After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

Her expression grew even colder.

"Do you really think that Tian Li will let Shi Yan off the hook?"

"I will let Shi Yan and Su Sheng live!!" It was only because the woman in front of her still had some connection with Shi Yan that Jun Qianrou did not take direct action.

The tavern owner also bit her lip.

To be honest... she didn't know why either.

Why does Shi Yan's aura seem to have completely vanished from this world?

Is it as the girl in front of me said... that Heaven prevented Shi Yan from being reborn?

That seems to be the most likely possibility.

But... Mo Shu believed more than anyone else that Shi Yan would come back, that Shi Yan would definitely come back.

But how could that unwavering belief convince the girl in front of him?

How can I refute that?

She could only grip the long knife tightly in her hand.

Mo Shu understood that in Jun Qianrou's current state of extreme anger, she wouldn't believe anything she said; she would only believe what she saw with her own eyes.

"I can't convince you—"

"All I can say is..."

"Master Shiyan will definitely come back." She even cleverly avoided directly calling Shiyan "Sister Shiyan."

It seems that... it was also because of something else that it didn't stir Jun Qianrou's restless heartstrings.

Jun Qianrou looked at Mo Shu.

She suddenly smiled.

Like ice and snow melting, clouds and fog dispersing.

But... after the clouds and fog cleared, there was no sun in the sky, only a terrifyingly cold, eternal night.

"I also believe that Shi Yan will definitely come back."

“But before that—” Jun Qianrou raised the sword in her hand, “I must make this destiny… make this Kyushu pay some price.”

She wants to kill—

Didn't the Master of Langya Pavilion say that Shi Yan would be reborn from the fire, but it would only take three days?

Then she would kill.

They fought for three days.

They fought their way back to Shi Yan.

Seeing Jun Qianrou raise the curved snake sword, the tavern owner also raised her right hand, which was holding a long knife, and slowly moved the tip of the knife toward Jun Qianrou.

"It seems you're determined to stop me?" Jun Qianrou's expression gradually turned cold, and the God Lord fell into complete silence. "I've been giving you face out of respect for Shi Yan."

"but……"

"Don't go too far."

Without a word, the tavern owner simply pointed her knife at Jun Qianrou, saying, "I have a reason why I must stand here—"

"Once the blood is drunk..."

"Jun Qianrou is no longer Jun Qianrou."

"Teacher's words..."

She gazed at the gloomy sky;

"Master..."

She looked at the girl in front of her with a sorrowful expression.

After all... in every respect, the girl in front of her was actually one-third of the tavern owner's master.

It represents lewdness and evil, and inherited one-third of the "Demon Lord of the First Life".

"It will make you sad."

"so……"

"As long as I'm alive... I won't let you go down the mountain."

Even in the face of death, Shi Yan fell silent.

Although he had anticipated Mo Shu's true identity, Shi Yan's feelings were still quite complicated when he actually heard her address him as "Master."

But how could Jun Qianrou, who was already in a state of obsession, possibly consider so many things again and again?

Accompanied by surging, terrifying demonic energy, the girl's figure vanished from the spot.

"Then go die—"

Jun Qianrou wielded the long, curved snake blade, slashing heavily at Mo Shu.

Her movements were quick, simply fast.

No special technique was used.

It was simply moving too fast, so fast that its figure seemed to disappear into the wilderness.

And then... clang—

The long sword blocked the snake's blade.

Jun Qianrou looked at the woman in front of her, and the tavern owner looked at her in the same way. The two women had gotten so close that they could feel each other's breath.

"Not bad at all---" Jun Qianrou's smile was almost arrogant.

Just like Loulan a thousand years ago.

But... the tavern owner looked at her bitterly. In the end, her master from a thousand years ago still couldn't bring himself to draw his sword against Yaotai.

Or perhaps, it was the master's instinct that made it impossible for her ultimate sword to harm Yaotai.

But the situation is completely different now—

Clang——

Jun Qianrou's figure disappeared again, and the snake blade and the sword clashed once more.

Then... the sword and the blade collided hundreds of times in an extremely short period of time.

The desolate snowfield is marked with deep, sharp marks, revealing the dark rocks of the wilderness.

Even with the vision of the Womb Mandala, Shi Yan could only clearly see the actions between the two people when he was secretly in the "Seventeen-Year Cicada".

The demonic energy surged and spread like a tide.

The aftershocks of Jun Qianrou and Mo Shu's battle were enough to shock the cultivators to the point of dropping their jaws.

One is a newly born demon king.

One... is someone who may have cultivated for a thousand years... the strongest in the mortal world.

This is the battle between those who ascend to the Immortal Realm.

"I'm going to leave you here—" The tavern owner swayed and almost fell over, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. The web of her right hand, which was gripping a long sword of unknown material, was stained with blood.

But the material of that knife was very strange.

It was as if it was sucking her blood, so even though the hilt of the knife was soaked with blood, it didn't feel slippery. What was flowing down was "only" her life.

In stark contrast to her swaying and seemingly about to collapse, Jun Qianrou appeared calm and composed, as if it were all effortless.

The reason why the Demon Lord is the Demon Lord is because of her power.

She is the world's calamity.

It is the black dragon named "Despair" that dwells at the root of the World Tree in Norse mythology.

Surtur, who wielded the demonic sword to destroy the world during Ragnarok.

"You're welcome to give it a try."

He didn't speak, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.

The tavern owner simply raised the knife in her hand once more.

Those dark red eyes shone brightly.

She swung her knife at Jun Qianrou.

The flashing blades were as dazzling as the full moon, while the moonlight was as cold as frost.

This is the culmination of all swordsmanship in the world, the principle of the sword.

It is the biggest obstacle that has prevented the successive sect leaders of the "Shangyue Sect" from reaching the Enlightenment Realm.

Moonlight poured down.

The knife is fast and powerful.

But... hiss—

A black and red snake with deadly fangs tore through the moonlight, its venomous teeth piercing the woman's chest.

A long black sword was stuck in the snow.

Only a deep... crack that seemed to split the earth was left spreading across the wilderness. But... the crack stopped abruptly in front of Jun Qianrou.

As Jun Qianrou watched the woman stagger and fall into her arms, it felt as if a stone had suddenly fallen into a bottomless abyss, leaving no echo for a long time.

There was no turning back for me.

"I'm sorry—" she said softly to the woman in her arms who was gradually losing warmth.

The last bit of warmth in the girl's expression was also wiped away.

The surging, roaring demonic energy swirled and lingered, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Now... the "Demon Lord of the First Life" has truly arrived.

Moreover, there is no one in this mortal world who can stop her now.