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Shen Yifei's sword strike was the last gasp of his strength—no, it was the last gasp of his arrow!

Inside the Cauldron of All Things, four women stared intently at Shen Yifei. This sword strike might be the last one of his life.

Just as their sword energies were about to collide, a wisp of extremely dark energy suddenly surged out from Shen Yifei's dantian.

The Long Sky Sword let out a piercing shriek, and the blue light on its body was instantly swallowed by black, turning the sword black, with wisps of black energy swirling around the blade.

Even the sword energy was stained black!

Ye Qianqiu's sword energy collided with the black sword energy, disappearing silently as if it were a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Ye Qianqiu's eyes widened in disbelief!

Although he didn't use his full strength in that sword strike, it should have been more than enough to deal with a peak Mahayana cultivator. How could someone riddled with wounds possibly be so easily neutralized?

At this moment, Shen Yifei felt his blood boiling, and the small vortex in his dantian was spinning wildly, continuously transporting the black energy to his limbs and bones.

Inside the Cauldron of All Things, Hongxiu sensed that familiar aura—the aura of Youlan, the unique scent of her master whom she had served for hundreds of years.

However, this aura seems somewhat different...

Hongxiu disregarded everything else; she wanted to give her young master another push. In this life-or-death moment, she would do everything in her power, even if she was only a Golden Core cultivator and had only a tiny bit of insignificant demonic energy within her.

"Young Master!"

Hongxiu called out, forming hand seals and mobilizing all the meager demonic energy within her body. She then channeled it through the connection between the Myriad Things Cauldron and Shen Yifei's soul.

The moment Hongxiu's demonic energy came into contact with the pure demonic energy within Shen Yifei's body, it was like a drop of water falling into a pot of oil, instantly exploding!

The demonic energy within Shen Yifei's body seemed to be ignited, surging instantly.

Black energy surged from his body, forming a thin layer of black mist around him, enveloping his entire body.

His eyes turned blood red.

Ye Qianqiu's face turned extremely ugly. He regretted not using his full strength in that sword strike. He wanted to toy with Shen Yifei and slowly torture him to death to vent his hatred!

Little did he know, he had successfully aroused the boy's demonic energy once again!

"You little bastard, you really are a demon!"

"I am a bastard, I am a demon! You old scoundrel, let you taste my sword!"

Shen Yifei unleashed the Breaking Army Sword Technique once again!

The same moves, the same sword stance, but this time the effect was completely different from before.

A black sword aura, about ten feet thick, shot out from the tip of the sword. The oppressive feeling brought by that sword aura made it difficult for Ye Qianqiu to breathe.

Ye Qianqiu dared not take the attack head-on, and with a quick movement, he barely dodged the sword energy.

"You old bastard, don't dodge! Stand up straight like a man!" Shen Yifei said, and then struck again with his sword.

This time, he used all his strength, pouring all the violent demonic energy within him into the Long Sky Sword.

The black sword energy, like a black dragon emerging from the abyss, roared and pounced towards Ye Qianqiu.

Ye Qianqiu's expression changed drastically. He could feel that the power of this sword strike was several times stronger than the previous one. The oppressive feeling made even this peak Tribulation Transcending cultivator feel palpitations.

"You little bastard, do you think I'm afraid of you?!" Ye Qianqiu roared, gripping his sword with both hands and channeling all his spiritual power into it as he charged forward.

A full-force sword strike from a peak Tribulation Transcending cultivator clashed violently in mid-air with a sword strike from a peak Mahayana cultivator imbued with demonic energy.

"boom……"

With a deafening roar, the shockwave from the explosion leveled all the ruins within a radius of a hundred feet, creating a massive crater tens of feet deep in the ground.

The sword formation of the four elders was broken, and the four of them, along with the little monster, were swept away by the shockwave and disappeared without a trace!

Shen Yifei was thrown out by the blast wave, tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground and rolling more than ten feet before coming to a stop.

His clothes were torn to shreds, and his whole body looked as if it had been plowed by a plow, covered in wounds!

On the other side of the giant pit, Ye Qianqiu stood up.

He looked no better than Shen Yifei. His hair was disheveled, his robes were torn, a trickle of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

"You little bastard..." Ye Qianqiu gritted his teeth, "You...you actually managed to hurt me..."

Shen Yifei grinned, his mouth full of blood making him look like a demon!

"Old man Ye, you're no good! Your son takes after you! Neither of you are any good!"

"You...you fucking want to die!" Ye Qianqiu was so angry that he trembled all over.

When had Ye Qianqiu ever been humiliated like this? Especially by this little bastard in front of him time and time again!

Ye Qianqiu suppressed his surging blood and qi, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"You little bastard, since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

He gripped the sword with both hands, the tip pointing to the sky, and muttered incantations. Finally, he bit his tongue, forcing out a mouthful of blood to spray onto the sword!

"Old man Ye, are you trying to kill me? You've used up all your essence and blood, aren't you afraid of kidney deficiency?"

Ye Qianqiu ignored him and roared, "Blood Sacrifice!"

Inside the Cauldron of All Things, Xinghe was constantly healing Shen Yifei, while Liu Mengli and Mo Ran stared anxiously at each other.

Hongxiu, like Ye Qianqiu, bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, using her last wisp of demonic energy to transfer to Shen Yifei!

As the essence and blood entered his body, Shen Yifei immediately felt a certain power within him being unsealed and surging forth. His mind went blank, and all he could see was his sword being raised...

Then, he knew nothing more; all he saw was a white light…

Shen Yifei collapsed, and he didn't even know whether he was dead or alive.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard a chattering woman's voice in his ear, and a wet, hot tongue licking his face.

Shen Yifei was woken up by being licked.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a wet tongue licking his way from his chin to his forehead.

When the little monster saw Shen Yifei open his eyes, it retracted its tongue, squatted to the side, opened its mouth, and panted heavily, drooling continuously.

Then, Shen Yifei saw Liu Mengli's face, leaned closer, and with a look of disgust, wiped his face again and again with his sleeve.

"Master, your lapdog keeps licking you and won't let us near you. Anyone who comes near gets bitten! Look, it's practically licking our faces raw!"

Then, Shen Yifei saw Xinghe's round face. "Brother, you're finally awake. You're alright, nothing's wrong. Get up and walk around a bit..."

Then, Shen Yifei felt someone supporting him from behind, trying to help him sit up.

He leaned against the man's body, supporting himself with his hands on the ground, and slowly sat up, but his body was still leaning against the man behind him.

So soft. Shen Yifei gently rubbed against it a couple of times, feeling the two little fleshy mounds...

He turned his head and saw that Mo Ran was kneeling behind him, supporting him with her body.

Mo Ran's face was flushed, but she didn't dare to let go, afraid that he would fall. "Young Master Shen, you...you don't move, your injury hasn't healed yet."

Seeing this, Xinghe clapped her hands and laughed, "Sister Mo, he's taking advantage of you. Let go, and he'll be fine!"