As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 42 The Winner of This Second

Xu Yan's mind raced and he reacted.

It is the demon that originally parasitized Dr. Hyde's body and is looking for a new host.

The "shattered" Human Emperor Banner failed to completely devour it.

Fortunately, it is not the real Lord of the Abyss.

It's just the remaining spirit of a weapon forged by a false god.

He fought with his eldest brother and both of them were injured, but he was not enough to replace Xu Yan's will and perfectly control this body.

The two sides are in a stalemate and neither can do anything to the other for the time being.

The "Blade of the Deep (Fake)" could neither penetrate the brain nor escape the attraction of the Human Emperor Banner, so it was trapped in Xu Yan's right arm.

As an old demon, it is unwilling to be bound by the will of mortals, and is still charging left and right, fighting like a trapped beast.

"Hey!"

Xu Yan understood everything instantly without hesitation.

In order to raise the Human Emperor Banner, the Dream-Breaking Sword had already been handed to his left hand, which was just convenient for exerting force from top to bottom, piercing through his right palm and nailing the entire palm firmly to the ground.

His right palm felt pain, and he stretched his five fingers to the limit, twisting them strangely in a reversed joint manner, trying to draw out the sword.

However, Xu Yan put all his weight on it, and used his tense abdominal muscles to press against the hilt of the knife, ensuring that his entire right arm could not move.

Then he bit the tip of his left index finger, squeezed out the blood, and drew soul-calming talismans on his right arm with quick strokes of his pen.

"Chi chi chi!"

The blood seemed like high-energy fuel, and the soul-calming talisman instantly turned into a blazing stream of fire, burning the skin and flesh.

Along with the strong smell of burning protein, the black marks on the skin became scattered and dull.

Xu Yan seemed to hear the scream of an old demon deep in his right arm.

But "Blade of the Deep (Fake)" did not give up.

A tidal-like pain surged over him, and Xu Yan's eyes blurred, as if he had fallen into the cold River Styx.

The extremely smelly river water is the tears of sinners' regret.

Countless undead souls desperately tore at his feet, trying to drag him into the realm of the Lord of the Abyss.

And when he struggled hard, finally got rid of all the undead and barely climbed onto the river bank.

He discovered that the soul-calming talisman drawn on his right arm with his heart's blood had been washed away by the black tide at some point.

Blood flowed between his chest and abdomen, and the handle of the knife slid away from the right side of his abdominal muscle. The strength of his right arm was astonishingly great. He actually supported the weight of his whole body and pulled out the Dream-Breaking Sword inch by inch.

In the fierce tug of war, a wide crack appeared on the back of his right hand.

The strange thing is that not a drop of blood flowed out.

The entire inside of the right palm was as dark as ink, a void that led straight to the underworld.

Damn you, you want this arm so badly?
From the depths of the immortal cultivator's eyes, boundless hostility gushed out.

Xu Yan made a quick decision and followed the opponent's strength to stretch out his right arm.

"Lin, cut off my right arm at the shoulder!"

Xu Yan roared, murderous aura rising to the sky.

The man in heavy black armor strode forward.

There was also no hesitation.

The two-handed giant sword was raised high above his head.

At the critical moment, the devil's trembling and hesitation finally came from deep in Xu Yan's right arm.

Unlike low-level spirits like "Lin", "Blade of the Deep (Fake)" seems to have a certain degree of wisdom and knows that if it doesn't let go, both sides will suffer losses and there will be no rebirth.

Like a gate is loose.

Xu Yan regained perception and control of his right arm.

The power of the old demons dissipated like a receding tide.

The black marks on the skin disappeared into the depths of the flesh one after another.

The skin, as pale as paper, also regained a trace of elasticity and luster. In this battle of wills, the devil finally chose to retreat temporarily, lurking in the deepest part of Xu Yan's right arm.

"Shh!"

"Lin" slashed down with a sword.

"Hey, hey, hey?"

