Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

As soon as Modao Gu entered the city, he keenly discovered that many people were gathering rapidly in one direction like a tide.

Someone beside him shouted at the top of his lungs, "A powerful Demon Saint is dueling."

"Hurry up and go see the show!"

Mo Dao Gu's heart stirred, and he immediately followed the surging crowd, hurriedly rushing to the arena. There, two powerful Demon Saints stood facing each other like two towering, immovable mountains. The air around them seemed frozen by their suffocating aura, and a suffocating atmosphere of extreme tension permeated the silence.

One of the Demon Saints clad in a black robe that seemed to devour all light, blending seamlessly with the boundless darkness. Mysterious and eerie magic patterns flowed faintly across it, appearing and disappearing, emanating a chilling aura. He stood tall and imposing, like an unshakable tower. Thick, tangible black smoke billowed from his body. This smoke sometimes coalesced into hideous, ferocious, clawing demonic figures, then mysteriously dissipated, leaving the unpredictable. His gaze was like the cold gleam of the abyss, icy and merciless, as if it could instantly freeze the soul into ice, sending shivers down his spine. He clutched a massive black sword in his hands. The blade was thick and heavy, as if imbued with boundless weight. The hilt was inlaid with a cold, shimmering magic crystal. The magic patterns on the blade shimmered like flowing blood, gleaming with a chilling, eerie light, as if silently telling of a past of endless slaughter and bloodshed.

The other Demon Saint wore a blood-red armor, its spikes like blazing flames, emitting a searing heat that seemed to ignite the very air around him. His red hair danced wildly like a blazing fire, each strand imbued with boundless, violent power, ready to burst forth at any moment. A wild, unbridled smile graced his face, revealing sharp fangs. His eyes burned with a blazing fire of battle, a passion for battle and an unwavering desire for victory, as if nothing in the world could stop him. He wielded a slender blood-red sword, its blade snaking and twisting like a nimble, cunning snake. Its blade, thin as a cicada's wing, shone with a strange, blinding red light, as if it could instantly cleave the void and rend all obstacles.

The black-robed Demon Saint stared at his opponent and said with gritted teeth, "Yingsha, you thought you could rest easy and be at ease by hiding in Sword Demon City? You didn't expect that, did you? This Sword Demon City is not as safe and reliable as you thought. Hand over the Blood Ghost Sword, and perhaps I can spare your life."

The red-haired Demon Saint named Yingsha sneered, his voice filled with disdain and ridicule. "How can you say that? We demons have always relied on our own strength to speak for ourselves. Do you think I have to give it to you just because you, Anyan, say so? That's simply wishful thinking."

An Yan was furious and roared, "That's mine, and you stole it with such despicable means. Don't you think I can get what belongs to me back?"

Yingsha disagreed, with a nonchalant expression: "To the capable, there is victory. Now that we are already standing on this stage, it depends on our ability. If you have the ability, kill me, and then you will naturally get what you want."

"Okay... okay... okay... I'll see how long you can keep being stubborn. Then let's get started. Let's fight and see who is stronger."

The moment the duel began, An Yan took the lead in launching a violent attack. He swung the black giant sword in his hand, which was as heavy as a mountain, and a powerful and surging black sword energy roared out like a violent and raging dragon. Wherever it passed, the space was ruthlessly torn into deep, dark and terrifying cracks. From the cracks, a shrill and piercing whistling sound could be heard faintly, as if a long-imprisoned evil spirit was wailing in pain and struggling desperately.

Yingsha's eyes focused, instantly becoming as sharp as a sword, his steps erratic and unpredictable like a ghost. He vanished instantly, dodging the incredibly sharp and unstoppable sword energy with incredible speed. At the same time, the blood-red sword in his hand, like a deadly venomous snake emerging from its hole, shot a blood-red light like lightning straight at Anyan's throat, so fast that it left only a blurry afterimage in the air.

