King's Awakening Chapter 807

Chapter 807: Chapter 807: Saint Amir Steel

“Saint, Amir Steel!”

White Mitchell quietly murmured this name, feeling a burgeoning power gradually forming in his dantian.

Soon!

About to break through!

White Mitchell grudgingly bore the discomfort of his body, holding up against the fatigue of his body before the breakthrough, once again entering into the life of a Saint.

White Mitchell was a very ordinary cultivator; his appearance unremarkable; bald and wearing a pair of ordinary glasses, always dressed in plain white clothes. His cultivation level was also average, having just broken through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, there was still a long way to go from the real Immortal Realm.

However, White Mitchell had an unyielding heart, and he had no slack in his pursuit of the Immortal Realm. He knew his talent was not enough, but he believed that as long as he worked hard, he would one day reach his goal.

One day, White Mitchell met a mysterious elderly man who claimed to be an elder from the fairyland, saw the potential within White Mitchell and voluntarily proposed him a task. He wanted White Mitchell to go to the Land of Cold Ice to find an immortal stone known as Cold Jade. Only by obtaining this stone could he break through to the Golden Core Stage and achieve a higher level of cultivation.

White Mitchell readily agreed and begun his journey to find the Cold Jade. He crossed dangerous mountain ranges, trekked among millennia old trees, facing attacks from different vicious beasts along the way, but none could stop White Mitchell. He countered these attacks time and time again using his swordsmanship and spells, drawing closer to his goal step by step.

Finally, White Mitchell arrived at the legendary Land of Cold Ice. It's a birdless, snakeless icy land with an extremely low temperature, posing a huge challenge for cultivators. But White Mitchell was not scared. He took a deep breath, raised his True Qi and resisted the freezing cold.

He started to search for traces of Cold Jade on the ice field according to the clues provided by the elder. After several days of hard work, White Mitchell finally found a jewel containing immortal power. This was the legendary Cold Jade.

However, when he tried to pick up the Cold Jade, a strange glow suddenly flashed, accompanied by a strong suction force which firmly pinned him down. White Mitchell was instantly in danger.

It turned out that the Cold Jade is a jade that nurtures a Cold Spirit. It couldn't suppress its power and formed an inexplicable bond with White Mitchell. The Cold Spirit is very attractive to cultivators who restrain the fire attribute. Being a fire attribute cultivator, White Mitchell naturally became its target.

White Mitchell tried his best to break free from the attraction of the Cold Spirit. He concentrated all his True Qi and used his most powerful spells, but to no avail.

Just when White Mitchell was about to give up, he suddenly thought of a method. He started to practice a mysterious spell called the “Fire and Cold Decision”. This spell could fuse his fire attribute True Qi with the Cold Spirit, achieving a balance.

White Mitchell persisted day and night, the “Fire and Cold Decision” gradually formed in his body. Eventually, he successfully cast this spell. His True Qi and the Cold Spirit harmoniously coexisted in his body, no longer repelling each other.

Just when he thought it was all over, suddenly the Cold Jade shone brightly and a blast of cold wind swept over. White Mitchell immediately felt his cultivation level rising rapidly. His True Qi became extremely pure under the influence of the Cold Spirit, breaking through the Golden Core Stage and reaching the Nascent Soul Stage.

The joy of a breakthrough in cultivation filled White Mitchell's heart. He felt as if he was standing on a brand-new starting point. The Cold Spirit in front of him became more and more bright, turning into a ray of light and merging into his body, making him feel filled with an immense power.

White Mitchell felt a revolutionary change in his body. His whole body was radiating infinite light and his eyes reflected a glaring determination. He knew, he was no longer an ordinary cultivator, but had become an individual chosen by fate.

When the light of Cold Jade faded, White Mitchell's vision became even clearer. He felt that his power was far superior than before. His divine sense expanded to an incredible level, being able to perceive every blade of grass and every tree from thousands of miles away.

He looked up and saw a towering mountain standing on the snowy plain from afar, with a giant black hole on top of the mountain, emitting a strong stench. White Mitchell knew, that was the legendary evil place — The Temple of the Demon Ancestor.

He set off. With just a few steps, his body disappeared from the spot, reappearing at the entrance of the Temple of the Demon Ancestor, a gloomy cave.

As he stepped into the Temple of the Demon Ancestor, a strong Dark Aura hit him. White Mitchell's eyes flickered with a cold light, he raised his sword and placed it in front of him. He felt terrible auras converging from all around, like the beating heart of the Demon Ancestor.

The Demon Ancestor stood in the temple, disheveled, wearing a pitch-black cloak, his eyes glittering with brutality. His eyes fell on White Mitchell, and he sneered, “A junior who has just broken through the Golden Core Stage dares to seek death.”

White Mitchell steadied his mind. Facing the pressure of the Demon Ancestor, he did not back down, “I am here to stop your evil deeds, your sins will end here.”

