Capítulo 1372: Chapter 1372: A New Cycle of Reincarnation
“Duan Lang, do you still think you can defeat now?”
Bai Xiaofan slowly opened his eyes. A dark golden light flashed across his gaze, and he spoke to Duan Lang in a calm tone.
It was rely an extrely ordinary sentence, yet it pierced through Duan Lang’s chest like an arrow, making his entire being freeze in mid-air, the movents of his hands halted as well.
As Duan Lang paused, the black Primordial Spirit also stopped its movents, as if soone had pressed a stillness button for both of them.
Duan Lang stared at Bai Xiaofan, his mind replaying Bai Xiaofan’s words.
Do you still think you can defeat now?
Indeed!
All along, he had been full of confidence in himself, even when facing Bai Xiaofan without ever gaining any advantage, even when confronting Bai Xiaofan and being forced to use the Primordial Spirit, he still believed he could win.
Because he thought the gray Longsword ford with the artistic conception of slaughter was Bai Xiaofan’s strongest killer move.
But at this mont, Bai Xiaofan seed like a treasure chest that could easily counter every powerful technique he unleashed!
In an instant, Duan Lang realized that his pride, which had supported him for many years, had been shattered by Bai Xiaofan’s simple words.
Turns out, his so-called human pride was rely like a bubble, vanishing into powder upon a gentle touch.
“I lost, defeated by you. I, Duan Lang, am not embarrassed!”
After a long ti, when the crowd in the Blood Demon Imperial City almost had stiff necks from looking up, Duan Lang retracted his sword, clasped his fists toward Bai Xiaofan, and said softly.
A single sentence seed to drain all of Duan Lang’s strength.
However, Duan Lang felt neither sha nor fatigue, just a sudden sense of relief.
For years, since his family was killed by the demon race, he had been constantly urging himself to learn the most powerful cultivation technique, to stand at the pinnacle of the world, not only to avenge his parents by killing every demon, but also to make everyone fear him.
They’d tremble at his sight!
Yet, after saying those words, Duan Lang felt relieved, but for the crowd below, it was like a thunderclap beside their ears.
Silence!
For a mont, the vast Blood Demon Imperial City fell into endless silence, everyone was astonished, unable to believe what they heard was real.
Wow!
A mont later, a deafening shout erupted within the Blood Demon Imperial City.
In the shouting, there were excited cries from demon race mbers and grievances and incomprehension from the Blood Demon clan.
Even though everyone didn’t understand where Duan Lang was defeated, for the demon race mbers, it was like hearing great news, each face beaming with joy, looking at Bai Xiaofan with eyes full of admiration and respect!
At this mont!
Precisely at this mont!
Within the demon race, Bai Xiaofan’s prestige completely surpassed Wolf King Sarka, went beyond Salca, and even exceeded their highly revered elder!
Because even their elder couldn’t bring this victory and glory!
Even if the next second they would die in the Blood Demon Imperial City, many demon race mbers wouldn’t feel fear or regret!
On the contrary, the Blood Demon clan was now all complaining and blaming Duan Lang, accusing him of lacking backbone and surrendering too easily to a human!
This was a stark contrast to the indomitable image they had of Lord Duan Lang, who would never yield no matter who the enemy was!
For a while, cheers and complaints surged in the Blood Demon Imperial City.
Then mbers from the demon race and Blood Demon clan, for unknown reasons, clashed together again.
Moreover, it seed as though they couldn’t even hear the orders of Modao Zi and the elder, recklessly charging toward their enemies, venting their joy and anger on them.
Yet as these people beca blinded by battle again, Bai Xiaofan and Duan Lang in mid-air remained indifferent.
The lives and deaths of these people, strictly speaking, didn’t matter to them.
Bai Xiaofan wasn’t of the demon race; he helped them rely at Yaoyao and Xiao Qing’s request.
Although Duan Lang belonged to the Blood Demon clan, after his parents died, he had severed all ties, fully devoted to martial arts, and naturally felt little for his clan!
“I want to ask, what is the last power of artistic conception you used? Is it the Artistic Conception of Ti? Why did I feel a trace of passing away?”
Duan Lang did not even glance at the crowd below, but stared fixedly at Bai Xiaofan, voicing his question.
Modao Zi could sense that Bai Xiaofan’s move was using the power of artistic conception, he, being directly faced with the move, could clearly tell.
However, Duan Lang always felt Bai Xiaofan’s Artistic Conception of Ti seed to contain other powers of artistic conception!
“The Artistic Conception of Life, everything in this world has life, with life cos death and birth. I use the Artistic Conception of Ti to gradually wear down the power of your two Sword Qi, returning them to the power they had at your initial strike. Then, I included the Artistic Conception of Life, which I don’t fully comprehend yet, to prevent your move from disappearing, but rely return it to the mont it was born!”
“Only then could I defeat you when your move was at its weakest!”
In response to Duan Lang’s inquiry, Bai Xiaofan didn’t hide anything and explained the Artistic Conception of Life he had comprehended after eting Ye Qiani, and the reason for using it.
Although Duan Lang was his enemy, it was only a matter of different stances. He respected an enemy like Duan Lang, who revered martial arts throughout his life!
Long before sensing the Artistic Conception of Slaughter, he had also felt a slight sense of the Artistic Conception of Death, although he hadn’t grasped much, hence never used it, especially in battle!
Death followed by rebirth, life awaiting death!
Life and death, repeatedly, isn’t it a cycle of reincarnation?
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