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The long sword was slowly drawn from its sheath by Chen Moxuan. The sound of friction cut through the silence, carrying an undeniable ferocity. Han Yuan Wang's gaze grew increasingly cold.
Indeed, how could a being like you, who has lived for so long, understand us ordinary people? Most cultivators live only a hundred to two hundred years. The things we desire, you will never comprehend!
Chen Moxuan shook his head. "The mistakes of the past must be corrected. Han Yuan Wang, I spared you back then, fearing I might stray from my path. Now, I regret not having killed you then."
Before his words faded, three sword energies shot forth like lightning, instantly tearing through the air and heading straight for Han Yuan Wang. Yet he merely flickered out of sight, easily dodging the attack, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "An immortal? Ha! Is that all you've got?"
Chen Moxuan's eyes narrowed as his sword intent surged. The spiritual energy in the sky seemed to respond to his call, coalescing into a dazzling golden giant sword that hovered in mid-air, exuding an overwhelming pressure that sent chills down one's spine.
Seeing this, Han Yuan Wang's expression shifted slightly, but he quickly laughed even harder. "Is this your full strength? Immortal, don't disappoint me!"
At that moment, battle erupted in full force; the light of swords and chilling air intertwined as if only these two figures remained in the world.
Meanwhile, Tiger Brother quietly followed the Holy Blood Armor. Ever since parting ways with Chen Moxuan, he had kept a close eye on this mysterious armor. Its wearer appeared to be an ordinary person—thin and unremarkable in appearance. His cultivation at Houtian Shizhong was mediocre at best.
The only striking feature was his deeply sunken eyes, as if he were on the brink of death. He treated the Holy Blood Armor with great respect, almost reverently. It seemed as if the armor had a soul of its own, forcibly guiding its wearer towards the capital.
In truth, it did possess a soul—a remnant of the Blood Emperor's spirit. The man clad in the Holy Blood Armor traveled at a steady pace, neither fast nor slow, seemingly waiting for something.
Tiger Brother had followed him for over ten days. Finally, one evening, they returned to the realm of Da Ao Kingdom. Outside the city, Tiger Brother spotted someone who surprised him greatly—Su Mingyu, the Prime Minister of Da Ao Kingdom.
Dressed in luxurious official robes and bearing an imposing demeanor, Su Mingyu's gaze radiated an undeniable authority. This human—could he be the one who absorbed the Blood Emperor's essence? He looks so ordinary; there seems to be nothing special about him.
Tiger Brother muttered to himself.
Su Mingyu quickly brought the man clad in Holy Blood Armor back to the Chancellor's Residence. In the following days, the atmosphere in the city suddenly grew tense. To his surprise, Su Mingyu appeared before him wearing the Holy Blood Armor.
Has someone been replaced? Tiger Brother thought as he entered the Chancellor's Residence. He soon followed a scent to the study. A pool of fresh blood remained on the floor. Clearly, the person who had come had died, and Su Mingyu had become the new owner of the Holy Blood Armor.
At that moment, the Army began to mobilize, and to Tiger Brother's astonishment, Su Mingyu actually left the city alongside them. Transforming into human form, he inquired about this Army and learned that they were heading to confront the traitorous Di Sha Zhan Bu.
Although surprised, Tiger Brother did not take it too seriously. This army probably couldn't withstand even a single claw from him; after all, they were mere mortals. However, his focus remained on that Holy Blood Armor, so he continued to follow.
The march was incredibly dull, but for Tiger Brother, it was anything but boring. Su Mingyu often spoke to himself as if conversing with someone invisible. Tiger Brother hid nearby, listening intently.
"Great Emperor, we are about to reach the northern frontier. Do you have any instructions?" Su Mingyu's demeanor was respectful and anxious, as if he could truly hear a response from the Blood Emperor.
Tiger Brother speculated that he might be communicating with a fragment of the Blood Emperor's soul trapped within the Holy Blood Armor. The souls of the Blood Emperor and his host did not connect; rather, they were like two independent entities sharing similar traits—each living their own lives.
This realization piqued Tiger Brother's curiosity further, prompting him to continue tracking Su Mingyu. As the Da Ao Kingdom's army advanced northward, Tiger Brother overheard more conversations along the way. He witnessed Su Mingyu's interactions with the Blood Emperor's spirit becoming increasingly frequent.
It was clear that Su Mingyu was gradually descending into madness, transforming into an obedient Puppet. Just as they were nearing Anque City, on a moonless night filled with ominous winds, Tiger Brother suddenly caught wind of an alarming objective: drain the Dragon Vein and release the Rakshasa King!
Tiger Brother's eyes widened in shock; this reminded him of that bastard Chen Moxuan. Ah, it seems things are getting interesting now. He glanced at the surrounding guards and suddenly seized one of them. No one noticed as their comrade vanished without a trace.
In an instant, Tiger Brother expelled a mouthful of foul breath. The guard's eyes flashed with a red light.
Let you keep an eye on that guy, and make sure to perform well.
Meanwhile, as Chen Moxuan and Han Yuan Wang were locked in a fierce battle, their swords clashing and icy air swirling into chaos, he suddenly sensed a subtle wave—a transmission from the outside world. The voice of Xing Luo Zhen Ren echoed in his ears.
"Return quickly! The Azure Wolf Kingdom is taking advantage of Di Sha Zhan Bu's garrison at Yomi Blood Valley. They are gathering their remaining forces under the command of the veteran Xue Wu Hen, preparing to launch an offensive aimed at driving away those mortals you brought!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Moxuan's sword momentum faltered. The soldiers of Di Sha Zhan Bu were already weary, and he had no knowledge of Xue Wu Hen and his troops' strength. Continuing the fight like this could be dangerous.
Looking at Han Yuan Wang, who bore several wounds yet remained unharmed, a sense of resolve surged within him. "Han Yuan Wang, it seems I don't have time to play with you anymore. You've lived for three thousand years; farewell."
He coldly uttered these words before swiftly shifting his form, using the cover of his sword energy to dart toward the edge of the Yin Yang Boundary Diagram.
Seeing this, Han Yuan Wang's lips curled into a complex smile. He did not pursue but quietly watched Chen Moxuan's departing figure, a flicker of reluctance and anticipation flashing in his eyes. "Immortal, until next time. I hope you can bring me more surprises."
As Chen Moxuan crossed through the Yin Yang Boundary Diagram, a plan solidified in his mind. With his own strength, he could hold his ground against Han Yuan Wang. However, completely defeating him would be an arduous task.
Once he leaped out from the diagram, Chen Moxuan directly seized the pen engulfed in flames and drew a stroke upon the sound diagram. In the next moment, the stroke ignited like a blazing flame, beginning to consume the Yin Diagram while leaving the other half completely unaffected.
"Han Yuan Wang, farewell!" Chen Moxuan murmured softly.
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