The Demon Ancestor let out a mocking laugh, the entire temple trembled, “You think you can defeat me with your current cultivation level? Ridiculous!”

White Mitchell's eyes hardened, his hand gripping his sword, his True Qi flowing and forming into an extraordinarily sharp Sword Qi. Without any hesitation, he charged towards the Demon Ancestor, marking the commencement of an intense confrontation.

Sword Qi and Dark Energy intertwined, shattering the enclosed space of the entire temple and dissipating the foul-smelling air. White Mitchell's Swordsmanship was as fast as a gale, attacking the Demon Ancestor with a speed akin to thunder that even one's ears couldn't avoid.

The Demon Ancestor's movement was extraordinary agile, expertly dodging White Mitchell's Sword attack in the blink of an eye. He then spouted a burst of black energy which lunged at White Mitchell like a venomous snake.

White Mitchell was advancing victorious. Dancing his sword in hand, the sword shone like a rainbow, crushing the Dark Energy relentlessly. Fearless, he firmly stood in front of the Demon Ancestor.

At this time, the Demon Ancestor no longer underestimated White Mitchell. His face became serious: “Boy, you do possess some strength, but unfortunately, you're merely a mortal and there's no way you can defeat me.”

White Mitchell held his sword tightly, a hint of resolution flickering in his eyes. “Even if I am a mortal, I will defeat you, the Demon Ancestor, with the tenacious will of mankind!”

Having said that, he exerted his True Qi to the maximum, transforming into a white light possessing infinite power, charging straight at the Demon Ancestor.

The radiance from White Mitchell's sword converged into a powerful energy, shining like a steadfast star emitting a burning light. Utilizing his act of breaking through to the Golden Core Stage, he executed his most potent attack technique to the utmost.

The sword and Dark Energy intertwined, the deafening noise of their continuous clashes echoed. The Demon Ancestor was forced to back down repeatedly under White Mitchell's relentless assault, leaving horrifying wounds on his body.

The Demon Ancestor roared angrily, his dark energy erupted, and he turned into a black fog, moving rapidly. White Mitchell promptly followed his movements, slicing through a corner of the black fog with his sword.

The Demon Ancestor revealed himself again, holding a black magic wand radiating a grim, cold light. Wielding the wand abruptly, he shot a black beam of light towards White Mitchell like a lightning bolt.

A sense of crisis surged in White Mitchell's heart, and his face changed slightly. He moved backward swiftly, but the black light beam closely followed him, resulting in a deadly chase attack.

At the crucial moment, White Mitchell made an astonishing decision. He suddenly stopped, leaping into the air, his body almost touching the ground, and narrowly avoided the attack of the black light beam.

In mid-air, White Mitchell plunged his sword into the ground and the sword light spurted out immediately, forming a dazzling light curtain that enveloped his entire body.

The black light beam collided hard onto the light curtain, causing a piercing tearing sound. However, the curtain stood still, like an unbreakable barrier.

White Mitchell seized this precious opportunity, his killing intent erupted, and he charged towards the Demon Ancestor again. Wielding his sword at high speed, the blade light twisted like a tornado, raining down like a sword's rain.

The Demon Ancestor gritted his teeth, continuously swinging his wand to block the sword light. However, the sword light was like an endless flood, compelling the Demon Ancestor to keep retreating.

Suddenly, the Demon Ancestor flashed, dodged a sword light, and immediately raised his wand. The wand's power poured out, forming a black energy shield, blocking the remaining attacks.

White Mitchell was not discouraged at all. His eyes were as bright as electricity, looking for opportunities. He keenly discovered that when the Demon Ancestor's shield was defended, his body was briefly exposed.

Immediately seizing this opportunity, he made a more deadly attack. The sword's edge tore through the air, emitting a sharp Sword Qi, and quickly stabbed towards the Demon Ancestor like lightning.

There was a trace of solemnity in the Demon Ancestor's eyes. He instinctively swung his wand to shatter the Sword Qi. However, unexpectedly, the Sword Qi had a distortion ability that seemed corrosive, infiltrating his defense shield.

As the Sword Qi went by, the Demon Ancestor's shield shattered, and White Mitchell's sword pointed directly at the Demon Ancestor's body.

The Demon Ancestor's eyes flickered, seemingly sensing the impending danger. He let out a desperate roar, his body exploding with black fog, attempting to resist White Mitchell's attack.

But, White Mitchell remained unmoved with a heaven-shattering sword carrying infinite sword intent pierced through the Demon Ancestor's black mist body.

As if the air had solidified, and time seemed to come to a halt, the Demon Ancestor screamed, his entire body pierced, and a terrifying Dark Energy ripple emitted from his body.

White Mitchell's sword pierced directly through the body of the Demon Ancestor, Dark Energy quickly spreading on the sword. White Mitchell immediately felt a strong rebounding force from the sword, and he swiftly retreated.

