Chapter 1087 - 735: Invincible in Battle

Chapter 1087: Chapter 735: Invincible in Battle

"Roar!"

The Ironforce Bear King let out a sky-shaking, miserable howl, clutching his face with his left hand, blood spurting through his fingers.

Those vicious bear eyes, blazing with ferocity, were pierced precisely by several streaks of Sword Qi!

Demon Qi went into chaos, and the massive Demon Body staggered backward.

The opportunity would vanish in a blink.

How could True Master Gu Guang possibly miss it!

The longsword in his hand condensed a single brilliant Cold Star; in Human Sword Unity, he pierced straight through the slightly upturned throat of the Bear Demon!

"Pshh!"

The Sword Light burst out through the neck, Demon Blood spraying.

All of the Ironforce Bear King’s movements froze abruptly; the heavy giant hammer crashed to the arena with a loud clang.

Then, that hill-like Demon Body swayed and collapsed with a thunderous crash, shaking the entire arena to its core.

In an instant, the silence was shattered.

"Good!"

"We’ve won!"

Within Yueqi City, there was first a brief silence, then a tidal wave of cheers erupted like mountains and seas roaring!

Countless Cultivators flushed with excitement, swinging their arms with all their might; the roar of voices surged like a tide, washing over the battlefield again and again.

"Gu Guang! Gu Guang! Gu Guang!"

Their shouts shook the clouds and stirred the four quarters, scattering some of the pervading Demon Qi.

...

One month later.

The towering arena was no more; in its place remained only a wrecked ground soaked with filthy blood, where splinters of wood and shards of stone mixed with dark brown bloodstains, exuding a thick, fishy stench.

On the battlefield, True Master Gu Guang was barely holding on.

His Lifebound Flying Sword flowed with radiance, forming layer upon layer of Sword Qi barriers, protecting him at the center.

His opponent was a ferocious and brutal White-Headed Eagle King.

Its wings spanned seven zhang; steel beak, iron claws, and in its talons it gripped a spiked, jet-black wolf-tooth mace—clearly a Tier Three Upper Grade Demon Soldier.

The White-Headed Eagle King did not land; it only circled in midair, its wings whipping up a violent Gang Wind as it repeatedly launched savage dives.

The wolf-tooth mace, wrapped in a mountain-splitting, stone-cracking Power, slammed viciously onto the Sword Qi barrier.

Each impact caused the Sword Qi barrier to shudder violently, Spiritual Light scattering wildly.

Not only that.

In the gaps between dives, the White-Browed Eagle King’s iron beak became a chisel, its Sharp Claws hooks; the edges of its wings were as sharp as blades, launching incessant attacks from every angle.

Its offensive was like a raging storm, heavy as ten thousand jun, without the slightest pause.

True Master Gu Guang’s face was deathly pale, his breathing heavy.

His feet trod a subtle footwork as he controlled his Flying Sword, fighting and retreating at the same time.

His Pill Essence Spiritual Power was rapidly being consumed and was about to be exhausted.

His Lifebound Flying Sword buzzed incessantly, the Spiritual Light along its blade dimming.

"Cough..."

True Master Gu Guang forcibly swallowed his surging blood, a trace of resolve flashing in his eyes.

He took out a blood-red Secret Technique Pill and swallowed it.

The medicinal Power dissolved, and a violent, blazing Power instantly surged into his limbs and bones.

His Golden Core was forcibly squeezed for its last dregs of Spiritual Power.

The Flying Sword’s light suddenly flared brilliantly, its sword cry clear and bright, bracing against the wolf-tooth mace that was smashing down.

"Clang!"

The deafening crash of metal striking metal rang in the ears.

True Master Gu Guang’s whole body trembled violently; he endured the searing pain and borrowed the force to be flung backward.

In a flash, he entered Body and Sword Unity, turning into a sharp Sword Light, fleeing with no regard for anything toward his own side’s formation in Flying Escape.

"Screech!"

How could the White-Headed Eagle King possibly let him escape!

With a shrill screech, its wings beat fiercely; its figure became a brown streak of lightning, instantly closing the distance as its razor-sharp eagle claws slashed down.

It was about to catch up.

At this moment, True Master Gu Guang’s Sword Escape had brought him to within a thousand zhang of True Monarch Su Xue.

The White-Headed Eagle King let out a muffled cry of pain, its charging figure forced to a sudden halt.

Its eyes burned with pain, as if filled with countless icy crystals and snowy lights flashing; its vision turned a blur, and its Divine Soul quivered.

Nascent Soul Divine Power!

The White-Headed Eagle King understood that this was True Monarch Su Xue’s warning.

She had not truly struck to kill, only given him a mild punishment.

The White-Headed Eagle King did not hesitate in the slightest; it immediately wheeled around back toward the battlefield, not daring to step half a pace beyond the line.

This was the tacit understanding between the Nascent Soul Demon Emperors of the two races.

Once one fled back a thousand zhang to their own side, it was deemed a safe range, and they could no longer be pursued.

Otherwise, the opposing Nascent Soul Demon Emperor could intervene.

Within five hundred zhang, they could directly kill.

The White-Headed Eagle King hovered in midair, circulating Demon Power to disperse the lingering snowy lights and stabbing pain in its eyes.

Its vicious eagle gaze swept toward True Master Gu Guang, who had staggered to the ground in the distance, and a trace of disdain flashed in its eyes.

A Golden Core of the Human Race—nothing more than this!

...

"Our White-Headed Eagle King is willing to fight another round!"

The Three-Eyed Thunder Peng Emperor’s voice rolled forth, echoing across the land, carrying unbridled pride.

Both the vast, dark mass of the Demon Race army and the Cultivators atop Yueqi City’s walls, craning their necks in anticipation, all turned their gazes toward True Monarch Su Xue’s formation.

True Monarch Su Xue still stood tall and unmoving, her Moon White Immortal Skirt untouched by a speck of dust, her bearing as cold and aloof as ever.

The months of bloody, continuous battle had left no trace upon her.

However, the seven Golden Core Cultivators behind her were in a completely different state.

Jing Wuming’s figure was hunched, his face ashen; he coughed softly without cease, his aura in total disarray.

When he fought the Dark Moon Wolf King in the arena, he had been on the losing side.

He had been forced to activate a Demon Sect Secret Technique and flee back to their formation.

Though he had snatched his life back, he suffered backlash from the Demon Technique, injuring his very foundation.

His Holy Pill had begun to loosen; seven or eight tenths of his Cultivation were gone, and he no longer had the strength to fight again.

True Monarch Su Xue publicly accepted him as a Registered Disciple and would bring him back to Yueqi Sect after the war.

All his grudges and enmities would be borne by True Monarch Su Xue alone.

It could be considered that she had preserved half of Jing Wuming’s crippled life.

The Wandering Cloud Dream’s left sleeve hung empty, his arm severed at the shoulder.

This was the handiwork of a Winged Tiger King; after the Demon Saber cut it off, the beast had torn and swallowed it whole.

A Golden Core Cultivator could regrow severed limbs, but that required time in quiet recuperation.

Right now, with the arena battles at their height, the Wandering Cloud Dream’s face was pale, yet he still stood with his mutilated body, refusing to step back.

These two were, in truth, already crippled; to step onto the field again would be no different from marching to their deaths.

They insisted on standing here only to bolster the momentum of the Human Race.

Shi Xuan was in slightly better shape.

Born a Demon Hunter, he was rich in experience and possessed many means of saving his own life.