This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1736 - 65: Heaven's Will Has Always Been Hard to Fathom (Long Chapter) (Part 3)

"It's just the two of you left now," Chu Mu Shen said softly, his gaze sweeping over the last two demonic cultivators in front of him, including Luohu.

His voice was somewhat weary, with fatigue written all over his face.

Battle up to now, even if Chu Mu Shen's combat power was extraordinary, it was impossible to not pay a price.

His white clothes were already stained with blood, turning crimson, then dark.

His injuries were astonishing, and he could maintain his combat power entirely by relying on his own will.

"Eleven Demon Lords, eleven Demon Lords!" The last remaining Demon Lord beside Luohu—the Vast Venerable of the Northern Barbarian Demon Lords—cried out in despair.

"A devastating defeat. After today, the power structure of the two races will completely change, and we are all sinners!" Vast Venerable shouted mournfully while coughing blood, his expression twisted, unable to accept this result.

"Indeed, after today, the power structure of the two races must completely change," Luohu's voice came, ice-cold as a blade, making one shiver upon hearing.

"Hehe....."

At the same time, Luohu let out a deep laugh that felt out of place.

Madness and fanaticism were hidden in that laughter.

"Chu Mu Shen, do you really think you have won?" Luohu stopped and looked at Chu Mu Shen, the smile on his face hauntingly eerie.

"Could it be that I lost?" Chu Mu Shen replied indifferently, his gaze sweeping over the last survivors, Vast Venerable and Luohu, obviously implying his meaning.

"You indeed lost," Luohu chuckled, "As long as I am alive, you cannot win."

"Luohu?" Vast Venerable's pupils contracted severely, doubtful in heart whether Luohu was stubbornly talking or had some untouched trump card.

Luohu ignored Vast Venerable, talking to Chu Mu Shen self-centeredly: "Two thousand years ago, Ancestral Patriarch Xia single-handedly led the Human Race to turn the tide, driving my race back to the Abyss. From that moment, I understood that no matter how great our advantage was, it was nothing against absolute individual strength. To ensure victory in a second war between Dao and Demon..."

Before Luohu finished speaking, Chu Mu Shen seemed to sense something, frowning slightly.

"To become a Saint!" Luohu's face reached the peak of fanaticism.

"Facts proved my idea was not wrong," he raised his head high, as if looking down at Chu Mu Shen, "With the power you've shown today, if I don't become a Saint, our chance of winning this war between Dao and Demon is at most seventy percent."

"Become a Saint?" Chu Mu Shen was not swayed, "At least one Ancestral Patriarch Xia emerged from my Human Race, but the Demon Race has never had a Demon Holy; becoming a Saint isn't that simple. Just with you?"

Although Luohu had reached the Semi-Saint Realm, the same realm as Chu Mu Shen, the difference in combat power was evident, and even Chu Mu Shen couldn't glimpse the Ancestral Realm, why could Luohu become a Saint?

"Right, becoming a Saint isn't simple, it's too difficult with just myself, so... Today, I will borrow your strength!" At this point, Luohu no longer needed to hide, he laughed rakishly, proud.

As his hoarse, unpleasant laughter echoed, a storm broke out in the sea.

Then, a demonic figure emerged from the water, appearing before Chu Mu Shen.

Four eyes, four arms, face a dark blue, with an identical aura to Luohu.

Luohu's Incarnation!

In the palm of Luohu's Incarnation, there was a giant blood sphere, constantly rotating.

In the blood sphere, shadows flickered like resentful spirits.

As it kept rotating, the blood sphere was concentrating, becoming smaller, but the blood light grew stronger.

Strands of powerful essence blood aura exuded from it.

"Gulp." The sole surviving Vast Venerable swallowed hard, suddenly yearning uncontrollably for the blood sphere.

He shook his head violently to clear his thoughts, then shivered, pointing to Luohu's Incarnation with a trembling voice, "This is their... essence blood!"

"Correct," Luohu's Incarnation turned his head, four eyes staring at Vast Venerable, "I have been observing from the other side under Heavenly River Sea for so long, for this essence blood, this essence blood that gathers the bloodline origin of the Six Great Holy Demon Clans' Demon Lords."

"Allow me to introduce myself; I am his Incarnation."

After speaking, Luohu's Incarnation turned his head back, sharing a smile with his true form.

"Pleasant cooperation!"

"Pleasant cooperation!"

Both the true form and the Incarnation spoke in unison.

"Semi-Saint..." Unlike Vast Venerable who was shocked by the essence blood held by Luohu's Incarnation, Chu Mu Shen was more focused on Luohu's Incarnation. After a moment of scrutiny, he opened his mouth slowly.

His words seemed to awaken Vast Venerable from a dream, who then realized in hindsight, widening his eyes, his finger pointing at Luohu's Incarnation trembled uncontrollably, "You are also a Semi-Saint!"

Luohu's Incarnation smiled proudly, not denying.

"Both true form and Incarnation are Semi-Saints..." Vast Venerable was heartbroken, never thinking such a thing would occur.

For them, a high and unattainable Semi-Saint Realm, Luohu unexpectedly reached it with both soul and body.

When did the gap between demons become so large?

"Since he is also a Semi-Saint, why didn't you let him act together? Instead, you watched Chu Mu Shen kill us one by one!" Next moment, blood filled Vast Venerable's eyes as he fixedly stared at Luohu's true form, asking hysterically.

"If I acted, how could you die so peacefully?" Luohu's Incarnation snarled, answering coldly.

"What do you mean...?" After a moment of confusion, Vast Venerable's face changed drastically, terrified, looking at Luohu as if seeing a devil, "Your goal was never to besiege Chu Mu Shen, the real target was us!"