Chapter 972: Chapter 972

Chapter 972: The Game Has Just Begun

Yun Yubai’s mind was struck with a thunderous crash, and a terrifying thought suddenly emerged within him.

However, Siheng had already summoned the Sky-Tearing Sword’s intent, which pressed straight toward Shang Jue.

Shang Jue had come today with the mindset of certain death.

The Sky-Slaying Axe emitted a purple-black light that swirled around it, radiating an eerie and sinister energy from both ends.

Having used her own lifespan as the cost, her strength had reached its peak, now at the sixth level of Demon Venerable!

With a flick of the axe, she broke through Siheng’s sword intent.

"Younger master, I have many things to say to you. How could you be so heartless?" Shang Jue complained.

"Do you think these people are a hindrance? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of them for you," she said, raising her axe and, under the purple-black glow, she struck down fiercely.

Siheng once again used a formation to block the blow, but the residual shockwaves were immense.

The Spirit Boat’s descent accelerated.

Siheng knew that if he continued to entangle himself on the Spirit Boat, it would not only arouse Bai Hao and the others’ suspicions but also cause serious damage to the Spirit Boat and the civilians aboard.

He turned to Yun Yubai and said, "I’ll activate the teleportation formation. You all go back to Jialan first."

Yun Yubai was full of doubts in his heart. He said, "If this is coming for me, I can’t leave now."

Siheng replied, "If you stay, you’ll only make me hesitant."

"You..." Yun Yubai initially wanted to ask more, but then he realized that his cultivation was practically nothing in their eyes, and forcing his way would only drag Siheng down.

He kept his questions to himself for the moment.

Once Siheng had dealt with Shang Jue and returned to Jialan, he could ask then.

"Alright!" Yun Yubai nodded in agreement.

"Help me out," Siheng didn’t want to expend too much of his spiritual power, so he requested Yun Yubai’s assistance.

The massive teleportation formation lit up in the direction of the Spirit Boat’s descent.

The light cascaded in layers, shining brilliantly.

Fearing that Siheng would use too much energy and be unable to deal with Shang Jue, Yun Yubai decided to exhaust 90% of his own spiritual power.

Sweat beads formed on his forehead, and he breathed heavily, his body already completely exhausted.

As the Spirit Boat continued its descent, he swayed dangerously, nearly falling off.

"Junior Brother!" Li Changyun rushed up and caught Yun Yubai.

The Spirit Boat gradually sank into the formation.

Bai Hao shouted again, "Celestial Sovereign, please be careful. We’ll leave first!"

However, he was puzzled. Since Siheng could use the teleportation formation, why was he still using the Spirit Boat to retrieve the people? Wouldn’t it be easier to just teleport the disciples of Seven Peaks Sect directly?

Before he could figure it out, he was already sucked into the teleportation formation along with the Spirit Boat.

In the sky, Siheng had no more concerns.

He summoned the Sky Plough Pearl, establishing a barrier in this domain.

To outsiders, it appeared as if there were countless layers of drifting clouds.

"Shang Jue, let’s end this quickly," Siheng said as the divine mark on his forehead changed into the Asura Royal Clan’s totem.

His purple eyes were cold.

The Demon Core activated.

The Sky-Tearing Sword in his hand vibrated slightly as it sensed the demonic aura.

It struggled briefly but soon recognized its master, calming down swiftly.

The sword’s body turned entirely purple-black.

Countless demonic energies twisted around the blade.

This was the first time Shang Jue had witnessed Siheng revealing the power of the Asura Royal Clan.

Her excitement was so intense that her face twisted slightly.

She breathed heavily, licking her lips, and said, "Young Master, how old are you, yet you switch between two types of power so naturally? Amazing... truly amazing!"

"You can flatter me all you want, but I will not spare you," Siheng replied coldly.

Empowered by this overwhelming bloodline, he slashed out with the sword, and it seemed to tear apart the very air itself, as if cutting through heaven and earth.

