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Meanwhile, the gods had already sent Ling'er here.

Shen Du concealed his aura, hiding in the vast heavens, and watched Li Yan wield the Pure Yang Sword with a sense of awe.

"As expected of the Pure Yang Sword of Lü Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals, its power is indeed extraordinary."

"However, with this alone, I'm afraid I won't need to do it myself!"

Chapter 32 The Precious Sword Slays the Demonic Dragon!

The gods looked down at the scene below, and the divine might emanating from Li Yan, who held the Pure Yang Sword, was like a sword immortal descending to earth, with wisps of sword intent permeating his entire body.

He couldn't help but murmur, "Lu Dongbin's sword is so powerful. A demon as insignificant as an ant can unleash enough power to sweep across the entire continent with this sword."

The immense power derived from the annals of history is such that retrieving a sword belonging to Lü Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals, from the future would possess such might.

Just how powerful was Lü Dongbin himself?

Amidst inward sighs, Ling'er, standing beneath his feet, softly asked, "Your Majesty the Dragon King, shall I make a move?!"

Although the gods had never told Ling'er to take action, she had a vague feeling that her purpose in coming here was not simply to watch the show, but most likely to kill the demons below.

In the past, she would have avoided these demons like the plague, but now, as a silver dragon, she longed to slaughter all the demons beneath her.

All demons, including the dragon army, the minions of the gods.

The dragon's arrogance is revealed when Ling'er looks down on other life forms, but it is humble even towards gods; this is a fact that bloodlines cannot be changed.

"No need, we'll just watch. When the time is right, I'll let you make your move," Shen Du replied leisurely.

Seeing this, Ling'er's eyes, though downcast, were filled with joy. "Yes, Your Majesty."

Xue'er, who was holding the giant dragon horn, knew that she was powerless to stop it, so she did not say anything to persuade her. Just like before, even if she begged, she would be powerless to do anything. Being with her sister was already an honor.

"The Pure Yang Sword, one of the Eight Immortals, Lü Dongbin, let me see just how powerful this sword really is."

Shen Du coldly gazed down, then his lips twitched slightly: "Ato, Abel, kill that humanoid demon wielding a sword!"

The words traveled through the void, and a barely perceptible wisp of demonic fire energy slowly flowed into the dragon's body. The sound also reached the ears of the dragon's many followers.

The dragon, which was still relentlessly slaughtering demons, was suddenly surrounded by dense flames, its demonic energy gathering, and it stomped its foot on the ground.

In an instant, more than fifty evil dragons simultaneously stomped their feet on the ground.

Moments later, the vast earth seemed to be torn open by an invisible force, revealing a huge, scarlet rift. Magma, wandering in the heart of the blue planet, carrying thousands of rocks, erupted out like thousands of fiery red dragons.

These flames, resembling crimson dragons, instantly incinerated the countless demon armies that had besieged them.

In the blink of an eye, a quarter of the millions of demons were killed or wounded, their corpses burned into thick ashes.

"As Your Majesty commands!"

"Kill that humanoid demon wielding a sword!"

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Upon receiving the order from the capital, more than fifty evil dragons swarmed in and began to fight against Li Yan.

Ling'er, perched high in the heavens, watched this scene with a hint of doubt: "Your Majesty, are you sending them to their deaths?!"

"Why don't we let Ling'er take action now and destroy these demons?"

"Furthermore, aren't Atho and Abel your trusted confidants?"

"Are we going to send them to their deaths too?"

Ling'er could tell that the strength of the lizard-like evil dragon below was completely disproportionate to that of the humanoid demon.

The two sides are worlds apart in strength.

Upon hearing this, Shen Du scoffed, "To send someone to their death, perhaps."

"Even if I know perfectly well that these dragons are no match for that demon, so what? They'll just die if they die."

"I am a demon lord by nature, cruel and tyrannical. Don't think that just because I grant them a little bit of power, they will become my confidants."

"No one can become the Demon Lord's confidant, not even his children."

"Aside from a few exceptions, just because Abelardo showed me around Huomu City, does that mean they can become my confidants?"

"No, no, no, that's completely wrong. No one can become my trusted subordinate except for those I care about."

"But the person I care about right now hasn't appeared yet. There isn't one now, and maybe there will be one in the future, but it's very rare."

Having said that, the god quietly looked down at the two beings about to collide.

Ling'er seemed to understand something and looked over, but her own dragon tail brushed against her sister Xue'er, as if to comfort her.

Meanwhile, the earth below.

Holding the Pure Yang Sword, Li Yan watched the evil dragons charging towards him. Observing the fiery aura emanating from these dragons, their imposing presence was unmatched by any other demon.

But for him, it was as simple as raising a hand to destroy them.

These dragons could slaughter the demons under his command, but they were no match for his Nightmare Force.

Holding the magic weapon that suppresses monarchs, he absorbed the magic power of the seven demon city lords, as well as the demons that had just died and turned to ashes, all of which had turned into boundless demonic energy and gathered on his body.

