Chapter 1091: Chapter 1088: Tragic Chapter 1091: Chapter 1088: Tragic Shen Luo had not yet figured out what was going on when he noticed the blood flas on his arms rapidly receding, and the Demonic Qi that had infiltrated his body was also reversing its flow, continuously heading toward Li Zhu’s body.
As the Demonic Qi and blood flas kept pouring into her, Li Zhu’s expression beca even more ferocious, and the Qi around her body kept rising.
What was even stranger was that as her Qi continued to strengthen, the unique breath that belonged to Chiyou began to gradually fade.
With a thought, Shen Luo vaguely thought of a possibility and was imdiately shocked.
He could no longer care if Li Zhu’s actions could help him completely remove the Demonic Qi from his body; he only knew that if he let this happen, it might lead to unpredictable dangers.
Shen Luo raised his hand and summoned the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, which imdiately floated up and was grasped in his hand, stabbing straight at Li Zhu’s forehead.
Completely different from the reaction when he had stabbed at her heart before, Li Zhu’s expression changed drastically, and her body jerked backward, deftly dodging away.
Imdiately afterward, the Blood Light on her body surged, and the speed at which she was extracting that power from Shen Luo’s body beca faster and faster.
At the sa ti, several strands of the demonic Qi from Chiyou split from within his body, chaotically rushing around inside him, causing his blood to roil and his mana to run amok, an extrely uncomfortable sensation.
One strand of demonic Qi rushed straight to his brain, drilling into his sea of knowledge.
In an instant, Shen Luo’s vision was covered in blood red, and he seed to see himself standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with the collapsing walls of Chang’an City and blood rging into a river in front of him.
In the reflection mirrored by that bloodied water, Shen Luo saw not himself, but Chiyou.
His sea of knowledge shook violently, and he abruptly ca to his senses.
“No, I must not allow Chiyou the slightest chance to rise again,” Shen Luo thought desperately.
He raised his hand and released the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, grabbing hold of Li Zhu’s head with both hands and using all his strength to twist it over, pressing his forehead tightly against hers.
The next instant, the Pure Yang Sword Embryo, under his control, shot back at high speed, piercing fiercely toward their closely touching heads.
Li Zhu, sensing the approach of the flying sword, tried to push Shen Luo away with both hands, wanting to separate from him.
But Shen Luo firmly pressed down on her head, not allowing it to deviate in the slightest.
Suddenly, Li Zhu’s ferocity erupted, and her hands tore at Shen Luo’s arms as her aura soared, forcefully pulling down with a sudden burst of power.
“Hiss, hiss…”
Two soft sounds were heard, Shen Luo’s arm muscles were torn apart, and blood sprayed.
His teeth clenched, mana surged to his arms, stubbornly holding on without loosening his grip.
The Pure Yang Sword Embryo finally arrived, thrusting a sword toward the back of Li Zhu’s head.
At the point where the sword light fell, blood spattered, and a bloody hole was ripped open in the back of Li Zhu’s head. The Pure Yang Sword Embryo, burning with red flas, pierced directly through her sea of knowledge, erging from her forehead, with half of the sword tip nailed into Shen Luo’s own forehead.
At the critical mont, a figure finally arrived, grabbing hold of the Pure Yang Sword Embryo from behind Li Zhu.
Blood seeped from Shen Luo’s forehead as he slowly leaned backward, the tip of the Pure Yang Sword Embryo gradually retreating from the bone in his forehead.
His eyes were already obscured by blood, but he could see the person before him through the haze, appearing to be Fu Donglai. He then managed a difficult smile and uttered a word of thanks.
“Have you gone mad? Why do you seek mutual destruction?” Fu Donglai frowned deeply, scolding.
Shen Luo just shook his head, not offering any explanation, staggered back a few steps, and collapsed on the ground.
Fu Donglai, with a heart of compassion, stepped forward to administer an Elixir to him, then helped him up and assisted him into a cross-legged ditation posture.
It was only after a long ti that Shen Luo finally regained so composure, began to run the Great Unsealing Technique on his own, and started to heal his injuries.
…
After a long ti.
Outside the secret realm, on the square, the Suspended Sky Mirror slowly descended.
The formation patterns carved on the Martial Arts Stage lit up again, as a straight light pillar shot into the high altitude.
In the dazzling light, those who had completed the trial appeared one after another, each covered in wounds, looking utterly disheveled.
Shen Luo, holding a compass, appeared in the center of the light pillar, while Fu Donglai and his people were not far from him.
Monts later, the light pillar gradually shrank until all the light marks disappeared, and the square erupted into a wave of enthusiastic cheers.
Shen Luo’s face was pale, appearing as if he had suffered from a serious illness that had yet to heal.
His gaze swept over the remaining people one by one: Fu Donglai, Seven Kills, Ji Yao, Flower Fence, Huang Yi, a young demon man, and a young woman from the Immortal Clan. They were all that remained of the competitors, the only survivors, and the outco was indeed dire.
“Where is Li Changqing?” Shen Luo wondered, looking towards Fu Donglai.
Fu Donglai also found it strange. Shen Luo had earlier sent Li Changqing out of the valley and then had avoided all combat. Logically, Li should have been able to survive.
However, that was just “logically speaking”. Given the many dangers and changes within the secret realm, since Li had not appeared alive here, the answer was self-evident.
At this mont, Cheng Yaojin and several others seated on the high platform also flew down, landing on the Martial Arts Stage.
“Good kid, well done,” said Cheng Yaojin as he walked up and patted Shen Luo on the shoulder.
Shen Luo did not speak, his expression sowhat solemn.
Cheng Yaojin also sensed sothing was amiss and exchanged a few words with Shen Luo through voice transmission. After that, his expression slightly changed.
But soon, he turned to the public with a smile and announced Shen Luo’s victory.
However, after the proclamation, instead of eting with cheers from the entire venue, there were continuous jeers from the surroundings.
The reason was not dissatisfaction with the strength of Shen Luo, the winner, but rather discontent with his performance during the trial in stopping the killing alongside Fu Donglai.
Many among them had placed heavy gold bets on the deadly fights in hopes of winning and earning rich rewards.
As a result, Shen Luo and Fu Donglai’s actions only turned the outco of the fights into a draw, causing those who placed bets to lose everything, no matter which side they had wagered on. Naturally, they were full of resentnt towards them.
Just like at the very beginning, the fight between Shen Luo and Seven Kills had caused many to lose everything.
“Hypocrite, petty man…”
“A bastard fishing for fa and reputation…”
“Does such a person even deserve to win?”
…
Abusive voices rose successively all around, and the square seethed with angry sentint. Unaware onlookers might have thought that Shen Luo and Fu Donglai had committed an atrocity that outraged both heaven and the human spirit.
Shen Luo’s eyes swept across all four directions of the square, seeing the people’s distorted faces and murderous energies, a feeling of disgust spontaneously arose in his heart.
“Silence!” Cheng Yaojin’s brow furrowed as he let out a thunderous shout.
His voice was mixed with a trace of mana, not too loud, but the deterrent power was more than sufficient.
The square quickly fell quiet.
“Shen Luo, as the winner of this Martial Assembly of the Three Realms, his sect will receive the support of the Great Tang Dynasty Governnt for one hundred years, and all resources will be approved and provided by the Great Tang Governnt,” Cheng Yaojin said, ignoring the crowd and announcing loudly.
After he finished speaking, the Immortal Clan woman, her face covered by a light veil, stepped forward and with a wave of her hand, a green formation disc made of unknown material, hovered in the void.
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