Xia Li was now engulfed in flas from head to toe.The fire on his body was growing stronger and stronger.If at first it had only been a hidden smolder, now open flas had already appeared.The body-burning fire intensified with ti.Though the power it granted also increased, the damage it inflicted on the body rose exponentially.It had a certain resemblance to the overheating mode of the imitation-star golden core, except that the body-burning fire was far more savage and uncontrollable.The Heaven Chip kept sounding alarms and continuously reported the progression of the damage to Xia Li's body.If Xia Li had not previously spent nearly half a year bitterly training his body in Wild Continent, the body-burning fire probably would not have allowed him to unleash even three moves.The xiao demon and Mo Ye naturally saw it too.Every move Xia Li unleashed was like spending his life in exchange.The brighter the flas on him beca, the worse his condition grew.Because the power did not belong to Xia Li in the first place, he had no way to wield it perfectly.All he could do was continue sweeping out vast fire waves, using large-scale attacks to catch both the xiao demon and Mo Ye in the blast radius.After the seventh strike, Xia Li suddenly dropped to one knee.He stabbed the ash greatsword into the ground and barely forced himself upright instead of falling.The flas on the greatsword went out.His power was no longer enough to maintain them.The body-burning fire on him had already devoured all of his qi and blood and had begun consuming his organs and marrow.The dim orange-red flas from before had turned into a vivid orange-yellow.The fire had beco even more violent."Be careful of his final backlash before death!"Seeing that, the xiao demon imdiately pulled back and even warned Mo Ye.He understood very well that though Xia Li now looked weak, he was even more dangerous than before."I know."Mo Ye also widened the distance, watching the self-immolating Xia Li with a mocking gaze.These two "sworn enemies" still maintained a degree of tacit understanding in battle.Naturally, Xia Li saw it all.The xiao demon and Mo Ye's private relationship was probably very good.Two vicious-hearted monsters working together to achieve their ends.Who knew how many evil deeds they had committed over the years?The humans and demons watching from around Sunscorch Valley all wore regretful expressions."What kind of hero only knows how to dodge?""Mo Ye, I used to respect you as a prodigy. Who would've thought you were this close to that xiao demon?""You filthy bird, can't you show even a little integrity?""Fight him head-on!""Both of you have reached the peak limits of Nascent Soul and can slay Soul Transformation cultivators. And now when the two of you join forces against one pseudo-Core cultivator, all you do is dodge?"The younger generation could not help calling out.They had their own pride.At an age when self-respect burned hottest, they naturally placed themselves in Xia Li's shoes.The younger generation with real spirit never feared death.Nor did they fear facing the strong.But even if they lost and died, they wanted to die with honor.The scars left on a stronger opponent before death would beco the finest epitaph they could ask for.A symbol of courage.Yet the xiao demon and Mo Ye would not even give Xia Li that chance.They would not even let him have a na to leave behind after death.What those people did not understand was that the xiao demon and Mo Ye were already showing Xia Li great respect.Different people expressed respect in different ways.Heroes admired worthy enemies.Even if they could win steadily without risking their lives, they would still be willing to receive the enemy's final desperate blow and grant them a noble end.Treacherous heroes fought enemies with the utmost caution.The more shaless they were, the more seriously they took the opponent.In their case, their degree of despicableness was directly proportional to their degree of respect."Silence!""One more word and we'll suppress all of you!"The xiao demon and Mo Ye each signaled their deputy commanders.At once, the Demon-Hunting Army and Human-Subjugation Army turned their weapons toward their own people.What dignity? What good na?None of that mattered.They only wanted victory.A beautiful victory.The greatest value at the smallest cost.Why be wounded if one could remain uninjured?And to fulfill the enemy's reputation after death?What kind of joke was that?Others had always existed to fulfill them.They would fulfill no one and nothing.They wanted to watch Xia Li struggle at death's door and burn himself to death.They wanted to laugh at his overestimation of himself.The weak would always be weak.Even if they temporarily borrowed the power of the strong, they remained frail insects to be trampled beneathfoot.They wanted to mock all those weaklings in the world who imagined themselves aningful.The weakling's dignity and courage were worthless.Only by doing so could the fire of resistance in those people's hearts truly be extinguished.Then everyone would understand that resistance ended only in ridiculous self-immolation, without even the ability to leave a wound on the strong.Mo Ye and the xiao demon both sneered."We are here to put down rebels. It's one thing if you don't help. But how dare you speak nonsense and disrupt military morale.""If it happens again, you will be treated as rebels as well!"Taking advantage of Xia Li's weakness, the xiao demon raised his head and sneered at the dissatisfied young demons on his own side."A rebel is a rebel. To die ridiculously and nalessly is his proper ending."