At this moment, he was constantly absorbing the essence and demonic energy of those already dead demons, and his strength was gradually increasing.

Looking down at the Pure Yang Sword, Li Yan smiled slyly. A strange figure flashed through his mind, wielding a sword and creating a sword shadow.

Youyou closed her eyes, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, and said, "This precious sword slays the demonic dragon, the black aura will forever remain, open!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yan gripped the hilt of the Chunyang Sword with both hands, opened his eyes, and shouted sharply, "Slash!"

In an instant, countless sword beams were born from the void, like ten thousand swords returning to their origin. Tens of thousands of sword phantoms stood around the Power Nightmare.

As he brought the Pure Yang Sword down, the sword's illusory image instantly burst forth with endless, dazzling golden light. It appeared to be scorching and warm, but in reality, it sent chills down one's spine, brimming with intense killing intent.

Then came countless illusory sword shadows, which pierced towards the oncoming evil dragon at extremely high speed.

The many evil dragons were afraid when they saw this, but they knew that their emperor was watching them from the shadows, so they had no reason to stand by and watch them die.

In that case, the fifty-odd dragons roared and spat out an enormous fireball.

The fireball coalesced into a ball hundreds of feet in size and crashed towards the Demon Lord.

"Bang------"

"Snap—"

The sound was like real objects colliding, but it was brief, followed by a sound like glass breaking.

The fireball, hundreds of feet in size, was cleaved into thousands of pieces after being attacked by countless swords.

The fireball shattered, and the magma it contained slowly slid down to the ground.

Meanwhile, the countless afterimages created by Li Yan's Pure Yang Sword continued their relentless advance, heading straight for the evil dragon.

The dragons unleashed a powerful attack using all their magic, but it failed to harm the Nightmare.

At this moment, the many evil dragons couldn't help but roar, "Your Majesty the Dragon King, save us!"

But the divine capital, high above the heavens, simply watched all of this silently.

Even Abel and Athos, the first demons to follow him, never gained his favor.

This was because, when they were ordered to lead the demons to conquer other cities, they dared to ask for more magic power.

This is like demanding something from someone powerful that doesn't belong to you.

If you can't win, the gods will grant you more power; but if you don't win, you will have to.

That's incredibly audacious.

That's why the gods watched them die by the sword in silence.

Chapter 33 The Demon-Slaying Array Activated, Demon Sacrifices (I'm Starving)

"Ling'er, go down and destroy that demon wielding the sword."

The gods ignored the pleas for help from the many evil dragons' retinues and instead instructed Ling'er to destroy the arrogant Li Yan below.

Upon hearing this, Ling'er was slightly taken aback. "Yes, Your Majesty the Dragon King!"

Before Ling'er could even move, her older sister Xue'er spoke first: "Your Majesty, Ling'er is too weak. I'm afraid she can't defeat that demon. Perhaps we should give up."

Shen Du frowned. "Xue'er, you talk too much!"

He didn't continue to scold her, but simply snapped his fingers. In an instant, the dragon-shaped mark between Xue'er's eyebrows was engulfed in flames, causing her to scream in agony, but it didn't kill her.

After helping her recall her past experiences, Shen Du slowly spoke: "My decision is final, and no one can refute it or question it, especially you."

“I know you’ve killed a lot of demons with my magical artifacts, which has made you so prone to interrupting.”

"But don't forget what you did before. Your current treatment is much better than that of other humans. Do you want me to help you remember?"

Having said that, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. Seeing this, Xue'er shook her head repeatedly, knelt on the dragon's body, and lowered her head without saying a word.

Ling'er, who witnessed all of this, felt a pang of pain in her heart, but she vaguely felt that not pleading for her sister was the best choice for her.

After scolding Xue'er, he looked down at Ling'er, who remained motionless, and said indifferently, "Go, kill him!"

Pointing to the rampant and monstrous power below, a wisp of demonic energy suddenly appeared and landed on Ling'er's silver-white body.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Dragon King!" Ling'er said, and then rushed down towards the bottom.

Meanwhile, Shen Du and Xue'er, who was kneeling on the ground, were approached by a cloud that drifted down to their side and took Ling'er's place.

"A demon-slaying array, interesting, very interesting. The magic array I created can be recorded in the annals of history and used by this demon lord!"

Shen Du looked at the familiar magic array patterns on the ground and couldn't help but speak.

He no longer wondered who had stolen his magic circle.

History records everything, and the magic circles in the encyclopedia of magic will also exist within them.

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Below, countless illusory swords of pure Yang energy pierced through the air, their sharpness boundless, their sword cries echoing all around, breaking through the fireballs released by more than fifty evil dragons.

These countless phantom swords pierced straight through the bodies of these evil dragons, leaving countless holes in their bodies.

The dragon's body was filled with rampaging sword energy, causing them to die instantly, falling to the ground one after another like dumplings being dropped into a pot.