Junior sister took first place again

“Good boy . . . . . .”

The inner demon's cold yet strangely tender thoughts, like icy venom, penetrated directly into the minds of Ning Jiasheng and all the coalition soldiers.

"As a father... I've waited so long for this moment. Are you satisfied with the ending I've prepared for you?"

His vortex-like "gaze" ignored the mighty coalition forces below, and was fixed only on Ning Jiasheng, with pure pleasure, as if appreciating a nearly completed work of art.

"Watching you struggle, sharpen your skills, gather your strength... is like watching a piece of stubborn iron being forged into a peerless blade on an anvil. It's truly—a wonderful experience."

The golden light in Ning Jiasheng's eyes suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and all the strength in his body exploded instantly.

Facing this ultimate, unlookable, unkillable existence, fear was instantly burned to ashes by overwhelming hatred and determination to fight to the death.

"Cut the nonsense!!"

She let out a long and sharp roar, and the red flame in her hand burst out with a blazing golden light that pierced through the darkness. The Nine Lights True Fire wrapped around the sword, burning fiercely.

"Heh..." The inner demon chuckled with a hint of mockery.

He flicked his wrist casually, and the ancient Guixu tilted upwards, waving it lightly.

"Om-!"

A half-black and half-white sword light suddenly appeared three inches in front of Ning Jiasheng's eyebrows without any warning, as if ignoring the distance in space.

Wherever the sword light passed, the space silently cracked and then strangely healed, leaving behind a distorted afterimage.

Ning Jiasheng's hair stood on end!

Chi Yan almost instinctively lifted up from the bottom, and the golden flame on the sword rolled wildly, gathering the tremendous power of her full-strength attack, turning into a huge golden moon wheel that burned everything, and slammed into it fiercely.

Clang——!!!

It was not a deafening explosion, but a dull thud so heavy that it made one's teeth ache, as if two pieces of divine iron collided.

Where the golden moon and the black and white sword light collided, the space cracked into spider-web-like cracks like a broken mirror.

When the Nine Lights True Fire touched the pure white sword light, it was like a tamed wild horse, instantly becoming docile and sluggish; while the pure black sword light was like a hungry beast, madly devouring the power of the golden sword energy.

Ning Jiasheng only felt an indescribable huge force and a strange power of ice and fire colliding with him fiercely. His arm felt severe pain and numbness, and the tiger's mouth instantly cracked and bled.

Then, the whole person seemed to be hit by a flying mountain, flying backwards uncontrollably, and slamming hard into the solidified demonic energy barrier behind him, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"The power... is quite strong. Unfortunately..."

The inner demon's figure disappeared like a ghost, and the next moment he appeared silently above Ning Jiasheng's flying path, with a hint of criticism in his voice.

"... Your heart isn't calm enough, your sword isn't pure enough. Let me—help you sharpen it a little more!"

Before he finished speaking, Guixu had already transformed into a gray line that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. There was no earth-shattering momentum, only the most direct killing intent, slashing diagonally towards Ning Jiasheng's waist and ribs!

Under the influence of the sword, the surrounding space seemed to solidify into a wall.

The golden flames in Ning Jiasheng's eyes were almost bursting out, she knew she couldn't escape.

Chi Yan drew a complex trajectory in front of her like lightning, and the tip of the sword pointed quickly. The tremendous demonic power instantly condensed into nine huge lotus flowers in front of her, layered and burning with blazing golden flames, which quickly spun towards the gray line.

Each lotus contains her ultimate control over swordsmanship and the power of fire.

Guixu Sword falls!

Chi chi chi——

The gray line cut through the outermost golden lotus easily like a hot knife through butter.

The pure white sword light passed by, and the violent Nine Lights True Fire instantly became docile and sluggish, as if it was soothed.

The pure black sword light swept past, and the enormous demonic power contained in the golden lotus was sucked away by a black hole and quickly dissipated.

Nine giant golden flame lotuses that were powerful enough to burn down a mountain were silently cut open and disintegrated in the blink of an eye.