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"What gave you the right to think a rebel could die a worthy death? He should fall in the most pitiful way possible!"Mo Ye, too, was interrogating those cursing him.The human and demon talents who had co to Sunscorch Valley all fell silent.But this silence was not retreat.It was the sign before eruption.Anyone who ca to Manzhou to temper themselves in battle could not escape the control of the Demon-Hunting Army if they were human, or the Human-Subjugation Army if they were demon.These two armies flaunted racial righteousness while carrying out endless internal strife.Over the years, who knew how many young talents had co here from their holands wanting to devote themselves to the supposed greater good of their race, only to be hard by this and have their hearts turn cold?Little by little, the battlefield of Manzhou had beco a place without any true righteousness at all.Nothing remained but a marketplace for fa, built on slaughter.And if one had co to seek a na on this killing ground, then not only one's reputation in life mattered.One's na after death mattered too.One had to leave sothing behind, or how else could it count as having lived in this world?If even that were taken away, then what exactly were they fighting for?Yes.For what?What had humanity truly taken from demonkind?What had demonkind truly invaded from humanity?Other than being told from birth that the two races were enemies, there was nothing else.Only endless racial struggle, one unjust war after another, and hatred deepening year by year.Every contradiction and conflict within humanity and within demonkind could always be shifted onto the other side.Why did they need to kill the other side just to gain approval?Who was it that had truly been oppressing them all along?And whose rules were they living by?Humans in the south and demons in the north stared across at one another.Among them were also cultivators from Ling Province.Xia Li's earlier public transmission of the Dao had broken the barrier that made Soul Transformation so difficult to advance into Void Refining.So of those cultivators from Ling Province had once mocked Xia Li's arrogance when he tried to transmit the Dao to rogue cultivators.But now, thinking it over carefully, they realized that Xia Li had been resisting all along.They and Xia Li stood on the sa side.No more bowing and scraping in search of the Dao.No more unjust slaughter driven by nothing but fa and profit.And how would future generations judge them in the annals of history, these people who had received transmission of the Dao?Would they rely watch?Would they watch the fire in the darkness go out?"Stand up!""Stand up and kill your way through!""Get up!""Burn them to death!""Burn those two beasts to death!""What kind of prodigies are they? They're trash!"The xiao demon devoured the bloodlines of talented young demons, while Mo Ye knew thods of refining other people's blood qi.This was no longer any real secret.These so-called prodigies were nothing more than symbols elevated by those who wrote the rules for everyone else to see.Go on, keep fighting among yourselves.Do not unite.If internal fighting does not kill enough of you, then you can still die for racial righteousness.If racial righteousness doesn't suit you, fa and profit are still waiting.There is always so bait designed for every kind of person.Do not think too much.Just keep killing.That way, the "prodigies" who rose up would all be the kind pleasing to those in power, prodigies fitted with collars and rings.Draped in glory, they would kneel like loyal hounds before their masters.They were like eunuchs in the mortal world.No matter how glorious they looked, they were still eunuchs.Once, everyone had been dazzled by that glory.Now, thanks to Xia Li pulling down their pants, they finally saw how ridiculous they really were."Stand up...""Get up!""Xia Li, stand up!"Even those who had only ant to watch the show were now enraged by the xiao demon and Mo Ye's conduct.At that mont, both Mo Ye and the xiao demon felt imnse pressure.How had they suddenly provoked universal outrage?All they had done was refuse Xia Li a posthumous na.Was that really worth this much?It was only a worthless na after death.Was that really worth this much?Hadn't they always behaved this way?Before today, who had ever dared say half a word against them?So why now?Hearing the voices from both north and south, Xia Li, still kneeling on one knee with his head bowed, unable to rise, suddenly laughed.Before this, he had hated the iron for not becoming steel.But in the end, the root of the problem had only been that his own fire was not hot enough.To forge iron, one first needed fire hot enough.Only after that did the quality of the iron matter.And these people were still young.They carried relatively few impurities.That was why this ti, the iron could finally be forged into steel.Gritting his teeth, Xia Li pushed himself upright again.With his right arm he clenched the extinguished ash greatsword and raised it high.Once more, flas ignited along the blade.And with that...the temperature throughout all of Sunscorch Valley began to soar wildly.It was as if heaven and earth themselves had caught fire in that instant.Endless flas surged forth from the void.The fla storm had begun.And Xia Li had ignited it ahead of ti.
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