The Demon Ancestor opened his gaping mouth in a bone-chilling scream, and dark energy erupted from his body, coalescing into an enormous Dark Hand that lunged at White Mitchell.

White Mitchell's face changed; he quickly sidestepped the attack from the Dark Hand. Using swift movement techniques, he dodged like a gust of wind, incessantly wielding his swordsmanship as the blade's glow flickered like a meteor–pruning the Dark Hand at times and tearing through the dark energy at others.

The Dark Hand dissolved once again into nothingness. But the Demon Ancestor refused to admit defeat. With a powerful, a dark shadow morphed out of his leap, appeared behind White Mitchell in the blink of an eye, swinging his magic wand like lightning.

White Mitchell felt the danger; he reacted instantly, his right hand shook the longsword, and a Sword Qi shot towards the Demon Ancestor.

However, before the Sword Qi could hit, the Demon Ancestor raised his hand, and a dark shield appeared before him, blocking the Sword Qi completely.

White Mitchell's eyes tightened, and he swung his sword again to attack; the glow of the sword flowing like water, irresistibly constant and unending.

Recognizing the unfavorable situation, the Demon Ancestor once again leapt into the air, emanating a dark aura that rapidly morphed into a black tornado rushing toward White Mitchell. The dark power within the tornado uprooted nearby trees in an instant and sent rubble flying.

White Mitchell took a deep breath; he realized that this combat would be even more difficult. He stood against the wind, gripping his longsword tightly as his inner strength surged.

His white robe rustled vigorously in the tornado, a dazzling sword light radiated off the longsword. He stepped forward, fearlessly charging into the black tornado transformed by the Demon Ancestor.

When the tornado collided with White Mitchell, the sword light cut through the darkness, and the endless dark energy vanished upon touching the blade.

White Mitchell keenly captured the silhouette of the Demon Ancestor. He turned his sword, launching a chain of sword attacks.

The sword light wove together in a crisscross pattern, sometimes shattering the defense comprised of the dark energy and sometimes manifesting as numerous sword shadows attacking the Demon Ancestor.

The Demon Ancestor was compelled to dodge quickly; he continued to swing his magic wand, launching devastating attacks. The dark energy poured down like a torrential rainstorm.

Their battle shook the earth and rattled the mountains; everywhere they went, trees collapsed, and the earth split open.

White Mitchell's eyes sparkled resolutely; he was spirited and undeterred, unstintingly displaying continuous swordplay. The sword and the magic wand kept colliding, creating an ear-piercing clanging sound.

The Demon Ancestor, on the other hand, looked solemn; he felt the formidable power within White Mitchell, which caused a tremor of fear in his heart.

He knew that if this continued, he would struggle to resist White Mitchell's assault. He had to find a solution or be overwhelmed by his adversary.

The Demon Ancestor's eyes changed abruptly; he abruptly ceased attacking and closed his eyes. His dark aura grew even more potent, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify.

White Mitchell sensed a horrifying dark power radiating from the Demon Ancestor. The invisible pressure made him gasp for breath; his attack inevitably slowed.

Suddenly, the Demon Ancestor opened his eyes, a glint of madness flashing in them. He raised his magic wand and bellowed, a dark light shot skywards and instantly engulfed the entire sky.

White Mitchell's body quivered; he felt a powerful dark power submerge him. Endless dark power swirled around his body, immobilizing him on the spot.

He struggled vigorously but couldn't resist the seemingly endless dark power. He felt his strength being devoured bit by bit and his inner strength waning.

A grave look settled on White Mitchell's face, but he was not disheartened. He knew only by continuing the fight could he find an opportunity for a breakthrough.

He silently recited the mental method, amassing a strong power in his heart. His body gradually emitted a hazy white light that repelled the erosion of the darkness.

He activated his sword again; the sword light was as swift as lightning, breaking the bond of darkness. He drove the powerful inner strength to its fullest, raining down swordplay attacks like a fierce storm.

The Demon Ancestor felt the immense power within White Mitchell; trepidation struck his heart, a mixture of anger and disdain. He was unwilling to fail, unwilling to be subdued by a mere mortal.

He swung his magic wand, and the dark energy surged again, forming a huge black sword, colliding with White Mitchell's sword tip.

The sword and the black giant sword intersected, emitting a crisp sound of metal striking. The sword's momentum soared, and the sword light dazzled. However, the black giant sword gradually lost its power as it was trapped within the edge of White Mitchell's sword.

Seeing this, White Mitchell made up his mind, and his inner strength burst forth, making his sword momentum even more sharp.

Without mercy, he slashed down fiercely with his sword. The sword light was incredibly sharp, directly cutting the black giant sword in two.

The Demon Ancestor looked at his giant sword split open in astonishment. He felt a severe pain at the bottom of his heart as the dark energy dispersed within his body, rapidly weakening his strength.

White Mitchell saw an opportunity, immediately retracted his sword momentum, and swiftly pounced on the Demon Ancestor. His sword tip pierced the Demon Ancestor's chest like a flash of lightning.

