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Chapter 482 A Flash of Cold Light Appears in the Dragon Abyss
In the distance, flames soared into the sky, and thunder roared incessantly. In Fengdu City, the Black and White Impermanence stood with their hands clasped behind their backs, their faces calm as they gazed intently at each other.

Is this thousand-year-old farce finally coming to an end?

Just as the two were observing, a gust of wind rose, and when the wind died down, a figure quietly appeared behind them.

The two men, one in black and one in white, did not turn around, but bowed respectfully without saying a word. Instead, the newcomer, dusting off his robe, began to complain.

"Tu Bo is really ungentlemanly. It's just a game of chess, but he still cheats and uses tricks. It's really annoying."

As the dust settled, it was revealed to be the Ziwei Emperor, who was holding a zither in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it was none other than Lingxiang's "Listening to the Wind and Rain."

It is unknown when it started, but the once dignified and majestic Emperor Ziwei suddenly changed his temperament and became a mischievous old man.

The Black and White Impermanence seemed oblivious to the Purple Emperor's complaints, gazing intently at the distant thunder and dark clouds.

"I wonder if that little girl can survive this ordeal," Bai Wuchang said with a worried expression.

"Of course I can. I've even saved this zither for her!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a zither melody played, and a little baby materialized, his hair combed into two pig horns.

"The Emperor is going to give me to that little girl?" The child looked miserable. "Her zither playing is even worse than Chang You's from Guishan..."

It turns out that this little boy is Qiuniu, a disciple of the Ziwei Emperor, who has been residing in this zither for a thousand years.

Emperor Ziwei smiled and stroked the little girl's head to comfort her, saying, "Give her a few more years of training by her side, and I will definitely bring you back to the Heavenly Court in the future."

The little Qiuniu pouted and reluctantly crawled back into the zither. The Qiuniu on the head of the zither looked like it was pouting, with a face full of dissatisfaction.

Even so, the Ziwei Emperor couldn't help but look in the same direction, his eyes narrowing slightly: Little boy, this is a matter of fate, so be clever and don't miss it!
The three deities were looking towards the Yin Ruins Palace, where the situation was tense and on the verge of conflict.

Faced with the sudden change, Long Qi did not dare to act rashly. He was unsure of the strength of the sinister-looking young man in front of him.

After all, the body that was possessed was already so difficult to deal with, let alone this body that was originally his.

Long Qi hesitated and struggled to act, but the Demon Lord made the first move, wielding his halberd and charging forward without warning.

The sudden attack caught Long Qi off guard, forcing him to raise his sword to block. But just as the swords clashed, he realized that he had been too naive.

With a clang, sparks flew. In that instant, Long Qi felt a sharp pain in both arms. In the blink of an eye, the fabric of his shoulders and sleeves was torn in two places, as if it had been cut by scissors.

As the sleeve was torn, the shoulder was suddenly ripped open, and blood gushed out, the wound as smooth as the tear in the sleeve.

Such a strong energy!

Not only that, but a loud earthquake also occurred at the same time, and just as everyone was wondering what was going on, the entire Yin Ruins Palace began to tilt.

The Yin Ruins Palace was cut off diagonally in half, and the roof is sliding down the cut!

Several main beams were misaligned, dust kept falling, and everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Fortunately, the remaining supporting beams held up well, and the tilting stopped after a short while.

It seemed that it wouldn't collapse, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as Long Qi was relieved, the Demon Lord attacked again, raising his halberd high and unleashing a powerful slash. Long Qi had no time to dodge and quickly shielded Long Yuan in front of him.

Bo Yan held back this time, and the main hall was spared further damage, but Long Qi was still injured.

Having learned from his previous experience, Long Qi tried to dodge to the side when he raised his sword, but Bo Yan's moves were too powerful, and Long Qi's thigh, which was in a bow stance, was still affected.

The skin on his leg was torn open, and the pain caused Long Qi's body to slump, almost causing him to lose his balance against the Demon Lord's halberd. Fortunately, the wound wasn't very deep, and it didn't damage his tendons or veins. Perhaps the Demon Lord had just switched back to his body and hadn't adapted yet.

Despite his injuries, Long Qi swung his long halberd with all his might and then took the opportunity to retreat several feet away.

This little demon lord's moves are strange and unpredictable; using magic to attack from a distance is the most appropriate approach.

Seeing Bo Yan leap up and chase after him, Long Qi quickly formed a hand seal and, taking advantage of Bo Yan's moment of mid-air, unleashed a fiery spell.

The raging flames, like a long, roaring dragon, hurtled towards Bo Yan.

The fire dragon came with fierce momentum, but Bo Yan remained calm and simply swung his halberd to shatter all the spells.

"Little tricks."

Faced with Bo Yan's sarcasm, Long Qi grinned. With a flick of his hand, the scattered flames began to move like long snakes, turning and converging towards Bo Yan.

The fire serpents came from all directions, some converging, some circling, as if waiting for an opportunity, none of them rashly crashing into Bo Yan.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, then suddenly sped up its passage.

The scattered flames suddenly transformed into sharp arrows, piercing towards Bo Yan like a sudden storm.

Bo Yan scoffed dismissively, swayed his shoulders and twisted his waist, and flung his halberd in mid-air, deflecting all the fire spells.

However, although the flames were deflected, they did not dissipate; instead, they veered off course and rushed towards Bo Yan again.

Bo Yan frowned, slashed his halberd to clear a path in front of him, and then leaped out, avoiding Long Qi's fire magic.

Where Bo Yan was originally standing, flames collided with each other, making a hissing sound. Before long, they reassembled into a giant dragon.

The dragon roared and chased after Bo Yan. Bo Yan grew impatient, turned around and shouted, and a burst of air shot out, causing the entire Yin Ruins Palace to tremble.

The sloping roof slid down a bit more, and dust kept falling, making a rustling sound that was unsettling.

The fire dragon was extinguished by the impact of the airflow, leaving only a few embers that lingered half-dead, as if reluctant to leave, yet still unable to change its fate of disappearing.

Just then, a cold light flashed, and Long Yuan burst out of the flames, heading straight for the Demon Lord's face.

A cold glint?

Looking at the ancient greatsword before him, a hint of doubt flashed in the Demon Lord's eyes, and so did Long Qi, who was riding his sword in the distance.

Since taking over Longyuan, Long Qi had never seen Longyuan display his prowess, but just now, he had truly witnessed the gleam of Longyuan's sword.

Long Qi's eyes hardened, and he continued to manipulate his fingers.

With a formidable enemy at hand, now is not the time to dwell on these trivial details.

But Long Qi forgot Lingxiang's constant admonition: details are often the key to success or failure.

Longyuan's sword strike was swift and fierce, aimed straight for Bo Yan's face. Bo Yan sneered, swinging his halberd, intending to sweep Longyuan aside, but his pupils constricted the moment Longyuan approached.

Demon Lord Bo Yan dodged in a flash!
In that instant, Bo Yan instinctively sensed a threat of death; the stinging pain between his brows was still there, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

It had been a long time since he had felt this way! The last opponent who posed a threat to him was Ling Xiao, but in the end, he still managed to win by a slight margin.

Faced with the threat of death, Bo Yan showed no panic. Instead, his demonic bloodline excited him even more. He leaned towards Long Qi and flew towards him, his eyes filled with a bloodlust.

(End of this chapter)