"Puff!" Ning Jiasheng was hit hard again and spat out another mouthful of blood.

The icy cold yet strangely vibrant force suddenly rushed into her body, madly attacking her meridians and consciousness.

She was in so much pain that her vision went black, her teeth were almost broken, and she forced herself to take a breath. Chi Yan suddenly turned and slashed upwards at a tricky angle, narrowly deflecting the tip of the Guixu sword that was about to stab her heart!

Clang——! ! !

The deafening sound of metal clashing tore through the silence as the two swords collided with each other.

Ning Jiasheng only felt an unimaginable force mixed with the strange laws of ice and fire, rushing madly into her arm along the sword body.

The muscles in her entire arm were trembling, and her bones were groaning. Chi Yan screamed violently and almost flew out of her hand.

What's even more terrifying is that this invading force is violently colliding and tearing against the Nine Lights Origin surging in her body, and is even... trying to merge!

Every collision of forces was like pouring a bucket of boiling oil on the dormant demon seed deep in her soul.

"Well--!"

The severe pain that penetrated deep into his bones and soul made Ning Jiasheng let out a suppressed groan.

The golden light in her eyes flickered violently, and the deep dark red color spread rapidly like ink dripping into clear water, almost covering the entire pupil.

Cold black air, carrying the aura of inner demons, emerged from her body uncontrollably.

Every time the two swords collided, every time she was invaded by the strange black and white power, the seed in her body became more restless, and the violent aura between her brows became heavier and heavier, so thick that it could not be dissolved.

"Struggle! Resist! Burn out all your hatred!"

There was a twisted excitement in the inner demon's voice, and the attacks of his hands suddenly became faster and more frequent.

Guixu sometimes stabs as fast as a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, sometimes chops as hard as a mountain-splitting axe, and sometimes cuts horizontally like autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

Each sword strike is simple and direct, without any frills, but points directly to the most core power rule - the boundary between life and death!

Ning Jiasheng unleashed all his hidden powers, his Scarlet Flame Sword dancing into a golden curtain of light—slash! Chop! Stab! Block! Dodge!

The sword flashed everywhere, and the human figure was so fast that it left an afterimage in the narrow space.

Sometimes she used exquisite force-dissipating skills to deflect heavy blows, sometimes relied on extreme body movements to narrowly avoid a piercing sword, and sometimes launched a fierce counterattack. Chi Yan, with a rage that could burn everything, pierced the core of the inner demon's light and shadow body.

The center of the battlefield completely turned into the eye of the destructive storm, and space fragments flew everywhere like broken glass shards and annihilated.

The allied soldiers were held back by the increasingly frantic demonic tide, their eyes bloodshot as they watched their emperor fight for his life with the demon god in desperation.

Every thrilling block made her arms tremble, every time the sword wind swept across her, blood beads appeared, and every time the golden light in her eyes was suppressed by the dark red, it was like a sharp knife stabbing their hearts.

at last!

At the moment when Ning Jiasheng used all his strength to slash horizontally in an attempt to force back the inner demon, the inner demon twisted his wrist in an extremely strange way, and Guixu's pure black sword blade slid down silently along the sword spine of Chiyan like a leech attached to the bone.

The cold sword edge, carrying an aura of annihilation, brushed past Ning Jiasheng's right shoulder where he was holding the sword.

Tsk-!

A wound so deep that the bone could be seen suddenly opened up, and the sticky black gas, like a living thing, drilled madly into her flesh and bones.

What was even more terrifying was that the pure black power of annihilation flowed along the wound, like countless cold steel needles, piercing into her purple palace.

At the same time, the pure white power of creation twisted and squirmed at the edge of the wound, preventing it from healing and bringing an intense itch and temptation that tore at the soul.

The pain that had accumulated to the limit, the rage of being toyed with, the despair of having one's protection shattered, and... that demon seed that had been repeatedly watered and catalyzed to its peak by the power of the inner demon—

boom! ! !

A terrifying throbbing that came from the deepest part of her being and had been forcibly suppressed suddenly erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for billions of years!

"Uhhhhhh-!!!"

