School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master Chapter 1813 - 1899: Death Throes

In the very next instant, the Demon Lord Avatar, now free from the constraint of the purple divine fire, surged skyward with astonishing speed. A formidable aura radiated from its being, and with a guttural roar, demonic qi enveloped its claws as it lunged towards Jian Er Shisan, who was within striking distance.

Alas, the Supreme Elder of the Golden Sword Sect, moments before basking in overwhelming triumph, found himself utterly bewildered.

He was paralyzed by shock!

How could this have occurred?

A torrent of thoughts raced through his mind, yet he could not fathom the cause of this abrupt turn of events.

Just moments ago, the Divine Fire Avatar appeared to have been shattered by his own hand. Yet, as the divine fire vanished, it revealed the true form of a demon cultivator, astonishingly unharmed. Jian Er Shisan had never in his existence witnessed such a bizarre phenomenon.

With a mere flicker of divine thought, Chen Nan directed the Demon Lord Avatar to swiftly seize the resurgent and fleeing Jian Er Shisan.

The Demon Lord Avatar unleashed a potent demonic technique, its waves of terrifying demonic qi beginning to afflict Jian Er Shisan.

Upon sensing the pervasive demonic qi, Jian Er Shisan's countenance shifted dramatically. He hastily channeled his divine power in resistance, his voice laced with sheer disbelief—

"This... How is this conceivable? It's impossible, Chen Nan! Why does your avatar possess the aura of a supreme expert? You are merely in the early stages of the Heavenly Monarch realm. I... I am most certainly not mistaken."

The Demon Lord Avatar exhibited immense power. Despite Chen Nan being unable to wield even a tenth of its full might, it was sufficient to overwhelm the Supreme Elder of the Golden Sword Sect from antiquity.

Jian Er Shisan was simultaneously aghast and incensed. At this juncture, the Demon Lord Avatar confronted him with a pressure akin to Mount Tai, engaging in a direct contest of force. He was unable to break free, compelled only to resist with an unending stream of divine power, striving to prevent his physical form from succumbing to the corrosive demonic qi.

He could discern the malevolent nature of the demonic qi, imbued with the essence of a supreme expert. Should he be tainted by it, his cultivation realm was in peril of regression.

Jian Er Shisan had, in ancient times, nearly attained the half-step supreme realm. After millennia, he had finally ascended to the apex of the half-step supreme state through his peerless sword Dao. With the opportune moment, he could have ascended to the coveted realm that all cultivators yearned for—the domain of supreme experts.

That is the true pinnacle of power, a state universally sought after.

However, across these countless years, his understanding of the arduous path of cultivation deepened. Numerous ancient supremes had met their end, their power diminishing. Below the supreme tier, countless others had undoubtedly perished.

In comparative terms, merely maintaining one's current realm throughout the arduous journey was already a significant feat. To progress further and break through to a higher realm while preserving one's existing attainment, even after millennia, would still signify advancement.

Jian Er Shisan took considerable satisfaction in his cultivation achievements over the past thousands of years.

"Heh heh, you old scoundrel, it seems you find yourself unable to move. Indeed, when it comes to a clash of divine power, do not be rash in attacking me. Your current strength may still suffice, but once you engage me, hehe, the demonic qi will infiltrate your body. Even at the half-step supreme peak, you will suffer grievous harm."

Chen Nan let out a wicked chuckle, gripping the Golden Phoenix Winged Spear as he advanced upon the Supreme Elder.

Jian Er Shisan unleashed a torrent of curses, "Chen Nan, you ignominious and shameless rogue! You ambushed me! Even as a spectral entity, I shall not forgive you. My disciples of the Golden Sword Sect will hunt you relentlessly until your demise."

"I recall you once asserting that without my brethren and without artifacts, I, Chen Nan, would be nothing. Your words hold a certain truth, yet I possess artifacts, I possess backing, and I possess brethren. Now, even without them by my side, dealing with a wretch like you necessitates no pretense of honor or righteousness. I alone am sufficient to vanquish you. As for your accusations of shamelessness, you are utterly unqualified to utter such words in my presence. Your insatiable greed for treasures, your dereliction of duty as Supreme Elder, endangering the Sect's safety while recklessly provoking enemies—you are a stain upon the Golden Sword Sect, whether you live or perish. You are a waste of breath and sustenance."

Chen Nan's divine power surged, transforming his words into resplendent golden characters that floated towards Jian Er Shisan. The elder's face grew increasingly ashen, ultimately provoking a reversal of his vital blood, causing him to spew forth a mouthful of dark blood.

The very moment his vital essence blood was spattered, his physical form began to age with terrifying rapidity. Within mere breaths, his hair turned white, his skin became deeply wrinkled, and his eyes were suffused with the ominous glow of approaching death.

"I declare that your Golden Sword Sect, though not precisely famed, has somehow produced an individual of your cultivation level. It appears you’ve endured numerous years of cultivation, leading to a severely aged state. You, old man, are already ancient, yet you feign middle age; it’s truly disingenuous."

Chen Nan, brandishing the Golden Phoenix Winged Spear, maintained a distance of several hundred feet from Jian Er Shisan, continuing his taunts.

The old man's lips started to quiver, his entire frame trembled, and even his palms, engaged in combat with the Demon Lord Avatar, began to waver. His eyes conveyed an unyielding spirit, a refusal to yield, a desperate will to persist, grasping for the faintest possibility of survival.

"Even celestial beings are subject to the five decays. Despite our realm granting virtually infinite longevity, akin to immortality, existence prolonged excessively incurs the Heavenly Dao's displeasure. Without attaining the supreme pinnacle, how can one stand defiant of the Heavenly Dao? Unlike those ancient titans who once reached supremacy, at least they had the audacity to crush the Heavenly Dao. The vitality coursing through them was genuine, but you are merely an imitation."

Chen Nan leveled the Golden Phoenix Winged Spear at Jian Er Shisan, resting his chin on it with a show of feigned contemplation.

"Chen Nan, show mercy, and my entire Golden Sword Sect shall pledge allegiance to you. If you spare me, all the resources my sect has amassed over millennia will be yours to command."

As Jian Er Shisan’s death energy intensified, his strength waned, and the demonic qi from the Demon Lord Avatar seemingly found an opening, surging voraciously into his very being.

Though the demonic qi was as delicate as a strand of hair, it instantly infiltrated Jian Er Shisan’s entire body.

A horrific scream erupted from Jian Er Shisan as his divine soul and physical form were relentlessly consumed by the Demon Lord Avatar, plunging him into utter madness.

"Chen Nan, even if I meet my end today, I shall drag you down with me."

With every strand of his hair and beard bristling, the Supreme Elder of the Golden Sword Sect reached the zenith of his spiritual power, his physical form seeming to contract slightly.

"All Laws Converge to One, All Swords Return to the Sect!"

He uttered these words softly, yet they resonated with an absolute and formidable sword dao that struck directly at the heart.

In the ensuing moment, a golden divine soul ascended from Jian Er Shisan’s corporeal form, unleashing a roar and morphing into a shadowy golden dragon within the void. Just as its claw was poised to strike Chen Nan, the golden dragon transformed into a colossal black sword, sharply aimed at Chen Nan’s head.

"Such a futile endeavor," Chen Nan scoffed with ice-cold disdain.