Chapter 1320: The Dramatic Turn of Events on the Surface

Chapter 1320: The Dramatic Turn of Events on the Surface

Liang Zhao sensed something was amiss; it seemed he had been outsmarted.

Where did those three women vanish to?

Was it a figment of his imagination?

No, they had disappeared—illusions that could conceal themselves wouldn’t fool him; it clearly wasn’t an illusion.

Could it be a shadow?

Now Liang Zhao was afraid that Lin Nuo was stalling him here while Su Kexin and the others rushed to Ningzhou Peak. This would definitely thwart his plans.

But there was no need to worry. If it were indeed just illusions left by those three women, then they must still be nearby, as the illusions wouldn’t be able to stray too far from their bodies.

Clearly, they had already fled.

No matter; if he wished to teleport to Ningzhou Peak, he would definitely be much faster than them.

“Illusions, huh? Heh, Lin Nuo, don’t think I can’t see through your tricks. You’re using their illusions to mislead me, making me think they’re right behind you. Now that they’ve left, they’re likely heading for Ningzhou Peak. It’s a pity that illusions fade once they distance too much from their bodies; with their control, they won’t be able to travel more than ten miles without flying on swords. By the time they reach Ningzhou Peak, I will already be waiting for them.”

Liang Zhao chuckled as he stroked his beard, finding Lin Nuo’s little ruse overly paranoid.

“What will you do now? Teleport to Ningzhou Peak? Your base will be left vulnerable to my attacks.”

“Feel free to try it. I doubt you could break Aike’s barrier even in the Demon Realm, right?”

“So you know him. It seems you’ve joined the Handa Alliance. What a shame, the Handa Alliance has crumbled.”

“Crumbled?”

Liang Zhao’s heart skipped a beat. Impossible! That was the king of the Demon Abyss Valley—his powers immense enough to shake the borders of the three realms, a force so great it had left even him astounded.

He had cast a curse to bring turmoil to the borders of the three realms, keeping the Handa Alliance from reaching the human world for the time being, while Lin Nuo remained trapped in the Demon Realm, unable to return, allowing him to dominate the human realm.

Yet, contrary to his expectations, Lin Nuo had somehow returned, and it was still a mystery how he managed it.

“Could it be that you’ve annihilated the Handa Alliance? If so, breaking my barrier would be a walk in the park for you, and killing me would be too. Yet, you didn’t do that, which shows you’re just blustering.”

“If you say so, it must be true.”

Lin Nuo had no intention of convincing him; after all, he was just stalling Liang Zhao, buying as much time as he could for Su Kexin and the others to make their move.

“You’re waiting for me to leave the human world before striking. It shows you’re somewhat afraid of me. In fact, in our previous encounters, you’ve been the one to get defeated. Liang Zhao, I returned from the Demon Realm, and it was under your arrangement that I was trapped there. So what chance do you really have?”

Lin Nuo babbled on with a stream of words; usually, he wouldn’t waste time on idle chatter, preferring to jump into action, but now he was merely trying to buy time for Su Kexin and the others.

“Chance? Lin Nuo, you talk to me about chances? You might seem to be on the offensive now, but don’t think you’ll have the last laugh. Here, take this—I’ll let you break it if you can.”

Liang Zhao stopped engaging Lin Nuo further, lowering the barrier as he prepared to shift the battlefield.

Ningzhou Peak, teleporting.

Soon, he turned and walked back, activating a new teleportation array to send himself away.

“This old man must be heading to Ningzhou Peak.”

Lin Nuo wasn’t about to waste time breaking any barriers; his aim was to lure Liang Zhao into coming to confront him, convincing him that their conflict was significant.

Coming alone lacked intimidation; bringing Su Kexin and the others with him would ensure Liang Zhao needed to strengthen his defenses.

After stalling for a considerable time, he guessed they would have attacked Ningzhou Peak by now.

Sneak away.

……

……

Qin Dao led a massive horde of demons to assault the Sword Tomb but was met with a group of immortals providing support.

In addition, the Sword Saint—a former champion of the Sword Tomb—had returned to assist his old home.

What a turnaround; this stubborn old man had left the Sword Tomb for so long and now knew to return the favor? Wasn’t he the lone Sword Saint?

That’s not the point; the highlight was an incredibly terrifying woman, Luo Xiaoxue.

She radiated Sacred Light, completely unstoppable, causing countless demons to tremble under her immense power, leading to their defeat one after another.

What had seemed like a surefire victory suddenly felt tenuous, especially after Zifeng Valley had just been severely hit, and now they were supporting the Sword Tomb instead?

Damn it, who were these people coming to the rescue?

Unable to sustain a strong offense, they had no choice but to retreat—this was their biggest defeat in over a month.

Bad news piled up; not only had they failed to breach the Sword Tomb, but the remnants of the Refining Demon Sect had also resisted—they were completely awakened by two women who united those remnants and counter-attacked.

Moreover, many battered sects on the verge of annihilation had received reinforcements; the tides had turned, and they were back in the fight.

It felt as if an overnight transformation had reversed the advantageous situation they had built over the past month!

“Damn it!”

Qin Dao seethed with rage, feeling utterly powerless as he watched their advantageous position evaporate.

For over a month, they had been unstoppable, simply because they hadn’t encountered their nemesis.

The Sword Saint had initially not clashed with them; he’d been guarding Qin Shili’s side, but now he had decided to lend support, and he couldn’t grasp this eccentric’s reasoning.

Now they could only retreat to Ningzhou Peak, where the demonized practitioners could soak in the Magic Spring, and their Demon Soul Power would solidify; they’d be fully transformed into demons, doubling their combat prowess.

Liang Zhao had always claimed to have a solution, though what it was remained a mystery—against powers like Luo Xiaoxue, he was completely outmatched. How had he let her escape back to the human world initially?

Meanwhile, at Ningzhou Peak, Su Kexin and the others swiftly charged into the Demon Star’s domain. Although Liang Zhao had arranged puppets to guard it, Su Kexin, returning from the Sacred Realm with strengthened anti-demon abilities, could effortlessly cut through the chaos in the Demon Realm and back to the human world.

After a fierce wave of attacks, the demon horde at Ningzhou Peak was thrown into disarray, and Liang Zhao’s puppet guards could no longer hold back; the defenses at Ningzhou Peak began to crumble.

Yet when Liang Zhao arrived at Ningzhou Peak, he discovered that Su Kexin and her team had already breached several strongholds.

This wasn’t what he had anticipated.

After their illusions faded, they shouldn’t have been able to move more than ten miles from his base, and it seemed impossible for them to breach his defenses so quickly.

Could he have miscalculated something?

If that was the case, Liang Zhao had no choice but to retreat; there was still enough time for the energy eruption from the Demon Star—he needed to complete a grand ceremony.

Watching Su Kexin shining with golden light and wielding the Sharp Sword, ancient memories flooded his mind.

One hundred years ago, a memory of when demons almost ruled the Sacred Realm; they had faced the War God of the Sacred Realm and were forced to flee after their defeat.

While the War God’s descendants had almost been wiped out, only Su Kexin remained, and even she was just a soul, her body not the original.

The War God’s power could indeed overshadow many demons, but it was not invincible.

Now, he had found a way to eradicate her.