Xu Yan pulled his right hand along with the Dream-Breaking Sword out of the ground in time, fell backwards, and avoided the disaster of having his arm broken.

The blade was pulled out of the right palm inch by inch, and black blood gushed out from the wound.

The crack on the back of his right hand gradually closed, and the black mist wriggling inside the wound turned back into flesh and blood.

Xu Yan slowly moved his five fingers, feeling his brain's complete control over every muscle fiber in his right arm.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, he could feel that the power of "Blade of the Deep (Fake)" still existed and could not be fully absorbed by the Human Emperor Banner for the time being.

But that's something to think about in the next second, the next minute, the next hour, tomorrow, and beyond.

At this moment, at this second, he is the winner, and he has the last laugh!
"You are welcome to challenge me at any time to see who is qualified to become the master of all the remaining souls in this body!"

Xu Yan said to his right hand.

His right hand kept swinging, while his left hand still tightly grasped the Dream-Breaking Sword. He looked at the place where the echoes after the battle were left.

With him as the center, all the trees within a hundred meters radius fell to the ground like weeds in a hurricane, some of them carbonized and shattered.

The eldest brother's breath completely disappeared, leaving only patches of burnt fungi on the ground.

Long Jianhuan fell into a coma.

Although his skin was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, his forehead was incredibly hot, and he was muttering something like "You are surrounded..."

"Dang."

The sound of parts falling off could be heard from not far away.

It's Dr. Hyde, he's not quite dead yet.

Along with the "Collapse Mode", the power of "Blade of the Deep (Fake)", the power of "Clockwork Spider" and his madly burning soul, all bombarded towards the eldest brother.

The half-brained doctor lost his possession, and his mechanical organs turned into the smallest parts. They were expelled from the body under the wriggling of flesh and blood, falling off one after another. At a speed visible to the naked eye, they oxidized and rusted in the air that had been sealed for thousands of years, turning into piles of gray-white powdery substances.

He had lost both arms and most of his chest, and his body, like a dry stick, turned into pink foam at an increasingly faster rate with every breath, and was about to disappear into thin air.

The so-called "collapse" is really an apt description.

"Ellie, Anna..."

A large amount of foam also gushed out of Dr. Hyde's mouth.

He had lost most of his consciousness and was like a broken music box, repeating two names over and over again.

Xu Yan strode over, squatted in front of Dr. Hyde, and carefully observed his collapsing brain.

Tens of thousands of corpses have been collected in the Wanhun Sect, including some that were corrupted and mutated by evil spirits, but this new species that perfectly combines flesh and blood with machinery has never been seen before.

"So, are you human or machine? Or is there no essential difference between flesh and blood and machines?"

Ever since crossing into the world of cultivation, Xu Yan has been thinking about his own situation and that of the entire world.

What exactly is the so-called world of cultivation?

Are cultivators with the ability to move mountains and seas the same kind as humans on Earth, or are they aliens in some sense?

Since they possess ever-changing magical powers, why is their social outlook still stuck in the Middle Ages on Earth? Is this the bad taste of some powerful creator, or is it the inevitable development of civilization?
Xu Yan, who has the memory of the Earth, really cannot live a long life in a daze and following the rules like a real cultivator.

The reason why he tried his best to step into the Human Emperor Banner was to study the ultimate secret of the world of cultivation.

Unfortunately, the level of civilization in the world of cultivation far exceeds the Earth where Xu Yan once lived. Even the simplest magic weapon, its operating principle is in an inexplicable black box state.

Not to mention that the Wanhun Sect can separate the body and soul and cultivate the soul's magical powers alone - this involves the essence and definition of life, and is not a field that Xu Yan can easily touch.

However, with the collapse of the cultivation world and the gradual depletion of spiritual energy, in the following eras, the level of civilization continued to move closer to the Earth.

Xu Yan discovered that in the Age of Heroes, there seemed to be, perhaps, a slight possibility for him to try to explore the truth of this world?

(End of this chapter)