Heavenly Demon Descends, Jade Phoenix Wings Shattered
Night had fallen deep over Sword Guard Peak, spiritual mists swirling beyond its bounds. In the distance, the Spirit Eye Tree glowed faintly, casting the mountains in a dreamlike, illusory haze.
Su Rui and Mu Xueyi streaked through the air until they reached a secluded valley. Jagged rocks littered the barren ground, spiritual energy thin and sparse— a place few ever ventured.
Once they landed, Su Rui pinched a magic formula. Demonic flames erupted from his palm, coalescing into a pitch-black light barrier. In an instant, a formation spanning ten li isolated all divine senses, transforming the area into a shadowy prison cut off from the world.
Mu Xueyi watched with cold eyes, her snow-white gauze skirt fluttering in the wind, red lips curling in mockery. “You’re so cautious. Afraid someone might discover your true cultivation?”
Su Rui shrugged with a faint smile. “Afraid? Nah, that’s not it. It’s just... explaining this level of power would be a pain in the ass.”
After all, in a mere few months, his cultivation had exploded from early Foundation Establishment to False Infant, just one step shy of Nascent Soul. Such monstrous progress—if the sect caught wind of it—would breed endless suspicions.
They’d dispatch Nascent Soul cultivators or higher to soul-search him without a doubt.
Su Rui had no desire to stir up that mess just yet, so caution was the smart play.
Mu Xueyi narrowed her phoenix eyes, probing. “Hiding your head while showing your tail... I’m dying to know why you go to such lengths. Are you a spy from another sect? Or... not even the original Su Rui at all—someone else’s soul possession?”
It was a fair suspicion, but Su Rui had no intention of explaining. He just chuckled. “Wanna know? Beat laozi, and I’ll answer every damn question you’ve got! But...”
His gaze roamed her voluptuous figure, that lewd grin spreading across his face. “If laozi wins, you answer mine straight up. Like, how big are those fat tits of yours? Why’s your white tiger steamed bun hole so goddamn tight? How’s that sound?”
Mu Xueyi’s lovely face chilled, her voice dripping sarcasm. “Filthy pervert—does your brain have anything in it besides depraved lust?”
“Sorry, nope.”
Su Rui nodded without a shred of shame, leaving Mu Xueyi momentarily admiring—just a bit—his sheer nerve and shamelessness.
“Fine. If I lose, I’ll answer your disgusting questions. Unlike a base coward like you, Mu Xueyi honors her word!”
She stated it coldly, utterly convinced of her victory.
Su Rui licked his lips, a sly glint in his eyes. “Heh heh, Mu-shijie, that holier-than-thou look of yours... the more I see it, the more I wanna train you up!”
With a flick of his finger, the restriction blazed brighter. Spiritual energy churned within the dark barrier as a hundred-zhang arena erupted from the ground!
Mu Xueyi’s heart stirred faintly. This pervert’s mastery of formations was unreal—he’d conjured such a grand battleground from nothing, shifting rocks and commanding spiritual energy at will. Truly unfathomable!
She betrayed no reaction, drawing her spiritual sword Ming Lan with a resonant hum. Radiant light flowed along its blade, sharp sword intent radiating outward like dragon and phoenix cries, shaking the mind.
“Mu-shijie, your move.”
Su Rui stood at one end of the arena, beckoning her with a teasing wave.
She’d been itching for this. Without a word, she unleashed the first form of the Jade Phoenix Sword Art: Phoenix Soars Nine Heavens. Ming Lan’s sword light unfurled like a phoenix spreading wings across the skies, carrying unstoppable killing intent straight for Su Rui’s vitals!
Su Rui grinned savagely. Demonic flames surged within him, black fire roaring out like a dragon to form a dark crimson demon blade that met the sword light head-on.
Boom!
Blade and sword clashed, spiritual qi and demonic energy exploding outward. The arena’s restrictions flickered, barely containing the shockwaves.
Su Rui hadn’t budged an inch. Mu Xueyi’s willow brows furrowed lightly—her Phoenix Soars Nine Heavens at seventy percent power, brushed aside so effortlessly!
This pervert’s magic power far exceeded her expectations!
With a cold snort, she shifted styles to the fourth form: Phoenix Dances Nine Heavens. Sword light poured like a galactic cascade, fluid and lightning-fast, forcing Su Rui back step after step.
Ming Lan was a sect treasure infused with phoenix true blood—wherever its light touched, Su Rui’s black flames were swept clean.
In her eyes, his true cultivation hovered around mid-Core Formation. Skilled in formations or not, deny him the chance to use them, and defeat was certain!
No room for him to catch his breath!
Mu Xueyi resolved inwardly, slapping her storage pouch. A jade pendant flew out, morphing into nine rays of spiritual light that orbited her body.
This was the Nine Heavens Spirit Guard Array—spiritual energy like a rainbow, its defense impeccable.
A trace of gravity flickered in Su Rui’s eyes. No wonder Mu Xueyi was the sect’s prodigy: top-tier offensive and defensive treasures. Ming Lan’s power was staggering, and the array’s protection unmatched. No ordinary Core Formation cultivator could wield such gear.
Even more terrifying was her Sword Heart Transparent divine ability. In her hands, the Jade Phoenix Sword Art outshone its creator, Bai Feng Zhenren, by a margin—every strike lethal, aimed unerringly at vitals!
