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Emperor Sword Master looked at the surging demonic dragon without fear. He lightly swung his sword, and a powerful sword aura was instantly released. The sword aura swept towards the demonic dragon. The demonic dragon seemed to sense the threat and let out a roar, trying to resist the attack of the sword aura.

But the sword energy was too powerful, instantly suppressing the demonic dragon's attack. Under the impact of the sword energy, cracks began to appear on the demonic dragon's body, and its demonic energy dissipated.

Yuan Zhe and the others, witnessing this scene from the city wall, were utterly astonished. They had never imagined that Xie Xuan could summon such powerful allies.

Li Tianxing's expression turned extremely grim. He hadn't expected that his meticulously arranged demonic array would be so easily suppressed by the suddenly appearing Imperial Sword Peerless. The entire situation had changed due to the appearance of Imperial Sword Peerless.

But Li Tianxing's ambitions and schemes have not been completely thwarted; he is still looking for opportunities to try and turn the tide.

The ground was crisscrossed with deep trenches corroded by demonic energy.

"Hmph, do you think a single peerless imperial sword can stop me?" Li Tianxing sneered, his hands forming a seal once more.

As he moved, the runes on the black flags became even more dazzling. Although the demonic dragon was injured, under his control, it once again gathered power and pounced towards Xie Xuan and the others.

"Well done!" Huang Jian Jue Shi shouted, and with a wave of his sword, several more sword energies slashed towards the demonic dragon.

The sword energy collided with the demonic dragon, producing a series of booming sounds. The powerful force stirred up a gust of wind, causing the surrounding sand and stones to fly everywhere.

Xie Xuan also seized the opportunity to launch an attack. He moved his hands quickly, and beams of spiritual energy shot out from his hands, flying towards Li Tianxing.

Li Tianxing dodged Xie Xuan's attacks while summoning more demonic energy to defend himself.

Zhang Wei seized the opportunity and charged towards the demonic dragon. His weapon pierced fiercely into the dragon's body.

The dragon, in pain, roared and lashed out with its tail, sending Zhang Wei flying.

Zhang Wei adjusted his body in mid-air, landed steadily, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and charged towards the demonic dragon again.

Jiang Chuan, perched atop the clock tower, anxiously looked down. He desperately wanted to go down and help, but knew he lacked the strength.

He could only silently cheer for Xie Xuan and the others in his heart, while trying his best to suppress the dragon blood power within his body that was becoming increasingly turbulent due to the battle.

On the walls of Hulao Pass, Yuan Zhe and Wang Lang watched the battlefield with bated breath.

Yuan Zhe gripped the stone bricks on the city wall tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Wang Lang continuously directed his soldiers to make various defensive preparations to prevent the spread to Hulao Pass.

On the battlefield, Xie Xuan, Zhang Wei, and Huang Jian Jue Shi were locked in a stalemate with Li Tianxing and the Demon Dragon.

Both sides come and go, refusing to give in to each other.

Every attack carries immense power, and every defense is extremely difficult.

The ground was riddled with holes from the aftermath of the war, and the surrounding air was distorted by the powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy.

The thirty demonic dragons, which had been baring their fangs and claws, were caught off guard by the sudden attack from the Imperial Sword Peerless One.

Wherever the sword energy reached, the demonic dragon's body was instantly severed, and its massive form crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Li Tianxing, who was watching the battle, was shocked and thought to himself, "The strength of this Imperial Sword is so terrifying. I really underestimated her before."

Huang Jian Jue Shi is ruthless in his attacks and has a unique way of speaking and acting.

She brandished her longsword, her tongue sharp and venomous.

"Hmph, these demonic dragons dare to be arrogant in front of me."

"They're just a bunch of useless trash with no ability, yet they dare to act tough. It's utterly laughable!" Her voice was sharp and disdainful.

Zhang Wei stood aside, witnessing Huang Jian Jue Shi's actions, his heart filled with shock.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "The words and actions of this peerless imperial swordsman are truly astonishing."

Xie Xuanze looked embarrassed. The Imperial Sword Peerless represented the image of the Sword Emperor of the Nine Provinces, and this appearance was truly disgraceful to his sect. He sighed inwardly.

Jiang Chuan's reaction was different. Upon hearing Huang Jian Jue Shi's insults, he not only wasn't disgusted, but clapped and cheered.

"Haha, that was a satisfying and gratifying scolding!" Jiang Chuan laughed, nodding repeatedly.

The peerless imperial swordsman's gaze fell upon the bladeless sword at Jiang Chuan's waist.

She teased flippantly, "Oh, your sword looks rather special. But in your hands, it's a real waste of its spirit. With your skill, how much of its power can you actually unleash?" Her tone was mocking, as if she were deliberately provoking him.

These words instantly enraged the sword spirit, Mountain Ghost. Originally hidden in the shadows, the Mountain Ghost sensed the Imperial Sword's disrespect towards the Edgeless Sword and immediately materialized.

