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Chapter 487 Body Returns to Nothingness, Demon King Destroyed

After dozens of rounds, neither side could gain the upper hand, and the battle raged until dark clouds gathered over the Demon King's Palace and a fierce wind arose.

The two people in the clouds stood facing each other, seemingly each harboring their own reservations.

Looking at the Demon Lord, whose chest was bleeding but whose skills were not affected at all, Long Qi's thoughts drifted.

Just when he was about to succeed, the Demon Lord, like a slippery eel, always managed to dodge at the right moment.

Now that he is about to break through to the next level, the opportunity is just around the corner, but Long Qi has no way to win.

Although his cultivation level had increased dramatically, when facing the injured Demon Lord, although he could fight back and forth, he was always just a little short of winning.

Looking at the Dragon Abyss in his hand, Long Qi recalled what Xin Yi had told him when he was still an outer disciple of Yuanqing Sect—

At that time, the sect distributed a soft sword to everyone. When Long Qi received it, his face was full of suspicion:
What can an unsharpened sword do?
Long Qi flicked the blade; he really wanted to find a whetstone to sharpen it...

"Brother, do you think this little broken sword is actually usable?"

Xin Yi, standing to the side, didn't even look up, focusing intently on wiping the sword.

"Of course it is possible."

Long Qi remained noncommittal, pursed his lips, and reluctantly began wiping the sword, while Xin Yi picked up the sword and squinted at the tip with one eye.

"If you believe in it, it can split mountains and cleave rocks; but if you don't even believe in it, how can it fight for you on the battlefield?"

Long Qi never considered whether to believe or not; since acquiring Long Yuan, he had only ever treated it as a weapon.

But after all that he's been through, now that he's facing the Demon Lord, he feels a different kind of emotion towards the sword in his hand.

Lingxiang once told Long Qi that it was not so much that people were choosing swords, but rather that swords were choosing people.

When a sword chooses you, it becomes your arm; but when the sword recognizes you, you become one with it.

You are the sword, and the sword is you.

Long Qi rested his forehead against the sword, silently recounting his memories of the Dragon Abyss Sword. Before long, his thoughts drifted into a state of ethereal clarity.

The Longyuan Sword suddenly emitted a red light, which slowly extended from the hilt to the tip, as if it were gathering power.

Bo Yan knew he couldn't give Long Qi a chance, so he leaped up, his halberd pointing directly at Long Qi.

Just then, red light filled the entire blade, and Long Qi raised his eyes, leaning towards the Demon Lord.

Dark clouds filled the sky, with flashes of fire and lightning, followed by a deathly silence. No one knew what was happening inside.

Calmness always precedes a storm.

Two divine forms suddenly appeared at the two ends of the dark clouds: one a fire dragon coiled around a sword, the other a thunder bird transformed into a blade, one red and one purple, one howling and one crying, facing and entwining each other.

The thunderous roar echoed through the netherworld, as if telling a story of a fateful struggle, but in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, everything returned to silence, as if it had just been a bluff by a thunderstorm.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed and then disappeared, and the dense clouds that had gathered dissipated, revealing two figures that fell like meteors without any sign of slowing down.

Just as they were about to land, one figure somersaulted in mid-air and then knelt on one knee, while the other crashed heavily to the ground.

A cloud of smoke billowed up, blinding the eyes and obscuring what was happening inside.

This……

Who really won?

The smoke and dust hadn't cleared, but the answer was already obvious.

The Eclipse Demon was the first to abandon Lu Ying and rush into the smoke and dust. However, Lu Ying used some means to create a cage that rose from the ground and trapped the Eclipse Demon inside. Even though the cage had gaps, no matter how hard the Eclipse Demon tried, it still could not escape.

This time, the Rust Ghost left directly, but Chi Yanzi had already seen through him. He wrapped his whisk with talismans and trapped the skull. Even though the remaining skeletons tried to escape, they were tightly bound by Chi Yanzi's wooden magic.

As the smoke cleared, everyone's vision finally became clear.

Demon Lord Bo Yan lay on the ground, his condition unclear, while Long Qi knelt with his sword, his body covered in wounds, large and small, and dripping with blood, a heartbreaking sight.

Even so, Long Qi endured the pain and did not collapse. He knew that the Demon Lord was not dead, because...

Because the moment the weapons clashed, Long Qi broke through to the second level of the Golden Core Realm, the Core Formation Realm, and could no longer be considered an ordinary person!
A low laugh followed, tinged with gloom and madness. "It seems my luck isn't over yet! My life isn't meant to end!"

Bo Yan struggled, but due to his serious injuries, his limbs were difficult to coordinate, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not get up.

Long Qi wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed, "That's right, I can't kill you, but you will definitely die today!"

Bo Yan laughed even more wildly upon hearing this, his smug expression making it seem as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Now that you are no longer an ordinary person, what means do you have to kill me?"

Ignoring him, Long Qi gathered his strength, lifted himself up with his sword, and walked towards Ling Xiang. Although he felt heartbroken, he still picked her up.

"Just a little longer, just a little longer..." Long Qi whispered in Ling Xiang's ear, then carried her toward the Demon Lord.

Oh no, I forgot about that girl!

Bo Yan sensed Long Qi's intention, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but he remained calm on the surface.

The pride of royalty did not allow Bo Yan to show the slightest fear.

Long Qi gently put Ling Xiang down, helped her sit up, and then handed Long Yuan to Ling Xiang.

Lingxiang understood, but how could she possibly lift the sword? She didn't even have the strength to grip it.

Long Qi held Ling Xiang's hand and together they grasped Long Yuan, placing the sword against the Demon Lord's throat.

But the sword did not strike. Even Long Qi could not move an inch. He looked down at Ling Xiang in surprise. The latter had a firm look in her eyes and was staring intently at the Demon Lord.

Have you ever regretted it?

Although Lingxiang was extremely weak, her tone was very resolute.

When his mother saved him, she probably wanted to change his fate, just as she had changed Chi Yanzi's fate.

but……

"Regret? What is regret? I never regret what I do!"

Seeing the Demon Lord's mocking gaze, Lingxiang turned her head away and closed her eyes.

She never made decisions about other people's lives or deaths lightly; in her view, everyone's life and death had their own meaning. But this time...

Lingxiang naturally wouldn't let the Demon Lord off the hook, but she wanted remorse, to hear an "I'm sorry," but...

A tear slid down her cheek, and Lingxiang's sword followed suit, slashing until she could no longer muster any strength, at which point she stopped.

Only when he felt the sharp blade slicing through his skin and cutting his throat, until his head was separated from his body, could Bo Yan finally exhale.

The smile froze, the eyes were empty, and the dark sky reflected in it was gradually obscured by the mist, layer upon layer, gathering and spreading.

In a daze, Bo Yan felt as if he had returned to that small courtyard, where the thatched hut was simple, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimney, and it was always full of life.

A woman emerged from the house, placed the medicinal tray in the sun, casually spread the herbs on it, and smiled. Instantly, everything else paled in comparison.

Bo Yan remembered that this was the place where he was redeemed, and this woman was the one he had been longing for day and night.

"Tumi..."

Ah! Yes! Wasn't this very peace of mind exactly what I sought back then?

Bo Yan reached out and touched the woman's cheek, but just as he was about to touch her, everything instantly left him, rapidly moving away, gradually turning into a small dot, and finally disappearing.

"no no!"

Bo Yan roared and chased after him, but his voice disappeared into the darkness. In the end, he himself was swallowed by nothingness, leaving no trace of his existence.

Demon Lord...

died……

He's completely dead...