Chapter 1527: Demon Punishing Sword

When the mysterious figure with four wings appeared behind Li Luo and Jiang Qing'e, all of the light energy in the world seemed to have been agitated by it, boiling over completely. The light energy then continuously gathered around the figure, condensing into numerous little stars. Extremely dense holy light poured out, and one could see ancient runes within the light itself.

Holy hymns of light started to resonate throughout the world.

𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

It was like a domain of absolute light.

Darkness could not survive within its sphere of influence. Even Shen Jinxiao's Worldspace Domain was constantly being eroded and eventually dispersed due to the light, perforated in numerous areas.

The ninth-grade Worldspace Domain was being forcibly torn apart by the might of a Transcendent Art.

"Is this the Light Transcendent Art from the temple? They... they actually managed to cultivate it so quickly?" Diwu Mingxuan had an expression of complete disbelief. He knew just how demanding and difficult it was to cultivate a Transcendent Art. It was considered to be one of the most difficult techniques in existence. Normally speaking, even if a King obtained a Transcendent Art, they would require a long period of comprehension and deduction to be able to master it. Yet Li Luo and Jiang Qing'e were wielding it, despite obtaining it a short while ago?

This was absolutely insane! Diwu Mingxuan's world view suffered a grievous blow from this revelation.

"Is that the Light Transcendent Art?" Sheng Qiao'er and the rest had expressions full of awe. Sheng Qiao'er in particular had a deep understanding of the Law of Light, but the light that the four-winged figure was emitting had condensed to a level that was beyond her comprehension.

Clearly, it had already reached the threshold of source origin.

Only then could such runes be produced.

Diwu Mingxuan saw her expression and smiled bitterly. "I'm afraid you'll be even more astonished when you find out that they only obtained the Transcendent Art on the thirty-third layer."

Sheng Qiao'er blinked and her jaw dropped, lips trembling in shock. It was only after a few moments that she managed to spit out two words. "That's disgusting!"

Only then did Diwu Mingxuan heave a sigh of relief and some of the depression in his heart was alleviated. Instead of being the only one who was suffering from this trauma, why not share it with the rest?

As they were feeling shell shocked by this, Shen Jinxiao felt his Worldspace Domain collapsing. His smirk froze and then transformed into an expression filled with gloom. "Light Transcendent Art!" he sullenly said.

His grayish-black eyes were filled with the mysterious and gigantic four-winged figure. Terrifying energy undulations and an unfathomable pressure emanated from the Transcendent Art. It had clearly reached the point that it could harness source origin.

That was the power of Kings.

Shen Jinxiao's expression turned morose and he stretched out his hand. The humongous black demonic banner descended from the skies, landing in his hand.

He turned his head and saw that atop the ancient altar, the stick of black incense on Zhou Jun's corpse was still burning and the inky smoke was still wafting out. The smoke was like a sticky fog, continuously condensing in the area, taking the shape of a frightening black portal. One could sense a power fermenting within the portal, one that was capable of shaking the heavens and the earth.

Shen Jinxiao's gaze turned cold and decisive. Li Luo and Jiang Qing'e were already powerful individuals in their own right, and if he did not wish to perish by their hands, he would have to loyally follow the Origin Reversion Institute's Honored One.

This was his only path ahead.

With a Heavenly Emperor watching over him, Li Luo and Jiang Qing'e would be unable to do anything to him even if they were to become true Transcendent Dukes. With that in mind, Shen Jinxiao no longer hesitated—he stretched his fingers out and dug into his chest, revealing a squirming, pitch-black heart. His heart was like a writhing tumor, an unsettling sight. At the same time, countless harsh and twisted cries of pain rang out from it. He then stabbed the demonic banner into his own heart with force, causing inky blood to flow, staining the banner. The banner then began to distort and new strange runes emitting a cold, gloomy power formed on it. The entire banner now gave off terrifying fluctuations of power, and a wave of energy dispersed in every direction, causing the void to collapse.

"So what if you have a Transcendent Art? I forced you two into the straits of death many years ago, and I'll do it again!"

Shen Jinxiao guffawed maliciously, but his expression was warped and filled with pain. He then grasped the banner with trembling hands and waved it forcefully.

"Ten Thousand Demons Banner, Endless Tide of Devils!"

Bang!

The banner shook violently, causing rifts to open around him, as though it was from hell itself. An inky black flood poured out of the rifts, containing incredibly evil and twisted energy. It was capable of corrupting anything that it touched, turning it into a defiled ground.

The flood raged like an enraged dragon, vast and unstoppable. The expressions of the rest turned even more serious. Shen Jinxiao was clearly going all-out, and the power of a ninth-grade Duke could not be looked down upon.

"We'll have to rely on Li Luo and Jiang Qing'e working together if we wish to have any chance of blocking this." The crowd raised their heads, looking at the duo in the air, their weapons lightly touching as the sacred figure behind them turned more and more dazzling.

It was at this moment that the duo began to move. When they took a step forward, the weapons in their hands were brandished beautifully, causing countless dancing manifestations of the figure to appear in turn. The holy aura reached a crescendo. Each sword stance had its own charm, containing its own unique comprehension.

Meanwhile, Diwu Mingxuan and Sheng Qiao'er, who had a great understanding of the Law of Light, could sense the light resonant power within their bodies cheering and leaping for joy, circulating much more smoothly and quickly.

Clang!

Suddenly, the crisp clang of swords reverberated through the skies. Li Luo and Jiang Qing'e were floating in the air, and behind them was a rainbow of light, consisting of innumerable manifestations of the sacred figure in a gorgeous display of sword forms.

The inky flood was rushing towards them unimpeded like a stampeding beast.

The duo looked as tiny as ants in front of it, but they stood before it fearlessly and slashed downwards without any hesitation.

At the same time, the two simultaneously called out in their hearts,

"Twelve Winged Seraphim's Sword Dance! Demon Punishing Sword Orb!"

As their weapons swept downwards, the four-winged figure behind them transformed into a surge of source origin energy, taking the shape of an orb of condensed power the size of a fist in front of them. The sword energy orb wasn't large, but it emitted a vast amount of light and contained only light source origin energy.

The sacred sword energy orb then arced across the sky, colliding violently against the inky black sea before everyone's eyes.

But the clash didn't lead to any resounding booms or tremors.

There weren't any energy storms that kicked up as a result.

The raging, dragon-like sea instead began to recede and vanish at a swift pace.

When Diwu Mingxuan and the rest squinted to see what had happened, the world had already regained its calm and Shen Jinxiao's ninth-grade Worldspace Domain had vanished.

All of the grayish-black energy had been expunged and not a single trace was left.

Their gazes then turned towards Shen Jinxiao's previous location, but no one could see him.

"Over there!" Sheng Qiao'er then pointed towards the altar.

Everyone's faces were filled with shock upon seeing what Sheng Qiao'er had pointed at. A broken figure had been pierced through by a blade and a sword, nailed and hanging off the altar itself. That was Shen Jinxiao! The crowd turned so silent that only the whistling of the ancient wind could be heard.