He exuded a sinister aura, his killing intent palpable, and he stared intently at the peerless imperial sword, as if he were about to pounce on it and tear it to shreds at any moment.

Seeing this, Xie Xuan knew in his heart that something was wrong. He hurriedly stepped forward and advised Huang Jian Jue Shi, "Huang Jian Jue Shi, restrain yourself and don't start any more fights."

Huang Jian Jue Shi verbally replied, "I know, I know," but he was still unwilling to give up.

As she spoke, she muttered towards the direction of the mountain spirit, "Hmph, with his temper, what can he do to me? Look at his stingy appearance, he's like a narrow-minded person, so spineless." Her words were still full of provocation.

Li Tianxing was so enraged by Huang Jian Jue Shi's vicious words that he was practically fuming. His face turned red, his fists clenched tightly, and he could no longer suppress his anger.

"You bastard, Imperial Sword Peerless, how dare you humiliate me like this! Today, I will show you my power!" He roared, and then unleashed an even more powerful ultimate move, "Demon Might Under Heaven, Blood Thorns".

At Li Tianxing's command, black smoke surged from the demonic array, revealing a dense array of blood-red thorns.

These blood thorns were entirely crimson, emitting a nauseating odor. Each one was covered in sharp thorns and carried deadly poison, rushing straight towards Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuan's expression turned solemn. He gripped his sword tightly and stepped into the demonic formation. As he entered, his aura suddenly changed, transforming from peaceful to sharp, emanating a powerful sword intent.

He uttered a low shout: "Boundless Dao, Supreme Divine Sword!" and then charged into the blood thorns. Within the thicket of blood thorns, Xie Xuan displayed his exquisite swordsmanship.

His sword danced up and down, its blade flashing with power. With each swing, countless thorns were severed. The severed, bloody thorns fell to the ground, turning into a pool of blood.

Xie Xuan, with his Nascent Soul cultivation, was not afraid of the Blood Thorn's poison.

His swordplay subtly conveyed the essence of the Tai Chi Xuanqing Diagram, with each move and stance containing immense power.

Li Tianxing watched in shock as Xie Xuan moved through the blood thorns as if they were nothing.

He had initially thought that the Bloodthorns would cause Xie Xuan a great deal of trouble, but he hadn't expected Xie Xuan to resolve the predicament so easily. He thought to himself, "This Xie Xuan is indeed capable; it seems I can no longer afford to be careless." While Xie Xuan and Li Tianxing were locked in fierce combat, Zhang Wei, the King of Dushan, also joined the battle.

The magic array was incredibly powerful; if it wasn't destroyed, their side had no chance of winning. Therefore, he focused his attention on the 108 large flags within the magic array.

Zhang Wei charged towards the large flag within the demonic array. Each swing of his weapon carried immense power.

As he approached the banner, he discovered the strangeness of the demonic array. He felt the flow of demonic energy within his body become obstructed, and his previously smooth power became sluggish.

"This demonic array is indeed wicked; it can actually affect the circulation of demonic energy within my body." Zhang Wei said as he tried to adjust his internal energy, attempting to break free from the array's constraints. However, the array's power was too great, and his efforts yielded little result.

Just as Zhang Wei was locked in a fierce battle, Xian Zhen, the top general in the national war, appeared.

Xian Zhen was already quite powerful, and now, under the influence of the magic array, his strength broke through to the Supreme Realm and reached the Sage Realm.

As soon as he appeared, he rushed straight towards Zhang Wei.

Both were at the Lesser Sage level, and their strength was comparable.

Zhang Wei summoned the Heavenly Origin Bell. Although this Earth-rank demon weapon had no weapon spirit, it exuded powerful energy.

The Heavenly Bell floats in the air, constantly rotating and releasing powerful spiritual pressure.

Zhang Wei attempted to suppress Xian Zhen by using the spiritual pressure of the Tianyuan Bell.

He shouted, "Xian Zhen, today I will show you the power of the King of Dushan!" With the shout, the spiritual pressure of the Heavenly Origin Bell became even stronger, pressing down on Xian Zhen.

Xian Zhen revealed a profound and unfathomable smile. Unperturbed, he swiftly formed hand seals. The air around him instantly distorted, and a powerful force surged from his body. He charged forward, meeting the spiritual pressure of the Heavenly Origin Bell head-on.

The pungent smell of blood mingled with the intense demonic energy, filling the air and causing one to feel nauseous.

Xian Zhen stood in the center of the eerie demonic array, his body surging with demonic energy, like a raging black flame.

He quickly formed hand seals, and in an instant, the demonic array shone brightly, with countless streams of black energy surging out from within the array and swirling around his body.

These currents of energy coalesced into clones that looked exactly like Xian Zhen, some wielding swords, others holding knives, each with a different posture and exuding a chilling demonic aura.

