Chapter 367: Hell's Forge, Unparalleled

Chapter 367: Hell's Forge, Unparalleled

Deng Yuxiang, dragging her long Night Slash Great Saber, strode through the forest, her pace quickening.

Judging by her momentum, it seemed she intended to skip all formalities and engage in battle directly.

In the distance, at the center of the arena, Liao Wushuang naturally sensed the overwhelming battle intent of the young woman.

"Hmph!" Liao Wushuang let out a cold laugh.

The Ring-Handled Saber, stuck in the snow, suddenly flew up, its hilt landing precisely in her palm.

Deng Yuxiang's aura surged, her high ponytail nearly horizontal with the wind, and with one step, she strode out of the snowy forest.

Liao Wushuang, holding her saber, pointed it towards Deng Yuxiang, her eyes filled with murderous intent, and the Ring-Handled Saber hummed with power.

At this moment, their gazes locked.

They understood each other's intentions through their eyes.

Fight?

Fight!

Amidst the exclamations, the two began a life-and-death battle without a single word exchanged!

"Shouldn't we greet each other or say something?"

"What's left to say? It's a matter of life and death now."

"Indeed! One seeks to break through the barriers ahead, while the other defends their path. These two powerful River Realm cultivators, though they may have had no prior grudges, are now mortal enemies!"

"Isn't this about seizing the Divine Armament Domain? How did it turn into a personal battle?"

"You're still too young! Our Northern Wind Sect relies on the saber, and we cultivate by its principles."

"The truly powerful Northern Wind disciples, aren't they all one with the saber, in heart and mind, ultimately becoming one with it?"

"In this battle, one of these sabers will surely shatter. Think carefully, what will be the consequence for the loser?"

The young Northern Wind follower drew in a sharp breath.

Turning back to the battlefield, they saw a whirlwind sweeping across.

Deng Yuxiang had just burst out of the snowy forest, advancing only a few dozen meters, her momentum soaring, when a cyclone appeared out of thin air.

At the center of the arena, Liao Wushuang's face was icy, her hand reaching forward.

In her palm, energy surged and rippled.

Northern Wind Divine Art - Northwind Roar! When Northern Wind disciples spar, it's an unspoken rule not to use cyclones.

Of course, in a life-and-death battle, such rules are irrelevant.

Liao Wushuang's attitude remained unchanged: like an eagle hunting a rabbit, she gave it her all!

You want to rise up?

You want to surge forward?

In your dreams!

Just as in the past few months, Liao Wushuang had challenged Deng Yuxiang three times! On the sparring ground, she seemed to hold back.

But in her suppression, she exerted all her strength.

She ruthlessly crushed this upstart who coveted the 'River Realm'.

Time and again, she trampled and shattered their lofty ambitions!

Or perhaps, in Liao Wushuang's eyes, this person's ambition was not just ambition, but a wolfish greed!

Should Liao Wushuang, with her esteemed status and high position, act this way?

She did.

Different personalities and environments lead to different choices.

Born in the mid-1970s, Liao Wushuang experienced the initial stages of the divine and demonic descent firsthand during her childhood.

It was a chaotic era beyond the imagination of later generations.

Millions were displaced, struggling to survive in the darkness.

To live,

people would do whatever it took.

So-called life principles were deepened time and again in the scramble for food and survival.

At seventeen, Liao Wushuang was blessed by the heavens.

Strictly speaking, her innate talent wasn't exceptional.

But in an era when the divine and demonic forces desperately needed followers to consolidate their rule, she was fortunate to join the Northern Wind Sect.

However, her fate was similar to most Northern Wind followers.

She was assigned to a true suicide squad, sent to the Demon Cavern under the divine beings, to the front lines to 'plug the holes'.

It was common knowledge that the Demon Cavern under the divine beings was managed by their disciples.

Thus,

Survival remained Liao Wushuang's life principle.

It didn't change with her shift in identity.

She went from barely surviving among the dead in the human realm to desperately struggling for life in the depths of the Demon Cavern, surrounded by corpses and blood.