An Yan snorted coldly, and the black smoke around him instantly surged like a raging tide, quickly condensing into a thick, solid, and indestructible black shield. With a deafening clang, the blood sword's radiance struck the shield, sending forth countless dazzling sparks. The immense impact caused the surrounding ground to instantly crack, sending rubble flying like a barrage of bullets.

Then, An Yan swung his sword with a backhand sweep. The black giant sword, carrying immense force, sliced ​​through the air with a sharp, piercing, and terrifying whistling sound. Seeing this, Ying Sha pushed off the ground with both feet and leaped back high. With the agility of a monkey, he narrowly avoided the astonishing blow. However, the strong wind brought by the giant sword still scratched his cheek like a sharp blade, as if it were being sliced ​​by countless tiny blades.

The two powerful Demon Saints engaged in an intense and thrilling clash, their sword moves as dense and compact as a torrential rain, dazzling the eyes. Each of their attacks contained a terrifying force capable of destroying heaven and earth, shattering the void, and each of their defenses displayed a rock-solid, unshakable will.

An Yan's swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, with unstoppable momentum. Each strike carried a weight as heavy as a mountain, attempting to crush his opponent with overwhelming force, forcing them to succumb to his sword. His sword strokes were wide and bold, each swing causing the air to violently vibrate. Black sword energy crisscrossed and covered the earth, slicing the surrounding land into pieces and shattering it beyond recognition.

Yingsha's swordsmanship was flexible and elusive, seeking out his opponent's weaknesses with strange, tricky angles and lightning-fast speeds. His figure was as elusive and elusive as an illusory phantom, and the blood sword in his hand was like a nimble, cunning, and extremely deadly venomous snake, sometimes stabbing from unexpected directions, sometimes passing in unpredictable arcs, leaving Anyan unable to defend himself and overwhelmed.

As the battle dragged on, both men bore horrific, gruesome wounds. An Yan's black robes were stained a dazzling crimson, blood-soaked. Numerous wounds pierced his body, the white bones barely visible. Yet, his gaze grew increasingly cold and ruthless, filled with murderous intent, his attacks becoming more ferocious and reckless, like a wounded beast, ever more frantic and desperate.

Yingsha's armor was shattered and riddled with holes, blood gushing from his wounds like a flowing river, but his fighting spirit grew even more intense and burning, his smile wilder and more fearless. He muttered something in a low, mysterious voice, and the red light on his blood sword grew increasingly intense, dazzling, and blazing, as if it were about to burst into flames and engulf the entire world in its blazing flames.

An Yan suddenly raised his head and roared, a sound like thunder, deafening. His magic power surged out like a volcanic eruption, raging and unstoppable. The black giant sword in his hand instantly grew several times larger, encircled by blazing black flames. With endless dark power, he smashed down at Ying Sha. This blow seemed to carry the boundless weight of the entire dark world. Space itself wailed in agony, straining under the terrifying pressure, as if it were on the verge of shattering.

A gleam of resolute determination, a fearless fear of death, flashed in Yingsha's eyes. He poured all his magical power into the blood sword without reservation. The blood sword instantly shone with a dazzling, blinding light. Within the light, countless shadowy figures of demons struggled and roared, as if trying to break free from some kind of restraint. He gripped the blood sword tightly with both hands and used all his strength to meet the massive black sword.

In this crucial moment, a matter of life and death, the entire world seemed to be plunged into absolute silence. Time seemed to stop flowing, everything seemed frozen in this moment. Only the dazzling light from the collision of their swords illuminated this dark place, as if it was the world's sole source of light.

The energy storm generated by the collision swept wildly around the two people. Wherever it went, the huge arena collapsed and disintegrated instantly, turning into ruins. The ground sank and a huge deep pit appeared. Everything was razed to the ground and turned into a wasteland.

As the light faded and the dust slowly settled, a powerful Demon Saint knelt on one knee, his sword supporting his shaky body. Blood gushed from his mouth like a bursting river. Another Demon Saint stood firm. Though wounded and exhausted, his eyes were filled with the pride and glory of victory...