"Zhang Wei, today is your death day!" Xian Zhen laughed wildly, and many clones rushed towards Zhang Wei together, with swords flashing and demonic energy overflowing.

Zhang Wei's expression was solemn, knowing the power of Xian Zhen's demonic formation.

But as a powerful figure of the righteous path, how could he easily back down?
He fully activated his cultivation at the seventh level of the Cave Profound Realm, and a faint golden light emanated from his body, protecting him closely.

The magical weapon in his hand suddenly shone brightly. It was a long sword with a deep blue body, runes moving across its blade, and radiating powerful spiritual energy.

"Hmph, Demon General, don't be so arrogant!" Zhang Wei shouted, taking the initiative to meet Xian Zhen and his clone.

He brandished his longsword, unleashing a series of sharp sword energies that crisscrossed and enveloped Xian Zhen and the others.

In the fierce battle, Zhang Wei gained the upper hand for a time thanks to his profound cultivation and powerful spiritual weapon.

Each of his attacks was incredibly swift; wherever his sword energy reached, Xian Zhen's clones vanished, turning into wisps of demonic energy.

Although Xianzhen was shocked, he remained arrogant on the surface.

"Zhang Wei, you're nothing special!" Xian Zhen said as he manipulated the magic array, continuously creating new clones to continue attacking Zhang Wei.

The terrifying power of the magic array gradually became apparent.

Nourished by the dense demonic energy, new limbs began to slowly grow from the spot where Xian Zhen had lost his arm. His combat power, which had been slightly weakened by the loss of his arm, was restored to its original state, and even stronger than before.

On the other hand, Zhang Wei, despite his fierce fighting during the long battle, found that the demonic energy emanating from the demonic array was pervasive and gradually seeped into his body.

He felt his blood surging within him, and his wounds were throbbing with excruciating pain, making his injuries increasingly severe and difficult to heal. With each swing of his longsword, it was as if an invisible force was pulling him, causing his movements to gradually slow down.

"This damned magic array!" Zhang Wei cursed inwardly, but his face remained calm. He couldn't afford to panic now, or defeat would be certain. So, he endured the pain and continued to maneuver against Xian Zhen, searching for an opportunity to break through the enemy's defenses.

The battle situation at Hulao Pass deteriorated rapidly. The outer city, having lost the support of the two powerful generals Zhang Wei and Xie Xuan, was instantly plunged into a desperate situation.

The demon soldiers charged forward, their figures grotesque, their faces twisted, and their expressions bloodthirsty.

Those giant demon generals, with heavy steps, approached the city walls step by step. Their bodies were as tall as mountains, and with each step they took, the earth trembled.

One of the demon generals arrived at the foot of the city wall, stretched out his thick arm, and grabbed the crenellation. With a forceful pull, the city wall shook violently, and cracks appeared.

The demon general roared and slammed his body against the city wall. With a deafening crash, a huge breach appeared in the wall, and the demon general's body disintegrated upon impact, transforming into countless demon soldiers that surged into the city.

Despite their fear, the defenders fought bravely. Armed with their weapons, they engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the demon soldiers. Shouts of battle and the clash of weapons mingled together, echoing through the sky.

Faced with the ferocious demon soldiers, the defenders gradually became overwhelmed and suffered heavy casualties.

Wang Lang, the general of Hulao Pass, was currently fighting fiercely on the battlefield. He wielded his long sword, each strike slaying several demon soldiers. But the demon soldiers were simply too numerous, seemingly endless. His arms ached from the fighting, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Kill! Kill!" Wang Lang roared as he continued to fight fiercely.

Just then, a giant demon general appeared in front of him. This demon general was huge, five or six times the height of an ordinary person, and held a huge spiked club in his hand, the club covered with blood.

"Well done!" Wang Lang shouted, disregarding his own safety, and charged towards the demon general.

He moved nimbly, weaving through the gaps in the demon general's attacks, his long sword constantly slashing at the demon general's legs.

The demon general, wincing in pain, roared and swung his spiked club at Wang Lang. Wang Lang dodged to the side, and the club slammed heavily into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Lang leaped up, raised his long sword high, and slashed at the demon general's neck.

With a "thud," the demon general's head was severed, and his massive body crashed to the ground.

Wang Lang had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly remembered the potential threat posed by the two powerful demon generals, Xian Zhen and Meng Tian. A chill ran down his spine; in his current state, facing such formidable opponents again would surely mean certain death.

"This can't go on any longer, we have to retreat!" Wang Lang gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart.

While organizing the remaining defenders, he retreated towards the inner city. Soldiers fell continuously along the way, but they continued to fight tenaciously, buying time for their comrades behind them to retreat. After suffering heavy losses, the Hulao Army was forced to retreat into the inner city.

The outer city had completely fallen into the hands of the demon army. Black demonic banners fluttered on the city walls, and the air within was thick with the acrid stench of blood; all was deathly silent. (End of Chapter)