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In the Demon Cave, which also lay beneath a starry sky, there was a stark contrast to the bloody atmosphere of the Thunder Sea. Countless demons trembled, crawling in the void, their eyes gazing upward.
The vast Thunder Sea surged and fell, with innumerable Thunder Dragons weaving through its depths. Countless stars were obscured, vanishing in an instant, as many demons turned to Ashes of Calamity, disappearing into the cosmos.
The arrival of Zuo Dao triggered a cataclysmic disaster. The saying "better to let a friend die than oneself" held true, especially for a demon race that feasted on immortals.
Bie Xue Xian Ren shared similar thoughts; Zuo Dao was astute and perceptive. Without hesitation, he plunged into the Demon Cave to face his first calamity in life.
As the threat dissipated, everyone felt a wave of relief wash over them.
With the Demon Shield above his head and the Demon-Slaying Sword beneath his feet, surrounded by Five-Color Radiance and with Black and White Qi circulating within him, Zuo Dao unleashed his full combat power, standing in the void, awaiting the impending disaster.
Gradually, deities began to manifest within the Thunder Sea, and immortals appeared atop the Thunder Dragons.
"Divine Wrath."
Bie Xue Xian Ren was alarmed; such immense power could only be unleashed when the Demon of Godslaughter and the Devouring Immortal Beast revealed themselves. If it weren't for having spent time with Zuo Dao and recognizing him as an accepted successor, he would have suspected that Zuo Dao had been reborn as a demon.
Staring at the scene before him, Bie Xue Xian Ren fell silent for a long time.
The figures of deities and immortals became increasingly distinct, each sensing the other's presence.
Finally, a deity radiating golden light emerged from the Thunder Sea wielding a long blade. An immortal holding a precious sword also descended from atop a Thunder Dragon.
From their elevated position, they looked down at Zuo Dao, their gaze inadvertently sweeping across some point in the void.
On Wangfeng Platform, before the Water Screen, Bie Xue Xian Ren and others felt a flash before their eyes as the Water Screen exploded. In that moment, they vaguely heard a voice:
"Power cannot be glimpsed."
Just one glance nearly shattered Bie Xue Xian Ren's spirit.
"If Bie Xue Xian Ren hadn't stopped in front of me," everyone broke into a cold sweat thinking about this. "War" In the void where Zuo Dao was, the roar of Golden Deity rang out, and at the same time, the sound of Sword-Wielding Immortal's sword drawing leisurely resounded throughout the world. Demon Shield seems to be breaking under the roar of God, and Demon-Slaying Sword seems to be surrendering under the roar of the sword. Zuo Dao punched Demon Shield with one punch and hit Demon-Slaying Sword with one palm. His fighting spirit was aroused and he was about to break the momentum. The divine power and power are endless. "It's very strong! It's really strong! Just one voice and one movement almost made me collapse, but it's a pity that it's not enough!!!" Zuo Dao roared. "Break it!!!" The Black and White Qi in the body was running rapidly, and a black sword light was shot out with one punch, and a white sword light was shot out with a palm. Hit the Demon Shield. Hit the Demon-Slaying Sword. A faint voice sounded in two places. The Five-Color Radiance attached to the surface of Zuo Dao, which had been suppressed since the two appeared, bloomed happily. Just like the gods who were punished and the immortals who were demoted to the mortal world, they are finally released at this moment. Golden Deity and Sword-Wielding Immortal seemed to have sensed this scene. "Cut." The divine music sounded again in the void, but when I heard Zuo Dao, it was like a death-threatening demonic sound in my ears. My scalp was numb, my hair was exploding, and I felt a huge crisis coming. I saw Golden Deity one Slash towards Sword-Wielding Immortal, Sword-Wielding Immortal one Sword Slash towards Golden Deity. Wherever the sword and sword passed, the space was shattered, and all objects blocking it were swept away.
The blade was not aimed at Zuo Dao, nor was the sword; it was a clash between gods and immortals.
Zuo Dao did not let his guard down, sensing that the threat was drawing ever closer.
As the blades met, there was a heavy silence, yet countless Thunder Plasma bolts shot forth, finally revealing to Zuo Dao the source of his peril. The Thunder Plasma was directed straight at him.