White Mitchell's sword tip pierced the Demon Ancestor's chest like lightning, at an unbelievable speed. The Demon Ancestor smiled slightly, a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. He did not dodge, but quickly raised his arm, his dragon claw palm facing White Mitchell's sword tip.

The sword tip and the dragon claw collided, instantly bursting into a dazzling light. The breaking of the air echoed around the battlefield, and the air wave rolled up, destroying all the surrounding trees. At that moment, it seemed as if the world had lost its color and the end of the world trembled.

White Mitchell was shocked and took a few steps back, his face full of surprise. He didn't expect the Demon Ancestor's strength to be so formidable. The power contained within that palm was simply unimaginable.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Demon Ancestor continued to attack, like a storm, hurtling towards White Mitchell. His figure moved rapidly between White's sword edges like a phantom, and each move was perfectly executed, as if the power given by the heavens had been maximized in his hands.

White Mitchell was closely watching the Demon Ancestor's movements, a trace of determination flashing in his eyes. He knew that fighting the Demon Ancestor, who had been in retreat for many years, was no easy task. But at this moment, if he did not fight the Demon Ancestor, this demon head would continue to threaten the World of Martial, bringing more killing and suffering. He had to fight the Demon Ancestor to the death for the sake of peace in the martial world and for the sake of innocent lives.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth, and his Qi force exploded. He swung his sword again, as fast as a meteor breaking through the sky, leaving others no time to react. The sword tip stabbed at the Demon Ancestor's chest, and White Mitchell's eyes were full of determination.

But just as the sword tip was about to touch the Demon Ancestor's body, the figure of the Demon Ancestor suddenly disappeared into thin air. White Mitchell was taken aback, feeling a chill descending upon him. He quickly alerted himself and retreated rapidly.

Suddenly, a flame rose behind him, instantly covering the entire battlefield. The figure of the Demon Ancestor reappeared within the flames, his eyes flashing with madness and cruelty.

White Mitchell's face changed slightly, without hesitation, he quickly operated his inner strength, using his body as a blade, and split the flames. However, the flame was as relentless as the Demon Ancestor, wrapping around White Mitchell, tightly trapping him.

The Demon Ancestor sneered and his body rose into the air, rushing toward White Mitchell once more. He condensed a dark energy in his hand, stabbing at White Mitchell's heart like black lightning.

White Mitchell felt a tightness in his heart and a sense of danger spontaneously arose. He fought with all his might, trying to break free of the flames binding his body, to dodge the dark strike. He tried his best to mobilize his inner strength, preventing the invasion of the dark energy.

However, the dark energy was incredibly powerful, ignoring White Mitchell's struggle and penetrating his body directly. White Mitchell only felt a cold force quickly invading his heart, causing him to gradually lose control over his body.

“No! I cannot lose!” White Mitchell screamed through gritted teeth. His sword Qi exploded with his remaining strength for a counterattack.

The sword light shone with dazzling light, as if illuminating the dark trenches. The sword Qi collided violently with the dark energy, and the two powerful forces began a deadly duel.

Under the powerful conflict, the space of the entire battlefield seemed to twist. The sword Qi and the dark energy intertwined, spraying out flames and dark shadows interlaced, forming a terrifying scene.

The suppression and explosion of the two forces caused the nearby buildings to collapse one after another, and the eerie shouts echoed in the sky above the battlefield. When people in the World of Martial saw this, a chill rose in their hearts.

Time seemed to stop in this deadly duel. The intense energy fluctuations gradually spread, and the battlefield was filled with dust and broken branches.

There was a stubborn battle spirit flashing in White Mitchell's eyes. He continuously mobilized his inner strength, resisting the Demon Ancestor's dark power with all his might. He knew that as long as he could hold on to this confrontation, victory would ultimately be his.

On the other side, the Demon Ancestor's brow gradually showed a trace of disdain. He believed that White Mitchell had reached a point where he could no longer run away and could not resist his dark power.

The Demon Ancestor exerted even stronger dark power. A surge of black air condensed into substance, like a blade cutting towards White Mitchell. White Mitchell was not flustered at all. He moved with agility, like a red leaf dancing in the autumn wind, avoiding the Demon Ancestor's attack.

White Mitchell took a deep breath, and his intense inner strength circulated within, forming a golden light surrounding him. Using this light, he quickly dodged the attack of the Demon Ancestor, while making a powerful palm strike that rocketed towards the Demon Ancestor like a collapsing mountain range.

The Demon Ancestor glanced at White Mitchell, a cold smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He deftly avoided White's palm force, while simultaneously conjuring a Dark Arrow with his right hand and shot it towards Mitchell.

White Mitchell furrowed his brows, having anticipated this. He swiftly drew the longsword on his waist, and with a flash of the blade, shattered the Dark Arrow. At the same time, he leaped backwards to evade the chase of the Demon Ancestor.

