There was no nonsense. There were no probing attempts. From the moment he struck, Li Qingshan was out to kill!

  He was like a hungry tiger hunting for prey. With a glare, a roar, and a pounce, he unleashed all four innate abilities as one.

  In that critical moment, Si Long’s expression changed. His gaze resembled a dragon’s as his sword-wielding hand suddenly stabilised, unleashing a flurry of shadows.

  Clang! The sword and blade collided.

  Si Long received the strike forcefully. He leaned backwards as the ground beneath him collapsed, spreading into the distance.

  With the clash, the flying sparks illuminated two twisted faces. Killing intent, fury, and hatred clashed violently in that instant. The tiger eyes locked onto the dragon eyes as the blade pressed down viciously. A trickle of blood flowed down from the top of Si Long’s head. Fierce gales swepts in from all directions and slashed against his body, producing a series of metallic screeches. His dragon scales were like heavy armour, blocking the blades firmly.

  The moment the force behind the blade ran out, he knocked it away viciously like a spring that had been compressed to the limit. His sword swept past Li Qingshan’s eyes who was completely exposed.

  Bang! Li Qingshan was knocked away, hurtling through the air. A colourful, deep handprint appeared on his chest, together with intense pain.

  Si Long was dishevelled, leaning against his sword and gasping for air. The blood flowed from his forehead to the corner of his lips. He felt lingering fear. If he had taken even half a step back just then, he would have been done for.

  “Nice!” Li Qingshan grabbed the flesh on his chest and ripped it off viciously. Hot blood scattered on the frozen earth. His battle spirit burned like fire as he strode towards Si Long.

  “You’ve already lost.” Si Long growled as a cruel smile formed on his lips.

  Li Qingshan laughed aloud, but there was no sound. In the silence, there were only the sounds of wind and blades.

  Si Long received him with a sneer.

  Under the cold watch of the stars, they were like regular soldiers, approaching one another step by step.

  Ten steps!

  The winds whistled; the murderousness surged. The tiger’s roar and the dragon’s cry hung in the air vaguely.

  Li Qingshan did not strike. Si Long did not strike either.

  Five steps!

  The gales howled; the murderousness blazed. The tiger’s roar and the dragon’s cry rumbled like war dragons.

  Li Qingshan did not strike. Si Long did not strike either.

  Three steps!

  The gusts were ripping while the murderousness was shattering. The tiger’s roar and the dragon’s cry surged and overlapped, filling the skies!

  Light and force erupted, sweeping off in all directions. Everyone was swallowed by the blade flashes and sword qi.

  Swing! Swing! Swing!

  Like a tiger and his blade like the wind, he swung away madly, to his heart’s content like drinking spirits, completely casting aside the notion of death!

  However, Xiao An lurking to one side was worried. Si Long’s swordsmanship was exceptional. The sword twisted unpredictably like a dragon through the air. When it fended off the blade aura, it would continue to manoeuvre about, leaving slash after slash on Li Qingshan from unbelievable angles. Coupled with his dragon scale armour, he could both attack and defend.

  Li Qingshan could only attack without defending to gain the upper hand, but his wounds became heavier and heavier. He was basically bathing in his own blood.

  Xiao An gripped the Buddha Slaying sword firmly. If this continues, he’ll…


  When under the Tiger Demon Transformation, he could not use other innate abilities, including the Phoenix’s Nirvā?a. Once he fell in battle, that would be death.

  Boom! Dust rose into the air like smoke. Their figures separated before crossing. One of them collapsed.

  Si Long stood proudly. There were a few slashes on him, having cut through his dragon scales. He looked back and sneered cruelly.

  Li Qingshan leaned against his blade with one knee on the ground, covered in blood that scattered on the ground. If he were smart, he would cease the Tiger Demon Transformation right now. At least that would give him a few additional lives. However, he did not do that. He coughed up blood and smiled. “Satisfying!”


  If he gave up his courage and resolve just because of a Phoenix’s Nirvā?a, he was better off without it. If he backed down because he was afraid of dying, then he was better off just embracing death.

  Before he knew it, the wind stopped.