"Damn it, when gods fight, mortals suffer." It seemed like a staged battle, but in the end, he was still the target.
There was no way to evade it. The range of the Thunder Plasma was too vast, sealing off his surroundings.
Zuo Dao surged forward, taking on the form of Black and White Qi. With his left hand, he transformed into a black long knife, while his right hand morphed into a snow-white silver sword, unleashing a frenzied Sword Dance.
My fate is determined by me alone.
With a slash of plasma and a thrust of his sword, Zuo Dao engaged with the Thunderlight. Upon contact, he was forced to retreat repeatedly, his hands moving in a blur as he unleashed thousands of strikes—whether they were swords or knives he could not tell. Countless attacks still landed on him, tearing at his flesh and damaging his meridians.
The Primordial Form of the Great True Martial Body and Black and White Qi worked tirelessly to repair his injured body and meridians while simultaneously battling the Thunder Plasma that had invaded him.
Inside him, Black and White Qi and Thunder Plasma formed a bizarre battlefield. At times they clashed violently against each other; at other times they fused together. Sometimes it was the black Essence fighting against the Plasma; other times it was the white magic battling the Thunderlight. Occasionally, black Essence would devour Thunderlight, while white magic absorbed Plasma—chaos reigned supreme.
A moment of clarity arose in his mind.
It was the will of the gods attacking him, their Divine Thought like light, while the intent of the immortals flowed like nectar.
The gods were furious at his lack of shame for associating with immortals; the immortals were enraged by his unwillingness to fight alongside them.
Zuo Dao stood amidst the starry sky, hair disheveled and body glowing with blood light, proud and defiant.
In that fleeting moment of battle, he gained enlightenment and could not help but laugh maniacally.
"Funny, funny. A deity, an immortal. You look down on me, and I find you unworthy. Each of us thinks we are superior; it's truly laughable."
He pointed his sword at the Golden Deity.
"You are the Blade God, yet you resent me for using a knife instead of a sword."
He directed his blade toward the Sword-Wielding Immortal.
"You are the Sword Immortal, yet you rage at me for wielding a knife in place of a sword."
"What difference is there between gods, immortals, humans, and beings? They are merely playthings of the Rules of the Path. Today, I, Zuo Dao, will test how these gods and immortals can deal with me. What can the Rules of the Path do to me?"
With wild laughter, he charged into battle once more.
Blood coughed up as blades flew in all directions.
In the midst of chaotic fighting, the black knife shattered only to reassemble, while the white sword broke and mended again. Thunderlight was cleaved apart, and Plasma was pierced through.
Though heavily injured, his fighting spirit surged; both body and mind were exhausted, yet his will to fight remained high.
The deity fumed, and the immortal seethed.
The Thunder Sea Electric Dragon continuously surged into the Blade God’s body, causing it to swell immensely as it charged toward Zuo Dao with overwhelming force.
The entire demon cave trembled with the aftermath of their battle, countless demons caught in the ripples.
Cracks began to appear in the Celestial Starry Veil.
The Black and White Qi within him was being consumed rapidly but was also replenished in battle, drawing power from the Thunder Sea Electric Dragon. Zuo Dao had completely gone mad; it was either death or his own demise—there was no choice left.
Killing the opponent before him was the only thought in his mind.
The clash of blades reached its limit at last.
Zuo Dao's body began to sustain injuries, his consciousness started to blur, yet his will remained steadfast; as long as he drew breath, the fight would not cease.
The True Martial Body was shattered, the Black and White Qi was crushed, flesh and blood were devoured by the Thunder Dragon, and the two energies were submerged by the Thunder Sea.
Zuo Dao fell.
Under the combined forces of the Rules of the Dao, God of Battle, and War Immortal, this rebellious and rule-breaking Monster was erased from this world.
As the thunder ceased and the lightning faded, this scene was about to come to an end.
The entire Starry Battlefield lay in ruins, with shattered stones scattered everywhere, demon corpses littering the ground, and the Celestial Veil nearly breached.
Divine Wrath reigned, causing all things to suffer.
The earth was unkind, treating all living beings like mere fodder.
Only a single will lingered in the void.
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