Yet Su Rui met her head-on without flinching. His demon blade swept out, unleashing the first layer of the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art: Demonic Flame Burns Heavens. Black fire became a raging inferno, flooding the arena and shoving back the sword light.
Mu Xueyi’s expression shifted subtly. She’d assumed he relied solely on formations, his magic power inferior to hers. But now, without them, he matched her blow-for-blow—even with Ming Lan in hand!
A faint unease stirred in her depths, but the battle left no time for thought. Su Rui’s assaults intensified, those horrifying black flames howling toward her!
She countered swiftly with the seventh form: Phoenix Cry Azure Vault. Ming Lan’s light formed a phoenix phantom, extinguishing the black flames in a flash. Residual sword light carried phoenix-like cries, slashing relentlessly at Su Rui!
Su Rui sneered coldly, his demon blade whirling into the second layer: Demonic Dragon Devours Soul. Black flames condensed into a roaring demon dragon that lunged at the sword light. They locked in deadlock, the arena quaking, restrictions flickering on the verge of collapse.
Mu Xueyi’s heart jolted. That demon dragon’s power was monstrous! This pervert’s magic power... it carried the depth of False Infant!
Was he at False Infant too?
Questions flooded her mind, but answers would wait until victory.
Grinding her teeth, she sacrificed a verdant jade bell. Its crisp ring unleashed invisible sound waves, disrupting Su Rui’s mind.
“Azure Heavens Bell, Chaos!”
The sonic tide paired with Ming Lan’s light, crushing the demon dragon. Su Rui staggered, sword light nearly piercing him.
Anger flashed in Su Rui’s eyes. This woman’s treasures were endless—a sect-backed prodigy was no joke!
His Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art had broken through four layers, each unlocking devastating demon arts. Yet even “Demonic Flame Burns Heavens” and “Demonic Dragon Devours Soul” together hadn’t gained the edge.
This was a merit law far beyond this world’s limits!
The issue wasn’t the art—it was treasures!
Mu Xueyi’s Ming Lan was a sect treasure; the Nine Heavens array and Azure Heavens Bell high-grade spiritual implements, perfect for offense and defense!
His “demon blade”? Flashy as hell, but just black flame illusion—not even a true spiritual tool.
Plain and simple: Su Rui had zero combat treasures. He fought bare-handed on merit law alone, naked against her arsenal.
Mu Xueyi seized his predicament, slapping her pouch again. A white jade fly fan emerged, spiritual light swirling on its face. With a wave, wind blades slashed like knives, synergizing with her Jade Phoenix Sword Art in a tidal onslaught.
Su Rui’s face darkened. Another powerhouse treasure? He’d thought his art could crush same-realm foes, even leap a major realm. Too naive.
Treasures! Treasures!!
After today, he had to stock up!
Su Rui steeled himself inwardly—of course, first things first: beat Mu Xueyi and play with those tits!
Lewd thoughts surged, his cock stiffening at the worst moment—but her assault was upon him. No time for fantasies.
He bit his tongue sharply, spraying essence blood onto the blade. The third layer erupted: Demonic Flame Devours Earth. Black flames birthed countless blade shadows, clashing with sword light and wind blades. Spiritual qi detonated across the arena, restrictions cracking at the seams.
Mu Xueyi’s lithe body jolted. By now, her spiritual power was draining fast, her lovely face paling.
Su Rui’s aura was ragged, but he still had reserves.
“Despicable wretch—no wonder you dared challenge me. You were confident all along!”
Mu Xueyi seethed inwardly, gnashing her teeth in fury.
The thought of being toyed with by him again—of losing, forced into a titjob, and failing to claim Li Chengxuan’s soul fragment—made her heart bleed.
“Mu-shijie, you wanted a fair fight. Now that you’re losing, you wanna renege? Didn’t you say Mu Xueyi’s word is ironclad? If you can’t handle losing, we can call this bet off—like laozi taking pity on you.”
Su Rui chuckled lightly. Words like that were sure to enrage her further.
And they did. “Shut your mouth! I don’t need your pity! And I haven’t lost yet!!”
She clenched her teeth, pouring everything into Ming Lan’s rising light, desperate to resist.
“What a stupid woman.”
Su Rui’s eyes narrowed. Essence blood fueled his art once more, demonic flames exploding within as his aura skyrocketed. The fourth layer detonated: Heavenly Demon Descends!
Black flames forged a ten-zhang demon god phantom, looming over the arena with world-shattering might. Its fist smashed down toward Mu Xueyi.
Mu Xueyi’s pupils shrank in terror. Sword intent erupted as she burned her last reserves on the tenth form. Ming Lan became a phoenix fire sea; the Nine Heavens array flared at full power, desperately blocking.
Boom!
The demon god’s fist crushed down. The phoenix blaze shattered instantly. Ming Lan wailed, its glow dimming as it flew from her grasp and stabbed into the ground.
Mu Xueyi’s body convulsed, blood spilling from her lips. The array crumbled; Azure Heavens Bell and white jade fan lost all light, tumbling to the dirt.
Su Rui blurred forward like a specter, one hand clamping her snowy neck, the other wreathed in demonic flame—hot enough to scorch the air itself.
“Heh heh, Mu-shijie... you lost. Guess laozi’s just better!”