Even though the Demon Ancestor had not hit White Mitchell, he didn't relax. He continued to use his Dark Power, turning the entire battlefield into a place of tension and seriousness.

White Mitchell could not afford to be careless. He centred his spirit and built up his Qi, realising an eruptive surge of energy throughout his body. He swooped towards the Demon Ancestor like a God Eagle, preparing to give a fatal blow.

Seeing this, the Demon Ancestor sneered coldly; his Dark Power became more turbulent. He extended both hands and concentrated the Dark Power into a vast black ball that emanated an aura of destruction.

White Mitchell, sensing this formidable power, showcased unwavering determination in his eyes. He decided to risk his life and fight for his victory.

He leaped, his body spinning in the air, instantly continued to adjust his posture, forcing the Demon Ancestor to make errors.

Seeing such agility from White Mitchell, the Demon Ancestor hesitated briefly. However, he soon composed himself, sneered coldly, and without mercy, hurled the black ball towards Mitchell.

White Mitchell, like a flurry of crimson leaves, skillfully dodged the chase of the black ball. Simultaneously, his longsword gleamed dimly, drawing an elegant curve and heading straight for the Demon Ancestor's vital point.

A flicker of fear crossed the Demon Ancestor's grim gaze as he once again manifested his Dark Power trying to suppress White Mitchell.

At this moment, the inner strength within White Mitchell reached its peak. He felt a riveting force coursing into his sword, causing the Sword Qi to surge dramatically, as if it could slash through anything.

With relentless determination in his eyes, White Mitchell directed his Sword Qi to the sky, tearing through the restraint of the Dark Power and aiming directly at the Demon Ancestor.

The Demon Ancestor's pupils contracted, sensing a deadly threat. He waved his arms, initiating a tide of Dark Power in an attempt to resist White Mitchell's assault.

White Mitchell's body shook, and like a bolt of lightning swiftly soared into the sky as the dazzling Sword Qi blossomed in his hand, as bright as a celestial star. He directed his sword at the Demon Ancestor's Dark Power head-on, creating a flurry of sparks as the Sword Qi and Dark Power clashed.

When these two powerful forces collided, the atmosphere seemed to freeze, and silence fell across the battlefield. Everyone held their breath as they witnessed this thrilling moment.

White Mitchell was imbued with an unyielding will, doing his utmost to squeeze the Dark Power inch by inch. As the Sword Qi extended, the Dark Power was gradually vanquished as he pushed the frontline closer to the Demon Ancestor.

Darkly twinkling murderous intent flashed in the Demon Ancestor's eyes and he growled, “White Mitchell! You think you can defeat me? You're too naive!”

At his command, the surrounding Dark Power began to converge, forming a massive vortex of darkness. The dark aura within the whirlpool increasingly intensified, seeming to have the capacity to devour everything.

White Mitchell furrowed his brows; nonetheless, he did not give up but instead stiffened his resolve to cut down the Dark Power. He gritted his teeth, and the Sword Qi in his hands gradually intensified, filled with an invincible edge.

The Dark vortex became more violent, filled with destructive power. The ground nearby started splitting, and crevices extended outwards, filling people with terror.

White Mitchell's figure darted about the sky rapidly, turning the Sword Qi into thunderbolts that pierced the Dark Power and charged towards the Demon Ancestor. He was getting closer to the Demon Ancestor, but the surrounding Dark Power had became increasingly overwhelming on the brink of swallowing him.

Suddenly, White Mitchell's figure flashed, transforming into a line of light and instantly appeared before the Demon Ancestor. His Sword Qi was dazzling, enveloping the entire figure of the Demon Ancestor.

The Demon Ancestor's pupils contracted, sensing the peril to his life. He hurriedly swung the Dark Scepter in his hand, attempting to stop White Mitchell's attack. Despite his efforts, the Sword Qi was relentless, showing no signs of being stopped.

The Sword Qi pierced through the Demon Ancestor's chest, blood spurted forth. He struggled desperately to break free, but he was critically injured and his power was significantly less than before.

“Demon Ancestor, your time is up.” The cold voice of White Mitchell echoed across the battlefield, his eyes flashing with resolute determination.

Demon Ancestor sneered in ridicule: “White Mitchell, do you think you can claim victory like this? You're too naive.”

He waved the Dark Scepter in his hand, and suddenly a surge of Dark Energy burst out from within him, just like a black lightning bolt, instantly arriving in front of White Mitchell.

The expression on White Mitchell's face changed slightly as he suddenly felt a strong wave of Dark Power sweeping towards him. He hastily raised the longsword in his hand, swinging it to produce an unparalleled Sword Qi to defend against Demon Ancestor's attack.

The Sword Qi collided violently with the Dark Energy, stirring up a tremendous momentum. The whole battlefield seemed to be shaken by this force, and the faces of countless people changed as a result.

