Pursued by the Top Grade Saintess after Engagement Annulled

Xia Feng squinted his eyes, channeling Demonic Qi into them while observing Li Qingyu’s current state, and continuously wearing away the Demonic Qi on her body with the Heaven-Burying Sword.

The energy on her body was somewhat mixed, with crimson Violent Qi and pitch-black Demonic Qi constantly clashing, occasionally causing her body to stiffen momentarily.

Xia Feng wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he could occasionally glimpse a faint blue light on Li Qingyu, struggling between the two intense auras, as if it might disappear at any moment.

Xia Feng’s expression turned puzzled. Could that blue light be the remnants of Li Qingyu’s own soul?

Regardless of whether it was or wasn’t, Xia Feng had no intention of holding back.

After all, his life was at stake, and holding back wasn’t a luxury he could afford; a moment’s carelessness might lead to his downfall under the sword.

Opposite him, Li Qingyu’s expression showed traces of ferocity, seemingly exceptionally anxious and furious.

After taking over this body, the Holy Sword Elder intended to absorb some Demonic Qi and the Inheritor’s blood to nurture the Demon Sword, and then make preparations to obtain the true legacy of the Divine Emperor.

However, a small mishap prevented the takeover of Xia Feng’s body, and there was also a Divine King’s projection within Li Qingyu’s body.

Upon emerging, she hadn’t absorbed enough blood, and now Xia Feng had worn away a considerable amount of her energy.

If things continued like this, she worried she might not fully obtain the Holy Sword Divine Emperor’s legacy.

After all, that old fellow perished alongside the Demon Emperor, and could be said to have abhorred Demonic Qi deeply.

If her aura was too weak, it would be difficult to acquire what she desired from the legacy assessment of the Holy Sword Divine Emperor.

With these thoughts in mind, intense Demonic Qi erupted from Li Qingyu, gathering entirely in the Demon Sword, seemingly intending to finish off Xia Feng in one fell swoop.

Xia Feng watched the Demon Sword’s Sword Qi, which seemed capable of severing the heavens, feeling a moment of disorientation, as if only the sword’s shadow remained in front of him.

The aura on his body began to boil and surge, over a dozen types of energy continuously flickering and alternating on his body.

Anyone else replacing their Great Dao aura so frequently would have long suffered bodily damage from the force exerted.

However, having just awakened the Celestial Demon Body not long ago, Xia Feng’s physique and meridians had been significantly reinforced by Demonic Qi, plus his cultivation of the Infinite Divine Technique meant the more Great Daos he gathered, the stronger he became, thereby being unaffected by this frequent change.

His eyes carried a hint of disorientation, like he was in a profound state of comprehension.

The space around him seemed burdened, constantly tearing apart and reorganizing.

Vaguely, Xia Feng seemed able to hear the sounds of all creatures within the Secret Realm.

Whether mountains, rivers, plants, or the Sword Beast Divine Hall, everything seemed to roar and howl.

All things were clamoring to destroy the Demon Sword opposite them.

They were remnants of the Holy Sword Divine Emperor’s Secret Realm, sharing his hatred for the Demon Race. With his cherished sword having fallen to such a state, the entire Secret Realm mourned, unwilling to see this Demon Sword inherit the Emperor’s legacy.

Xia Feng heard and saw their intentions.

The combined wills of these creatures converged into Divine Power belonging to Xia Feng, and the profound comprehension of the Celestial Sword Great Dao’s essence was likely an inheritance left by the Divine Emperor.

In a moment of clarity, Xia Feng softly murmured, "Is this the Heaven-Cutting?"

After saying this, his eyes instantly became clear.

Although he could still sense the surrounding creatures’ aversion to the Demonic Qi, he couldn’t hear their voices anymore.

The Heaven-Burying Sword in his hand somehow formed a Sword Technique identical to the one Li Qingyu wielded, only her Demon Sword was enveloped in Demonic Qi, while Xia Feng’s Heaven-Burying Sword bore over a dozen Great Dao Rules, alongside the countless wills of the Divine Emperor Secret Realm.

Li Qingyu’s expression turned grim as she almost roared, "Impossible, how could you know this technique."

"That person, that person..."

"Everything from him belongs to me; all inheritance is mine alone!"

"Kill! I’ll kill you!"

"I must reclaim what was originally mine!"

Her emotion-laden roar caused her eyes to take on the crimson hue of an Evil Sword Spirit, her sanity appearing disoriented and deranged.

Xia Feng’s expression showed a hint of sarcasm; he did not speak to Li Qingyu but swung his sword at her directly.

The countless wills gathered to him, rendering Li Qingyu powerless to confront, forcing her to unleash even stronger Magic Power into the Demon Sword, hoping to rely on her Celestial God Realm to withstand Xia Feng’s Sword Technique.

The two swords collided, each letting out a sword cry.

Xia Feng’s Heaven-Burying Sword emitted a clear, jubilant tone, brimming with excitement and a reckless, unstoppable charge.

Conversely, Li Qingyu’s Demon Sword let out a frantic cry, in which Xia Feng could faintly discern tones of anguish and lament.

Disregarding Li Qingyu’s condition, Xia Feng intensified his Divine Power infusion into the Heaven-Burying Sword.

Finally, after a moment’s hesitation, he even gathered the Star Power from his body into the Heaven-Burying Sword.

The moment Star Power entered the Heaven-Burying Sword, its brilliance multiplied several times, slicing the Demon Sword opposite in half directly.

Li Qingyu was staggered, as her soul was currently the Sword Spirit of the Demon Sword.

Now that the Demon Sword itself was destroyed, it was as if heaven and earth collapsed for her.

"This, this can’t be, I, I am an Upper Grade Demon Sword. How could I be so easily severed, this can’t be, this is an illusion!"

Unable to accept this change, she preferred believing it was an illusion rather than accepting it as reality.

Xia Feng let out a cold laugh, and the Heaven-Burying Sword in his hand emitted a clear sword cry.

"You are merely an Upper Grade Demon Sword?"

"What a pity, my Heaven-Burying Sword is an Upper Grade Ancient Divine Artifact."

Li Qingyu’s eyes widened abruptly, unable to believe Xia Feng actually possessed an Ancient Divine Artifact, and an Upper Grade at that.

"This, this is impossible..."

Whether due to the Demon Sword being severed, the Sword Spirit within Li Qingyu also became mentally deranged, repeating the impossibility.

Xia Feng let out a cold laugh, ready to continue and eliminate Li Qingyu.

Suddenly, all the Demonic Qi on her body was absorbed back into herself, and Xia Feng’s eyes, imbued with Demonic Qi, sensed the balance between the crimson Violent Qi and the pitch-black Demonic Qi had been disrupted.

Now, Li Qingyu appeared like a bomb ready to explode at any moment.