Chapter 51

At the border of the State of Biqiu, a shocking battle was unfolding. The confrontation between Yang Zhen and Kuimulang was clearly visible to the entire border city of Biqiu.

In the darkness, two glowing figures clashed and entangled in mid-air. Sometimes sword energy soared, and other times knife energy spread. Those fortunate enough to witness this battle between a immortal and a demon were all exhilarated, fantasizing about the day they too could possess such power, to roam the heavens and earth, slaying demons and immortals.

In mid-air, Kuimulang was forced to dodge in all directions by Yang Zhen, looking extremely embarrassed.

Kuimulang had to admit that Yang Zhen's strength and skills were indeed astonishing. Watching Yang Zhen, who moved like a ghost or a phantom, Kuimulang fought back with all his might while thinking about how to escape Yang Zhen's relentless attacks.

In fact, Kuimulang's shock went beyond this. A hundred years ago, if it weren't for Yang Zhen's mastery of the Three Pure Fires, Kuimulang would have had a great chance of defeating or even killing Yang Zhen.

But he never expected that after a hundred years, Yang Zhen's strength had far surpassed his own. Kuimulang felt extremely frustrated. Could he really not avenge his brothers?

Watching Yang Zhen's fierce attacks, Kuimulang intensified his own attacks and thought to himself, "Perhaps dying at the hands of such a person is not a disgrace."

However, Kuimulang was not one to give up easily. Seeing that Yang Zhen's attacks were aimed at killing him, Kuimulang's eyes turned cold, and his whole body flashed with silver light, disappearing from sight. When Kuimulang reappeared, he was already twenty meters above Yang Zhen. This way, Kuimulang finally broke free from Yang Zhen's pursuit and took the initiative. A flash of light, and a powerful knife energy from Kuimulang's long knife descended without warning, enveloping Yang Zhen in his attack.

Yang Zhen's eyes changed, not expecting Kuimulang to have such skills.

Due to the suddenness of Kuimulang's move, it was impossible for Yang Zhen to dodge. At the critical moment, Yang Zhen swung his sword and unleashed a powerful strike, barely blocking Kuimulang's attack.

Yang Zhen was also knocked to the ground by Kuimulang's knife, causing the ground to crack.

Flying up, Yang Zhen and Kuimulang faced each other again, both fully focused and cautious.

Looking at Kuimulang with surprise, Yang Zhen sneered, "I didn't expect you to have a few tricks up your sleeve. Very well, if I had won easily, it would have been too boring. Kuimulang, now receive my 'Phantom Sword' technique."

With that, Yang Zhen swung his sword, and instantly, over a hundred flying swords, each several meters long, appeared around him in all directions. As Yang Zhen cast his spell again, the flying swords attacked Kuimulang.

Seeing this move from Yang Zhen, Kuimulang's expression became very serious. After thousands of years of cultivation, Kuimulang had never seen such a powerful technique, nor had he ever heard of it. For a moment, Kuimulang did not know how to counter it. Since he could not find a way to counter it, he had to adapt.

Kuimulang's face was heavy, and he focused all his attention on dodging the giant swords flying towards him.

As the saying goes: "If you defend for too long, you will eventually fail."

After dodging over twenty flying swords, one of them finally found an opening and flew towards Kuimulang. Seeing that he could not dodge in time, Kuimulang had to use his full power to block the sword.

But to his surprise, the sword that came at him was just an illusion, and Kuimulang lost his balance due to the momentum.

At that moment, several flying swords quickly attacked Kuimulang, leaving several wounds on his body. Fortunately, Kuimulang managed to stabilize himself and avoid the vital areas, or he would have been killed.

However, the injured Kuimulang's movements slowed down. After dodging several more swords, he could not dodge in time again and had to block with his knife.

But having learned from the previous experience, Kuimulang did not use his full strength this time. However, the sword turned out to be real, and the powerful impact forced Kuimulang to retreat. When Kuimulang tried to use his full power to resist, the sword turned into an illusion again, and Kuimulang lost his balance once more.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Several more swords attacked, leaving more wounds on Kuimulang's body.

When all the swords had passed, Kuimulang was already kneeling on the ground, severely injured.

Taking advantage of Kuimulang's injuries, Yang Zhen quickly approached, formed a seal with his hands, and used the "Five Elements Demon Sealing" technique on Kuimulang. Although Kuimulang still had the strength to resist, it was clearly too late, and he was immediately hit by the "Five Elements Demon Sealing," sealing his entire body's magical power.

Leaping to Kuimulang's front, Yang Zhen said, "You lose!"

"Hmph! I will represent justice and eliminate you."

Kuimulang, using his knife to support himself, struggled to stand and said, "Throughout history, the victor has always been the king and the loser the bandit. Since I have lost to you today, you can do as you please. If I show any sign of fear, I am not a true hero."

"According to our agreement, release those souls," Yang Zhen said. These souls, being imprisoned, harbored deep resentment. If Yang Zhen could use Buddhist scriptures to resolve their grievances and guide them into the cycle of rebirth, he would gain more merit.

After a moment of silence, Kuimulang said, "That was a fake!"

"What?" Yang Zhen asked in confusion.

"To limit your use of the Three Pure Fires, I created a magical artifact that mimicked a ghost. It had no real power, just to scare people," Kuimulang explained.

"Damn! I was tricked!" Yang Zhen could not believe it, feeling full of resentment: "My intelligence was suppressed. Although I won, why do I feel no sense of achievement?"

"Although I have decided to kill you, I still want to tell you the truth. On that day, I did show mercy. Not only to those star lords, but even to ordinary heavenly soldiers, I gave them a chance to be reborn. As for the few you mentioned who were said to have been completely destroyed, I do not know what happened to them." With that, Yang Zhen raised his sword and aimed it at Kuimulang.

"Wait!"

"What? Are you afraid?" Yang Zhen mocked, smiling.

Shaking his head, Kuimulang confirmed again, "Did you really not burn their souls that day?"

"You are about to die, why would I lie to you?" Yang Zhen said disdainfully: "But you have no chance. I have decided to burn your soul to ashes to avenge your deception."

"It's impossible! It's impossible!" Kuimulang shook his head, his voice trembling, his expression very agitated: "After that battle, I went to the Underworld to find their souls, but... but I found nothing. Later, I heard that they were burned to ashes by your Three Pure Fires..."

Staring at the sky, Kuimulang's expression seemed almost疯狂.

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