As the head of the Holy Sword Sect, White Mitchell has always had peerless swordsmanship. He wielded his longsword, slashing towards the Dark Energy like a swift wind, and waves of scorching Sword Qi were set off.

The Dark Energy gradually began to dissipate under the bombardment of the Sword Qi, but Demon Ancestor showed no signs of retreating. At this moment, his figure flickered and appeared in front of White Mitchell, with the Dark Scepter in his hand stabbing towards White Mitchell's chest and abdomen like a venomous snake.

White Mitchell was well aware of the cunning tactics of Demon Ancestor. He did not retreat. Instead, he instantly leapt into the air, avoiding this lethal strike. He quickly steadied himself and waved his longsword again, transforming into a sword light slashing towards Demon Ancestor.

The color of Demon Ancestor's face changed as he hurriedly raised the Dark Scepter, trying to block the onslaught of the sword light. However, his reaction was still slightly delayed. With a loud noise, the Dark Scepter shattered into countless pieces, and the sword light mercilessly slashed onto Demon Ancestor's shoulder.

Demon Ancestor let out a thunderous roar, but his voice abruptly ceased. The sharpness of White Mitchell's sword light had unexpectedly severed his vocal cords.

The Demon Ancestor's face turned deathly pale. He tried to speak, only to emit some hoarse sounds. He held his injured shoulder with one hand and glared at White Mitchell with dissatisfaction.

White Mitchell stood in the air, his indifferent gaze sweeping over Demon Ancestor: “Do you think you can act recklessly and evade justice? Today, I will forge a Sword of the Great Path for the common people and exterminate you, the evil one!”

White Mitchell swung his longsword once again, and his aura burst forth. A ray of light rose from within him, instantly forming an intangible sharp sword suspended in front of him.

This was White Mitchell's unparalleled skill in the martial world – the Sword of the Great Path. Through cultivation, he integrated his Sword Intent into the Great Path, its might unmatched.

The color on Demon Ancestor's face grew more serious, but he did not show any intention of retreating. Instead, a crazed smile appeared on his face: “White Mitchell, do you believe that a Sword of the Great Path can defeat me? You're too naive!”

The giant shadow behind him suddenly twisted, transforming into a massive black demon hand. The demon hand fiercely grabbed at White Mitchell, causing a howling gale and cold whistle.

A hint of concern flashed in White Mitchell's eyes, and he quickly activated the True Qi within his body, emitting dazzling white light. In an instant, his True Qi burned like a flame, forming a protective shield of white light around him.

The demon hand instantly caught the light shield, causing a loud noise and exploding into countless black sparks. The light shield shook violently, and White Mitchell felt a huge impact coming. He stabilized his figure and struggled to maintain the stability of the light shield.

“Hhha!” Demon Ancestor let out a wild laugh, his gaze full of malice as he stared at White Mitchell, “White Mitchell, do you think your light shield can block me? You're too naive!”

His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind White Mitchell. The large black hand heavily slapped White Mitchell's back of his head, bringing destructive power.

White Mitchell felt the danger, quickly turned around, and slashed away the force of the black hand, but he was still staggered by the force of that immense energy, almost losing his balance.

Without any pause, he gripped his longsword with both hands, and the True Qi around him surged wildly. “Sword Draw Skill!” White Mitchell shouted, pulling his longsword out of its scabbard and stabbing towards Demon Ancestor like lightning.

Demon Ancestor snorted coldly, and his figure disappeared again. But White Mitchell was already prepared. He steadied himself, gave his sword a shake, cut through the air, and formed a sword Qi that fiercely stabbed at the spot where Demon Ancestor was hiding.

The Sword Qi was so sharp that it nearly revealed Demon Ancestor, who was hiding in empty space. A look of astonishment appeared on Demon Ancestor's face. He dodged hastily, but he was grazed by the Sword Qi, causing a cut on his temple and blood to trickle down.

“Damn it!” Demon Ancestor gritted his teeth, roared unwillingly in anger, “White Mitchell, do you think you can defeat me? You're too naive!”

He swung his hands, and a surge of Dark Energy quickly gathered like a black meteorite, forming a massive black Sword Qi. The Sword Qi slashed through the air fiercely, making a piercing and shrill noise.

Chills ran down White Mitchell's spine, as he could sense the terrifying power of this Dark Sword Qi. Despite this, he resolutely activated all his strength, his True Qi fluctuating wildly and the light shield shining brightly.

The Dark Sword Aura collided with the light shield in an instant, creating a loud bang and filling the air with waves of energy. The Dark Sword Aura violently struck the light shield, constantly eroding it, making the light shield unstable.

White Mitchell gritted his teeth and held on. His own True Qi constantly concentrated, providing the light shield with continuous support. He realized that he must defeat the Demon Ancestor quickly, otherwise the light shield would not be able to withstand the onslaught of the Dark Sword Aura.