His swordsmanship was agile, his figure moving swiftly, striking with relentless speed.

At this moment, although Shang Jue’s strength was inferior to Siheng’s, she could still fight back thanks to the Sky-Slaying Axe.

Fortunately, the Sky-Slaying Axe was an exceptionally powerful weapon in the Demon Domain, and it blocked Siheng’s fierce strikes without showing any cracks.

She wielded the Sky-Slaying Axe with surprising agility, but compared to Siheng’s speed, she seemed slow.

This revealed a fatal opening.

Siheng darted forward, thrusting the sword straight at her.

The long sword pierced through Shang Jue’s wrist.

Instantly, blood splattered everywhere.

She screamed in pain, gritting her teeth, still unwilling to release the Sky-Slaying Axe.

Her left hand, brimming with demonic energy, struck toward Siheng’s chest.

It was the Asura Blood Fiend Palm.

Siheng’s eyes narrowed, and he could only dodge slightly.

Taking advantage of this moment, Shang Jue pulled her hand free from the sword.

She retreated to directly face Siheng.

In the brief exchange, she had already consumed a significant amount of her demonic power.

Her wrist still bled profusely, staining the Sky-Slaying Axe.

Rather than anger, she smiled grimly. "Young Master, you truly impressed me. You don’t even need to cultivate, yet your demonic power is so powerful. If you learn the Asura Royal Clan’s techniques, you could easily wipe out the Deity Clan!"

"Enough with the nonsense."

Siheng’s eyes were filled with nothing but coldness.

He teleported behind her and swung the sword directly at Shang Jue’s head.

Shang Jue’s right hand was severely injured, so she could only wield the axe with her left hand to block.

She was the finest protector, and when using the battle axe, her left hand was just as effective as the right.

Simultaneously, she activated a secret technique, and her right hand’s injury was healing rapidly.

Silver threads increased in number.

Even her originally beautiful face showed signs of aging.

Siheng’s heart sank as he realized the severity of the situation. If Shang Jue was nearing the end of her life like the Grand Protector, it would be impossible to extract any further information from her.

He needed to end this swiftly!

His attacks grew fiercer, filled with a murderous intent that engulfed him entirely.

This demeanor made even Shang Jue feel a faint sense of dread.

The sword intent gathered from all directions, as if encompassing the entire space.

"Not again," Shang Jue muttered under her breath as her right hand recovered.

She swung the Sky-Slaying Axe with full force, striking the sword intent to break it apart.

But then, a cold ray of light cut through the air.

Before Shang Jue could react, the Sky-Tearing Sword had already pierced her chest.

She froze for a moment, surprised as she looked at the figure before her.

"You actually..." she muttered as blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. "You... you actually endured the force of the Sky-Slaying Axe to come and kill me..."

Before her eyes, Siheng, clad in dark robes, was also covered in blood.

His face and body were riddled with scars, with blood flowing freely from the wounds.

Despite his pale complexion, his beauty was impossible to conceal.

The scars on his face gave him an impression of brokenness.

At this moment, the divine mark on his forehead had returned, and with this sword strike, he could suppress both Shang Jue’s demonic power and bloodline energy.

Without a word, his left hand, with two fingers together, cut through her wrist, severing it completely.

Her right hand still clutched the Sky-Slaying Axe, but both it and her hand fell to the ground.

Shang Jue, despite being defeated, let out a soft grunt.

She too crashed to the ground.

With the extraction of the Sky-Tearing Sword, she could still protect herself with demonic energy, avoiding complete destruction.

The Sky-Slaying Axe was far away from her now.

She glanced at it, extending her right hand—but wait, she had no right hand anymore. How could she summon the Sky-Slaying Axe?

Siheng looked down at her from above.

She had clearly been defeated, yet Shang Jue sneered.

"Siheng, do you think you’ve won?" she mocked.

"No," Siheng replied coldly, "This game has only just begun."