  Si Long adjusted his aura and turned around, gazing at his figure. He was clearly so weak, yet he made him feel such deep fear. Without any hesitation, he rushed over with a flash and slashed down!

  Xiao An bit her lip and shut her eyes. “Get up!”


  The winds rose!

  Li Qingshan grabbed the sword without even looking back. His blood flowed down the edge.

  Si Long’s expression changed. His aura that had diminished completely actually began to rise again. “How is this possible!?”


  The great gales rose! They became a storm in an instant, tearing apart the smoke in the air and lifting up sand and rocks, dimming the surroundings.

  The wings of wind extended gently. With each flap, the storm became more intense.

  Li Qingshan was the eye of the storm!

  Si Long’s face twisted viciously as he poured all of his strength into the sword. “Die!”


  The sword shot past, but it missed. Li Qingshan had vanished, only leaving the Frenzy Flower Blade of Path’s End planted in the ground.

  Hmph, he’s fled? Si Long felt more and more uneasy inside.

  The blade thrummed, drawing itself out of the ground and shooting into the sky, landing in a large hand.

  Si Long looked up sharply. His gaze pierced the wind and sand. Li Qingshan currently hovered above him, gazing down on him with his scarlet eyes. The wings of wind on his back merged with the storm.

  Li Qingshan nodded towards Xiao An nearby, thanking her for her trust and support, for not interfering simply because he was in danger. He understood just how difficult it had been for her.

  He listened to the winds quietly. “This is… the sixth layer of the tiger demon.”


  The Blade Spirit of Frenzy Flower who had fallen silent for quite some time now suddenly said, “Kid, your bladesmanship is still too soft! You actually made me lose to a sh*tty sword.”


  “Listen to my roar.” A smile stretched across Li Qingshan’s face. He swung the Frenzy Flower Blade of Path’s End, and the storm moved with it.

  At that moment, he seemed to have turned into a god of wind, descending from above with the might of the world.

  Si Long was stern. He began wielding the Immortal Relinquished sword slowly. The strands of sharp light condensed without dispersing, concealing their killing intent. The three thousand moves from the Sword Collection Manual of Heaven and Earth constructed a sword formation, fending off the god of wind.

  “Sword Collection of Heaven and Earth, the Three Thousand Arrays!”


  “Hundred Flowers!”


  The Frenzy Flower Blade of Path’s End guided the storm. The flashes it left behind were like the bloom of a hundred flowers, where the hilt was the stalk, the blade was the sepals, and the winds were the petals, blooming away gorgeously!

  The sword formation fell! The three thousand streaks of sword qi was completely swallowed by the wind flower.

  However, Si Long was unscathed. He sneered. “Is that it?”


  Li Qingshan spat out two words slowly, which made his expression change drastically. “Thousand Flowers!”


  In his hand, the metal flower bloomed to its heart’s content once again.

  The earth was stripped away layer by layer, only leaving Si Long in the centre as he desperately swung his sword to fend off the attacks. His face was twisted in a frenzy.

  Clang!

  The Immortal Relinquished sword was knocked out of his hand, covered in fine slashes. His dragon scales shattered and dispersed, scraped away by the wind flower.

  Si Long was shocked, feeling as if he was in a nightmare. However, he heard another two words. “Myriad Flowers!”


  His aura collapsed immediately, and a bloody mist erupted from his body. He turned into a streak of colourful light, fleeing towards the Demon domain without any regard.

  The movement technique that he had gone so far to cast with his essence blood and vitality was as fast as lightning, but the flower bloomed and wilted, layer after layer, like it was endless. It stripped away the glow around Si Long layer by layer, forcefully destroying his technique and exposing him again. A shadow loomed over from above.

  Li Qinghan blocked his path. His expression was vicious and frenzied, but his scarlet eyes were particularly clear, reflecting Si Long’s twisted face.

  Under the gaze, he felt fear. He trembled away, unable to move.

  The Myriad Flowers wilted away completely, and the flashes subsided. All that remained in the world was a Frenzy Flower Blade of Paths’ End, stabbed into his chest, reaching all the way up to his hilt.

  The blade poked out from his chest. The unspent force ripped through the ground, turning into a great gust of wind and leaving behind a deep gully.

  The storm died down abruptly.