Ning Jiasheng let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The red flame flew out of his hand and fell to the dark earth like a dim meteor.

She held her head tightly with both hands, her body curled up and twitching in pain in the air.

The brilliant and dazzling golden aura of the Demon King surrounding his body was like being poured into the foulest ink, instantly becoming sticky, turbid, and as dark as night.

Countless twisted and wriggling dark magic patterns emitting an evil aura crawled out frantically from her brows, heart, limbs and bones.

In the blink of an eye, it covered her blood-stained face and wrapped around her trembling body.

Her golden eyes flickered and struggled madly. The will of "Ning Jiasheng" was like a small boat in a storm, being torn, covered, and swallowed by the cold, chaotic will of the inner demon with absolute control and desire for destruction.

The violent power was still surging in her body, but it was completely out of control. The space around her body was violently twisted and collapsed due to this fierce struggle of will.

“Be good . . . . . my child . . . . .”

The Inner Demon stopped attacking and hovered in mid-air. Its "face" made of chaotic light and shadow seemed to be filled with a hint of satisfaction as it quietly "watched" this masterpiece that it had personally guided to its final form.

"This utter agony...this desperate resistance, this brilliant brilliance burning to the end...what a perfect ending. Your soul and body resonate with this final transformation..."

"Now . . . . it's time for silence."

"Let go of that pointless resistance..."

"Give everything you have . . . . to your father . . . . "

"Let your father... place on your head... this crown... a symbol of eternal belonging—the Crown of Strings."

The inner demon's thoughts carried an absolute will that would not tolerate resistance and would crush everything. It was like the final shackles that tightly locked up Ning Jiasheng's last remaining consciousness.

The last bit of golden light in her eyes, which belonged to "Ning Jiasheng" and was filled with pain and unwillingness, was suddenly extinguished like a candle flame being blown out.

"Ning Jiasheng" stopped twitching, and she slowly stretched her body with an inhuman stiffness.

The movement was no longer painful, but it felt like a puppet hung by invisible strings, with the joints turning with sluggishness.

The pair of golden eyes that once illuminated the mountains and rivers with dazzling brilliance were now nothing but an empty and dead darkness, like two bottomless magic wells. No trace of the Demon King could be found anymore, only cold indifference and the projection of the inner demon's will remained.

The inner demon looked at the finally completed "weapon" with satisfaction.

He raised his hand and made a move towards the red flame void that was slanting across the charred earth in the distance.

"Zheng——!"

Chi Yan let out a shrill humming sound, and the original golden light of the sword was completely covered and soaked by the thick and inky demonic energy, turning into a demonic weapon wrapped in black demonic flames and emitting terrifying demonic power, flying back into "her" hand.

"She" slowly turned around, her hollow, dark demonic eyes coldly "sweeping" the battlefield behind her, which had fallen into deathly silence and was overwhelmed by boundless fear and despair due to her sudden change.

Those once familiar faces now looked like stones on the roadside in her eyes.

"The ritual . . . . is complete."

"Ning Jiasheng" spoke, his voice flat and without any ripples.

"Now. . . . . ."

She slowly raised the red flame of the rising devilish flame, and pointed the tip of the sword emotionlessly and steadily at Nan Xu, who was closest to her and was trembling all over with extreme grief and anger, wanting to rush forward regardless of everything.

“. . . Clear . . . the obstacles.”

The cold declaration was like a death knell, and the figure of "Ning Jiasheng" turned into a black lightning that tore through space, so fast that only an afterimage was left.

The red flame drew a destructive trajectory that devoured the light, and with suffocating murderous intent, it slashed straight towards Nan Xu's neck.

The speed and strength are actually three points faster than before!

The inner demon, like a father watching his child pick up a weapon for the first time, quietly hovers in the air.

The Guixu Sword, which was flowing in black and white and symbolized the final boundary, pointed its tip casually at the coalition forces below that were in complete despair.

"The feast . . . . begins."

Silent thoughts announced the end, and the roar of the demonic tide below turned into crazy cheers for the overwhelming killing.