Chapter 571: Sword Cultivators' Sword Intent, One Sword to Split the Heavens

Chi Xiao was, in fact, somewhat puzzled by the Demon Lord’s private motives. With the Demon Race’s current strength, they could have dispatched their forces and conquered the Human and Demon Races in one fell swoop. They even had a way to break the Guardian Array that sealed everything away. ‘Is it all just to refine the Realm Spirit Heart so there will be more spiritual essence to devour all at once?’

Retreating time and again left him incredibly frustrated.

Meanwhile, Fu Jiange’s heart lurched when he saw the Demon Race’s display of force. The growth in the Demon Race’s strength had already been shocking enough, but this Demon Race was even more formidable.

Six years ago, the Demon Race had just over three hundred Demon Kings worthy of the name. Now, there were six or seven hundred of that caliber. Yet within the Demon Race, just one of its three divisions alone had over a thousand whose auras reached this Realm. This was a level of strength they had completely lacked six years ago.

Fortunately, all the Demon Race’s Demon Kings had signed an alliance treaty. If they could exterminate the other Demon Race, both the Human and Demon Races could enjoy peace in this tide of Spiritual Qi.

The hundreds of thousands strong Demon Army surged forward, while the million strong Demon Race’s morale soared.

Behind Fu Jiange were also hundreds of thousands from the Human Race. To exist between heaven and earth, they could stand before other races, yet also accept a lower station.

The Spirit Sword before him let out a long cry, its chiming sound ringing between heaven and earth as its Sword Intent shot into the sky.

When one sword sang, ten thousand sang in reply. We Sword Cultivators uphold our Sword Intent, unyielding to heaven, unyielding to earth, and unyielding to any Demon Race! Hundreds of thousands of Lifebound Spirit Swords rang out in a magnificent chorus, their chiming an endless stream of sound!

Xuehou gazed at the Human Race’s side, then broke into a grin. “Elder Fu, if you’re itching for a fight, what do you say? You go first, or we go together?”

Against a man who could command ten thousand swords to sing in unison, Xuehou couldn’t be bothered with any tricks. It was a sincere proposal.

Fu Jiange’s sharp, heroic features held nothing but pure Sword Intent.

“I will go!”

For once, Xuehou was magnanimous, nodding in agreement. “Alright. My Demon Race will watch your backs!”

Fu Jiange took a single step, appearing before the demonic horde. Hundreds of thousands of Sword Cultivators followed suit, soaring into the air behind him.

Chi Xiao burst out laughing. “In a war between our races, you dare to act on sheer bravado? You really look down on my Demon Race!”

Fu Jiange gave a sharp command, “Draw swords!”

SHIIING! The sound was simple and clear, yet it thundered across the heavens.

A murderous fury contorted Chi Xiao’s face as he roared, “Kill!!!”

In an instant, the endless ranks of the Demon Race surged forward like a tide of savage beasts, charging with an unstoppable momentum.

“Strike!”

A single word, yet it carried the weight of hundreds of thousands of Sword Intents. A single Sword Slash was unleashed, the Sword Intent within it piercing through the heavens. The light from its edge alone spanned for miles. The cold gleam of this one sword chilled all of Rising Demon Pass.

Chi Xiao’s pupils contracted violently. In a single strike, a third of the hundreds of thousands of his elite Demon Race forces behind him were obliterated. The light of that sword was too terrifying. Had he not used the demonic artifact in his hand to protect himself, he, a mighty Demon Marshal, would very likely have perished under its glow.

The long sword gash on the demonic artifact—an arm—said it all. ‘This is the arm of a Demon God! To be able to harm an existence of this level… does that mean the power of that sword could wound an Ascended Immortal who has passed an Immortal Tribulation?’

Chi Xiao found it impossible to believe, but the truth was right before his eyes. ‘No wonder they say Sword Cultivators are the strongest attackers,’ he thought. ‘With this single strike, enhanced by the Sword Intent of hundreds of thousands of Sword Cultivators, Fu Jiange is already invincible in the Floating Shadow Realm.’

Chi Xiao suddenly felt a bit lucky. ‘It’s a good thing my past enemies were the Heart Slaying Hall and the Demon Race,’ he thought. ‘If I had been fighting the Cyan Sky Sect, I might have perished long ago.’

After Fu Jiange’s attack, Xuehou led the Demon Race forward with a tacit understanding. He knew that at Fu Jiange’s current Realm, he only had the power for that one strike. While that single sword was invincible in this world—even Xuehou himself would have to flee in disgrace if he faced it—unleashing a second would surely mean Fu Jiange’s death.

They were both old men nearing the end of their days, and now they were allies. Xuehou saw no reason to stand by and watch Fu Jiange die. They were old rivals, which was just another kind of friendship. He would tacitly help him handle the rest of the battle.

Chi Xiao came to his senses. ‘If the Cyan Sky Sect were truly that powerful, the Demon Race would have been annihilated long ago instead of just being repeatedly pushed back.’ He instantly realized that such a sword strike could not be used at will. Seeing Xuehou’s advance, everything became clear.

‘If I want to kill Fu Jiange and avenge my men, I’ll have to get through the Demon Race first.’

He forcefully poured all his Demonic Qi into the demonic artifact arm and swiped his claw down from the heavens. A colossal claw shadow, thousands of feet long, materialized, looking as if it would tear the entire Floating Shadow Realm apart.

Without hesitation, Xuehou transformed into his true form—a beast resembling a leopard, a tiger, and a lion—and let out a primordial roar that shook the world.

The soundwave became like a physical barrier, holding back the giant claw.

At that moment, Xuehou created tens of thousands of clones. A seemingly infinite and unending barrage of claw shadows flew toward Chi Xiao.

Meanwhile, the Divinity Transformation Stage and Golden Core Stage experts on both sides clashed. All sorts of Divine Techniques manifested—Divine Light, Cang Shui, Golden Feather—appearing one after another in an endless display.

The Demon Race was instantly at a disadvantage, for the first time tasting what it was like to be on the losing side of a numbers game.

The commotion here naturally attracted the attention of Baili Zhangtu’s army, which rushed over at top speed.

The forces from Heart Slaying Hall and Mo Palace had no time for bravado or honor. They joined the battle instantly, and the already disadvantaged Demon Race was soon pushed into a hopeless situation.

Each of the twelve Upper-Rank Demon Generals was besieged by at least two Divinity Transformation Stage Demon Cultivators, while Chi Xiao himself faced a full five experts of the same stage.

They were Xuehou, Yun Mengshang, Yun Misha, Yun Miqiu, and a desperately fighting Xi Hongkai.

To secure his place within the Demon Race, Xi Hongkai was fighting with his life on the line. His current desperation was a mirror of his past sycophancy toward Chi Xiao. He unleashed his Innate Divine Techniques again and again, with no regard for the cost to his own lifeblood.

He launched one life-risking attack after another with his Silencing World-Destroying Horn.

Chi Xiao, demonic artifact in hand, was filled with rage as he faced Xi Hongkai—rage both at the betrayal and the difficulty of the fight. In terms of Realm, Xi Hongkai was several sub-stages of the Divinity Transformation Stage below him, but the man was just too damn tough. Worse, his Innate Divine Technique was defensive. He would just tank Chi Xiao’s techniques and charge in. Chi Xiao couldn’t even focus his full power on him, because if he did, an attack from Xuehou or Yun Misha would be the end of him.