He decided to use his own ultimate move. He brought out the Dragon-subduing Palm that he had developed on his own. His palms hit out one after another, each palm carrying the power of a violent storm. The moment the forces collided, the air seemed to solidify, and qi waves splashed in all directions.

White Mitchell's moves were incredibly fast, cutting across like lightning, each palm sharp like a blade. He continually changed the angles and speed of his attack, trying to get as close to the Demon Ancestor as possible.

Upon seeing this, the Demon Ancestor's brows furrowed slightly. He was not afraid of White Mitchell's onslaught, for he was, after all, the ruler of the demon world, extraordinarily powerful. He coldly scoffed, “White Mitchell, although your martial arts are impressive, they may not necessarily withstand my Dark Power!”

He abruptly waved his magic wand, and a cluster of pitch-black energy gradually appeared on its tip. The energy surged, and the dark qi spread, forming a huge black vortex.

White Mitchell's eyes narrowed. He could sense an extremely evil power contained within the black vortex. He didn't have time to hesitate and immediately spurred his True Qi to resist with all his might.

He pushed his hands violently and suddenly erupted with a powerful aura, forcing the pressure of the black vortex to squeeze away. His eyes were serious, every muscle in his body tense, fully resisting the Dark Power of the Demon Ancestor.

The black qi assaulted, instantly swallowing all visible light. White Mitchell, resisting the assault of the Dark Power, felt as if his whole body was burning hot like a flame. He gritted his teeth, steadfastly resisting the corrosion of the darkness.

Under the corrosion of the Dark Power, White Mitchell felt his strength being stripped away, and his fighting spirit gradually faded. He knew he could not continue to be passively beaten, he had to turn the tide by counterattacking.

White Mitchell concentrated his qi, and the True Qi within his body surged madly. He suddenly lifted both arms, his fingers coming together, his body spinning rapidly. He transformed into a white whirlwind, like a white dragon soaring into the sky, rushing towards the Demon Ancestor.

The Demon Ancestor was startled by White Mitchell's speed and momentum. He hastily retreated in an attempt to dodge White Mitchell's attack. However, White Mitchell's speed was exceedingly fast, he reached the Demon Ancestor in a blink of an eye.

His fingers were like swords, instantly stabbing out, a flash of white light aiming directly at the Demon Ancestor's chest. The Demon Ancestor hastily raised his magic wand, trying to block White Mitchell's onslaught. However, White Mitchell's attacks were relentless, unstoppable.

A dull thud sounded, the wand was broken into pieces under White Mitchell's attack, sparks flying. The Demon Ancestor was forced to retreat several steps, his face turning extraordinarily serious.

White Mitchell did not let this opportunity slip. His figure flashed, daringly pursuing him. His palms hit continuously, the power condensing into several rotating palm prints, assaulting the Demon Ancestor like a storm.

The Demon Ancestor felt White Mitchell's gaps shrinking, so his momentum erupted once again, his body swiftly merging into the black vortex. The black qi surged to the sky, the figure of the Demon Ancestor becoming blurred, looking like a black whirlwind, meeting White Mitchell's attack.

White Mitchell took a deep breath, once again launching his ultimate move. He spread his arms, his whole body's True Qi ready to burst forth, his eyes filled with determination.

He spun suddenly, the True Qi surging like a storm, and a metallic tearing sound resonating in the air. His fists burst out with dazzling light, becoming extraordinarily hard. This was his ultimate martial art–the Vajra Fist, researched over many years.

White Mitchell roared, his fists smashing towards the Demon Ancestor like steel. His power was earth-shattering, the air seemed to vibrate because of it. The Demon Ancestor was stunned by this mighty force, a flicker of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He immediately swung his magic wand, a black light shot out from his wand, colliding with White Mitchell's Vajra Fist. The power collision instantly triggered a violent energy fluctuation, trees falling around, soil and stones splattering.

White Mitchell went all out with his Vajra Fist, the golden light on his fist becoming brighter and brighter, not swallowed by the Power of Darkness. He felt the Demon Ancestor's resistance, which instead spurred an even stronger power. He kept increasing his force, trying to push the Demon Ancestor back.

However, the Demon Ancestor was not an easy enemy to deal with, the Dark Power on his body became even stronger. A cunning look flashed in his eyes, his hands condensing a black light curtain that slowly rose.

The light curtain emitted a strange black light, which was intimidating as if it were a deadly curse. White Mitchell saw this scene and his heart tightened. He knew he had met a real predicament.

He seemed unmoved, like a mountain, but within his heart, he was considering countermeasures. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he understood. He adjusted his posture in an instant, the ferocious motions of his hands becoming slow and steady.

He began to condense True Qi, a thread of golden light shining, slowly surging towards his palms. White Mitchell's hands were suspended in front of his chest, his fingers gently lifting up, turning into a ball of golden light.

This was his carefully researched ultimate technique–the Vajra Zen. Through the cultivation of Vajra Zen, he was able to condense the True Qi in his body into a special force, with the ability to resist the Dark Power.

