Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1456: Each Believes They Hold the Advantage

Translator: CinderTL

The thousand-zhang stone statue plummeted like a falling star, its earth-shattering momentum crashing into the Sword Qi barrier.

Boom!

A blinding flash erupted at the point of impact. Heaven and earth instantly lost their color, and the blazing sun itself paled in comparison.

The Sword Qi barrier trembled violently as the nine flying swords spun wildly, their blades radiating a chilling, icy light that stubbornly held back the statue’s onslaught.

Yuanrong remained completely unharmed. Instead, he used the statue’s momentum to surge forward, rapidly closing the distance to Song Wen.

King Lu Yao’s face turned as cold as frost, her gaze towards Yuanrong venomous, like a viper lurking in the darkness.

Yet Yuanrong didn’t even glance back, his eyes fixed solely on Ji Yin.

The feeling of being utterly ignored only intensified her fury.

In her rage, the killing intent in King Lu Yao’s eyes sharpened like a blade.

In an instant, the stone statue seemed to come alive. The two intertwined Willow Serpents coiled around its body suddenly separated, each clenching a massive fist and bringing it down with devastating force.

Before the colossal fists could strike, the air itself seemed to collapse under the weight of their impact.

Yet Yuanrong remained composed, his gaze unwavering on Ji Yin ahead. He seemed utterly oblivious to the world-ending attack looming behind him.

His spiritual power surged like a raging river, its flow swift as a meteor and swift as a startled swan, closing the distance to Song Wen to within a few hundred li.

With a flick of his sword-finger, three of the nine black flying swords forming the sword formation behind him split off, circling around his body to strike directly at Song Wen ahead.

As the three flying swords departed, the Sword Qi barrier naturally collapsed. But the remaining six flying swords rotated like a blooming lotus, instantly reforming the sword formation and conjuring a new Sword Qi barrier.

However, this new barrier was noticeably dimmer than the previous one, its Sword Qi thinner and its power greatly diminished.

"Yuanrong, you’re courting death!"

Seeing his opponent’s reckless confidence, King Lu Yao’s willow-leaf eyebrows shot up in fury.

Before her words had even fallen, the giant fists of the two Willow Serpents on the stone statue had already crashed down.

Boom—!

The thunderous roar shook heaven and earth!

The Sword Qi barrier trembled violently like a candle in the wind.

Cracks spread rapidly across its surface, crisscrossing like a spiderweb and emitting a grating, crunching sound.

Yuanrong gritted his teeth, his spiritual power surging like a tide as he madly poured it into the Sword Qi barrier behind him.

Even so, his eyes remained fixed solely on Song Wen ahead.

Moreover, he was still diverting some of his attention to control the three black flying swords he had split from the main formation.

Boom!

The Sword Qi barrier finally shattered under the strain.

Fortunately, the four punches thrown by the Willow Serpents on the stone statue had also exhausted their force.

However, the instant the sword formation shattered, Yuanrong stumbled violently, nearly falling from mid-air.

Pfft—

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips, his already pale face turning deathly white.

Witnessing this, King Lu Yao finally realized that Yuanrong wasn’t overconfident but had accurately assessed her strength through their previous exchanges. He was certain that six flying swords would be enough to block her strongest attack.

Such composure and calculation were truly terrifying.

As for Song Wen, he was immediately startled.

Yuanrong was willing to injure himself to deploy three flying swords to trap and kill him.

This desperate, self-sacrificing resolve made Song Wen suddenly understand.

His long-held views on the relationship between Yuanrong and Jian Xiao had been entirely wrong.

He had always believed that Yuanrong’s insistence on avenging Jian Xiao was simply because Jian Xiao was his plaything. When a plaything is killed, it naturally brings shame to Yuanrong’s face, and he must seek satisfaction to maintain his dignity.

But now, Yuanrong was willing to risk severe injury to avenge Jian Xiao.

How could this be mere play?

This was clearly a deep, unyielding love!

In that instant, Song Wen felt a surge of regret. Had he known this would happen, he wouldn’t have tried to use Yuanrong to "drive the wolf with the tiger."

After all, this "wolf"—Yuanrong—was far more powerful than the "tiger"—King Lu Yao—and understood all his trump cards.

A single misstep could turn "driving the wolf with the tiger" into "weaving a cocoon around oneself."

Though his mind raced with thoughts, Song Wen’s hands moved with practiced speed.

Yuanrong’s three black flying swords didn’t strike directly at him. Instead, they swept toward three different directions, gradually forming a perimeter that seemed to seal off the space within a six-thousand-li radius around him.

Clearly, Yuanrong was setting up a sword formation to trap him, preventing him from using the life-substitution art or escaping with a Minor Teleportation Talisman.

The reason the sealing was set to a six-thousand-li radius around Song Wen was because the life-substitution art he used could only transport him a maximum of five thousand li. Even if he actively used it again, he wouldn’t escape the encirclement of the three flying swords.

Having seen through Yuanrong’s intentions, Song Wen instead stopped and declared loudly:

"King Lu Yao, why don’t we join forces to kill Yuanrong first, and then settle our own grievances? What do you say?"

Song Wen turned to face Yuanrong, who was steadily closing in. His gaze was icy and fearless.

Yet in truth, his right hand was secretly clutching a silver talisman:

A teleportation talisman!

This could instantly transport him ten thousand li, allowing him to escape the encirclement of the three black flying swords.

King Lu Yao was slightly taken aback. She hadn’t expected ’Ji Yin’ to make such a proposal.

Still, the suggestion seemed reasonable.

Eliminating Yuanrong first, and then capturing ’Ji Yin’ alive—it would be killing two birds with one stone.

Given how cooperative Ji Yin was, perhaps she could let him live a few more days.

This would also give her more time to toy with...

"Just as you say!"

As King Lu Yao responded, three streams of blood erupted from the thousand-zhang stone statue, each streaking toward the three black flying swords that were about to set up the formation.

The three flying swords aimed to seal off an area of six thousand li, trapping King Lu Yao within the formation’s range.

Whether she agreed to Ji Yin’s cooperation or not, she had to repel the flying swords first. Otherwise, if Yuanrong succeeded in setting up the formation, she would be doomed.

"Gou Jun, pay with your life! Jian Xiao was the love of my life! You killed him, so you will pay for it with your own! I will utterly destroy your divine soul, ensuring you never find peace even in the afterlife!" Yuanrong roared in fury.

Gou Jun had actually stopped fleeing. Instead, he foolishly fantasized about joining forces with King Lu Yao to deal with Yuanrong. This was exactly what Yuanrong wanted.

At that moment, all three present believed the current situation was entirely in their favor.

(End of the Chapter)

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