But she survived.

Again and again, she crawled out alive.

This was a choice of will, and also the blessing of fate.

The human realm's turmoil gradually subsided.

But the fires of war in the depths of the Demon Cavern never ceased.

Through endless years of war, on the battlefield where life and death intertwined, Liao Wushuang understood a principle:

To win

is to live!

To lose

is to die!

They were one and the same.

I want to live.

I want to live!

I will live!

So...

"Huff!"

The cyclone came in waves, lifting the frost and snow from the ground, forming a terrifying snow tornado.

Deng Yuxiang was surrounded by wind and waves, rushing and dodging frantically.

The momentum she had built up was forcibly shattered.

In her desperate evasion, in the gap between two snow tornadoes, Deng Yuxiang's bright, beautiful eyes met Liao Wushuang's fierce gaze.

Their gazes intertwined.

Liao Wushuang's killing intent surged! The young junior, at twenty-two, a Third Stage River Realm cultivator! She was a worthy Human Realm genius, with terrifying talent beyond ordinary followers! Deng Yuxiang, a proud and radiant youth, was envied and admired, and her success ignited jealousy.

In the future, Deng Yuxiang would surely be an existence to look up to!

So in this battle, she must die!

Just shatter that Night Slash Great Saber?

No!

The saber, ultimately, is cultivated by its wielder.

The Night Slash Great Saber can shatter three, ten, or even a hundred times!

As long as Deng Yuxiang survives, as long as her spirit remains, as long as she continues to stride forward with pride,

then perhaps one day, she will bring another Night Slash Great Saber before me.

At that time, will she spare my life again?

Perhaps she will.

Perhaps she won't.

How can I possibly gamble?

How could I possibly entrust my life to her hands?

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Liao Wushuang fiercely swung her arm, unleashing a total of 16 Windblades, piercing towards the front.

At the same time, the surrounding winds and waves surged.

Liao Wushuang's feet were entangled in the wind, and she rushed towards the distance at an astonishing speed.

As expected, a cyclone spun into existence, sweeping up the snow on the ground and transforming it into a terrifying snow tornado.

The hearing of the Northwind followers far surpassed that of ordinary people, and they all heard the clashing of blades.

16 Windblades, overwhelming and covering the sky, rained down towards Deng Yuxiang.

Another 16 Windblades approached head-on.

A standoff between the two!

Amid the clanging sounds, snow tornadoes spread across the arena.

The battle between the Jiang Realm powerhouses was indeed devastating.

Frost and snow danced chaotically, and the battlefield was ravaged by raging winds.

Those outside the arena couldn't see clearly what was happening on the battlefield.

Deng Yutang clenched his fists.

He rushed towards the layers of wind and snow in the forest, and it was so intense that he struggled to keep his eyes open.

He tried hard to see something, but it was futile.

Bai Man Ni covered her face with one hand, and besides silently praying in her heart, there was nothing she could do.

Not to mention the Red Turban followers or the Curse followers, even the Northwind followers watching from the sidelines mostly couldn't determine the movements of the two Human powerhouses.

Northwind Divine Art - Wind Chant could indeed listen to the sound of the wind.

However, the battlefield was too chaotic, and the information was overwhelming. It was indeed difficult for anyone other than a true powerhouse to pinpoint the positions of both sides.

Lu Ran locked onto his target!

He didn't have the Northwind Sect's Wind Chant, but he had the Evil Perception Spell of the Evil Dog Clan!

"Hurry up!"

Lu Ran stood at the edge of the snow forest, his face solemn.

Since the start of the battle, his heart had gradually sunk to the bottom of the valley.

Liao Wushuang, indeed, was a warrior tempered in the depths of the Demon Cavern and forged in the crucible of war!

Ordinary Human followers were usually born during the Night of the Fifteenth and honed their skills through defensive missions.

The difference was evident!

Such a swift blade, such a ruthless person.

After such a long time, there wasn't even a single extra movement.