A golden glow swiftly spread, forming a golden light curtain that enveloped his entire body. With a gentle push from White Mitchell's hands, the impermeable golden light curtain advanced, standing between him and the Demon Ancestor.

The black light curtain collided with the golden one, like two irreconcilable forces grappling fiercely. White Mitchell felt immense pressure, with all his True Qi concentrating within the golden light curtain, striving to maintain its stability.

Seeing this, the cunning gleam in the Demon Ancestor's eyes deepened. He continuously cast Dark Magic in an attempt to penetrate Mitchell's defense. However, Mitchell stood firm like an unbreakable mountain, resisting the Dark Power of the Demon Ancestor with unwavering will and tenacious determination.

Time passed by every minute and every second, the battle had been ongoing for a long time. Signs of fatigue began to show on Mitchell's body, with sweat rolling down his forehead. Nevertheless, his inner faith allowed him to hold out to the end, with no retreat.

Finally, at the instant a dark bolt of lightning crossed the sky, Mitchell seized the opportunity. With a push of his hands, the golden light curtain burst forth an even stronger power. The formidable force shattered the Demon Ancestor's dark barrier, striking directly at his chest.

The Demon Ancestor let out a horrible scream, he was bound by the golden light and couldn't dodge. Like an sharp arrow, the golden light pierced into the body of the Demon Ancestor, obliterating the Dark Power completely.

Mitchell's expression was solemn, he knew he could not completely defeat the Demon Ancestor. He needed to quickly find a method to effectively curb the power of the Demon Ancestor. However, once he had broken through the Demon Ancestor's defenses, he would have more opportunities.

With renewed vigor, he launched a full-scale attack. His body leapt into the air, hands ceaselessly extending, filling the battlefield with golden light and fervent heat.

The Power of Darkness was dispelled by the golden light. Mitchell's moves were unmatched in their fierceness. Each palm strike carried the force of a tempest, the air seemed to solidify at the moment of collision, waves of Qi scattering in all directions.

The Demon Ancestor struggled to stand his ground, a murderous look flashed in his eyes. He knew he was running out of time and had to quickly find a way to counter Mitchell.

Mitchell perceived the Demon Ancestor's intentions instantly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he adjusted his stance. With his hands forming a seal, a golden radiance enveloped his body.

Mitchell silently recited a cryptic incantation, preparing to reveal his final card. His body jerked suddenly, the golden radiance erupting in a dazzling light.

The light grew brighter and brighter, as if illuminating the entire room. The Demon Ancestor felt a powerful aura radiating from Mitchell, stirring unease in his heart.

White Mitchell's figure began to blur, as if on the verge of fading away into the light. However, just as the Demon Ancestor thought that White Mitchell had already exerted all his power, an even greater change occurred.

A pair of delicate hands stretched out from the light, and subsequently, a beautiful woman gradually appeared in full view. She was dressed in white, her face radiant with an unparalleled charm.

“White Mitchell, what is this?” the Demon Ancestor interrogated with anger. He hadn't expected White Mitchell to have such a powerful trump card. And who was this mysterious woman?

Mitchell did not answer, his gaze fixed intently on the woman. The woman wore a small smile and spoke softly, “Demon Ancestor, have you forgotten the mistake you once made?”

A flicker of movement passed through the Demon Ancestor's gaze, as if something sensitive had been touch. After a moment of silence, realization dawned on him, “You are…You are the woman I deceived?”

The woman gave a slight nod, her expression calm, “Yes, I am the woman you killed. However, I do not harbor resentment towards you, instead, I am grateful to you for granting me the opportunity to be reborn.”

The Demon Ancestor was astonished. He couldn't understand why the woman would be grateful to him. The woman explained, “After my death, I was transported to another world. People there taught me many things, allowing me to cultivate to my current state.”

The Demon Ancestor, who has been struggling for a long time, started to waver, realizing that he had been defeated. He looked at White Mitchell and the mysterious woman, he couldn't help but ask, “What exactly do you want to do?”

Mitchell smiled, “We have no particular intentions, we just want you to understand that evildoers will eventually face retribution. Your mistakes will ultimately be amended, and we are merely a part of it.”

The Demon Ancestor fell silent, he knew there is no room for further resistance. He closed his eyes, accepting his inevitable destiny.

The light gradually faded, and silence returned to the room. Mitchell and the mysterious woman silently gazed at the corpse of the Demon Ancestor, showing no sign of celebration. Because they knew, this was just a minor victory, it didn't mean everything was over.

They were well aware that many difficulties and challenges still lay ahead on the path of justice. However, they firmly believed that as long as they continued to strive, the forces of evil would eventually be vanquished; the world would usher in a true peace.

The two shared a smile, their hands clasping tightly in silent understanding. A new journey was about to begin; they would continue to go forward, guarding that beautiful and pure world.

Chapter end