura in your body… The clash of sword qi and demonic aura inside your body must be hard to control now, right? Still want to play the hero?”

Pei Ji didn’t respond, swinging his sword down.

His sword qi was as chilling as he was, as if wrapped in a thin layer of ice and snow. When cutting through the air, it stirred up a silver frost.

Fast and fierce, he exerted all his strength, leaving no opportunity for the opponent to catch their breath.

Pei Ji’s attacks became increasingly ferocious.

This is not the level that an ordinary Golden Core stage cultivator can reach. Xuan Ye finally restrained his laughter and conjured a pitch-black longsword with demonic energy.

The two swords clashed, and the two figures moved so fast that they were almost indiscernible. A white and a black sword collided suddenly, devoid of any unnecessary techniques, only instinct and killing intent honed in battles.

In this situation, rashly intervening would only make things worse. Ning Ning frowned, her heart pounding.

Pei Ji was almost risking his life in the confrontation, his black attire swallowed by the darkness of the night. Between his agile movements, a few drops of blood fell to the ground.

His complexion was even paler than Xuan Ye’s, and within his slender and thin body seemed to hide a fierce beast. Ferocity and ruthlessness were deeply ingrained in his bones.

Threads of shadow-like black mist entwined and climbed up, successively reaching the young man’s ankles, spine, and neck. He must be in severe pain; his back occasionally trembled uncontrollably. But it was precisely this bone-deep pain that gave birth to an infinite fighting spirit, keeping him from losing focus.

Xuan Ye was already quite weak, and his strength had been further depleted by Zheng Weiqi earlier. After a series of entanglements, he gradually became incapable. However, his opponent was as fierce as a wild dog, leaving him no room to catch his breath.

…This kid must be insane!

With his current fighting style, he was essentially squandering his life, using it as a bargaining chip to press Xuan Ye relentlessly.

A lunatic!

Xuan Ye secretly activated the little remaining spiritual power and launched a fierce attack on Pei Ji. This blow would be impossible for the opponent to evade, and ordinary sword qi couldn’t pierce through it. At that moment, this kid would have no choice but to be stabbed in the abdomen.

He secretly revealed a smile of inevitable victory. However, in the next instant, his expression froze abruptly.

The young man in front of him was almost completely enveloped in demonic energy, with eyes as dark as an abyss, clouded by pain, and bloodshot with veins. Over-exertion had left his face with a layer of deathly pallor, and it seemed like he could succumb to exhaustion at any moment.

On his longsword, the snowy white sword light unexpectedly intertwined with the surging demonic energy, like stars and moons overlapping, instantly breaking through layers of demonic aura—

In the blink of an eye, it thrust straight into his abdomen!

How could this be?

A stabbing pain emanated from his abdomen, and Xuan Ye stared in disbelief at the youth’s eyes, determined and accepting of death.

This madman! He actually merged demonic energy and righteous sword intent into the sword! Doesn’t he worry about going berserk or a backlash of spiritual energy!

Even if he followed an unconventional path as a demon cultivator, he couldn’t help but subconsciously wonder: What kind of bizarre technique is this?!

Xuan Ye lowered his head in disbelief, his facial features contorting into a grimace due to the pain.

Unable to endure the overflow of demonic energy any longer, Pei Ji half-knelt on the ground, supporting his body with his hands.

“Pei Ji!”