Every strike aimed at vital points, each one deadly!

"Crack!"

Lu Ran tilted his head slightly, straining to listen.

The two were engaged in a close-quarters battle.

The sound that had just reached his ears was probably the blade being chopped and creating a gap.

Lu Ran's expression changed slightly.

Great Nightmare, he couldn't afford to clash head-on!

The opponent's Ring-Handled Saber was a full grade higher than the Night Slash Great Saber.

In the distant snow forest, Hu Jiaojiao's face was filled with reluctance.

As a Jiang Realm powerhouse, she naturally heard some of the sounds.

"Grandpa, why won't Yuxiang surrender?" Hu Jiaojiao asked in a low voice.

Beside her stood an elderly man with a tall and sturdy build.

Although his hair was white, his spirit was vigorous, and his aura was exceptionally robust.

If Lu Ran saw this elderly man, he would probably perceive him as a domineering and heavy Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

The elderly man closed his eyes, his expression unreadable, and he spoke calmly, "Jiaojiao, there's a type of person in this world.

They'd rather die than surrender."

Hu Jiaojiao's expression was complex, and she opened her mouth to say something but suddenly looked up.

Just from this action, one could discern the strength of the two combatants.

The majority of the Northwind disciples watching didn't react.

But Lu Ran, who was the first to look up, saw the silhouettes of two fiercely fighting figures high in the sky.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Frost and snow filled the battlefield, gradually falling to the ground, while the sky above was clear and bright.

The two Northwind powerhouses fought in the air as if it were flat ground, and the battlefield gradually reached a delicate balance.

32 Windblades split into two groups.

One group besieged Liao Wushuang, while the other surrounded Deng Yuxiang.

Deng Yuxiang wielded the Night Slash Great Saber, enveloped in dense divine energy, swinging it widely and powerfully, dispersing the surrounding wind blades.

Liao Wushuang held the Ring-Handled Saber with one hand, her movements incredibly simple and her attacks fiercely swift.

Lu Ran's eyes widened!

Such a simple strike.

Such efficient slaughter!

Liao Wushuang, with an overwhelming advantage, effortlessly dealt with the crisis on her path and flew straight towards Deng Yuxiang!

Behind her, a group of Windblades gave chase.

Liao Wushuang didn't care!

The Ring-Handled Saber in her hand vibrated, and from its tip, she dragged a long blade mark.

Northwind Divine Art - Remnant Wind Trace!

This technique was known as the top single-target killing technique below the River Level!

And the River Level Remnant Wind Trace, although not the absolute best, was undoubtedly among the top-tier techniques!

"Come, young one."

Liao Wushuang's voice was hoarse, sending chills down the listeners' spines.

Her white hair fluttered in the wind, revealing a pair of eyes filled with murderous intent.

Deng Yuxiang's eyes narrowed!

Impossible to fight head-on!

She couldn't afford to hesitate, and with two fingers, she unleashed the cyclone in front of her, causing it to bloom.

At the same time, Deng Yuxiang rapidly fell towards the lower left.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

"Crack!"

In just an instant, Deng Yuxiang, forced to change her tactics and cast her spell, was stabbed by four Windblades in her waist, back, shoulder, and neck.

The Northwind Sect's Shattered Wind Armor she wore shattered with a boom.

It didn't matter; Deng Yuxiang had the Human technique - Water Flow Armor.

But the problem was that each strike of the River Level Windblade, while piercing and slashing Deng Yuxiang, also interfered with her flight speed and direction.

"Huff!"

A cyclone suddenly rose, engulfing Deng Yuxiang's slender figure.

Liao Wushuang seized the fleeting opportunity!

She entered the fray, holding her blade and stabbing at the storm.

Her voice grew increasingly eerie and hoarse, as if countless souls were resonating within her:

"Come, young one!"

On this path of life, white bones were destined to litter the way.

I've lived for over forty years.

The Northwind Elder threw me into the Demon Cavern, and I struggled for nearly thirty years.

They died.

I lived!

(End of Chapter)

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