“Su Yuan!”
Nie Changkong gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand despite his severe injuries.
“I can still fight!”
“I’m not leaving you here alone—”
Before he could finish, Su Yu’s calm, icy voice rang out inside the protective barrier once again, cutting him off mid-speech.
“Leave. Now.”
“You’re only getting in my way.”
Silence.
The barrier fell into a deathly silence once more.
The four Martial Kings exchanged glances, not daring to make a sound.
Nie Changkong stood frozen in place.
The corners of his mouth began twitching uncontrollably.
Getting in the way?!
Did he even hear himself?!
I’m a Martial Emperor!
The vice principal of Capital Martial University!
One of the top combat forces in the Great Xia Kingdom!
And in your eyes, I’m nothing but a burden holding you back?!
Are you afraid the shockwaves from the battle will kill us?!
Nie Changkong felt his blood surge violently in his chest. His throat went sweet, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
That was too hurtful!
The damage caused by those words was practically greater than the slap he had just taken from the Demon Saint!
But then—
Nie Changkong glanced at his own nearly depleted blood-and-qi reserves, drained from burning his origin. He then looked at the four heavily wounded Martial Kings beside him, none of whom could even stand steadily.
He came to the despairing realization that Su Yu was, damn it, telling the truth.
If they stayed, they would do nothing except distract Su Yu and force him to protect them.
They really were burdens!
“Vice Principal…”
The one-armed Martial King swallowed and looked cautiously at Nie Changkong.
“Why don’t we… retreat?”
“Let’s not cause Brother Su any more trouble.”
Trouble!
Those two words stabbed straight into Nie Changkong’s heart like a pair of daggers.
Nie Changkong took a deep breath.
His old face flushed crimson.
He ground his teeth and forced a single word through them.
“Retreat!!!”
Nie Changkong led the four wounded Martial Kings through the opening Su Yu had torn apart. Without looking back, they charged out of the Abyssal Domain.
With those “burdens” gone, Su Yu could finally fight without holding back!
…
Within the Abyssal Domain.
The Demon Saint roared, its enormous body blotting out the sky as countless tentacles thrashed wildly.
“Human insect!”
“Die!”
After confirming that Nie Changkong and the others were safe, Su Yu withdrew all his defensive qi.
Because there was no longer any need for it!
Nine million units of dark-gold divine blood surged through his body.
The perfected Thundershadow Starlight Step was unleashed!
Su Yu vanished from his original position in an instant.
Ignoring air resistance! Ignoring inertia!
The next moment, he appeared directly in front of the Demon Saint’s enormous, blood-red eye!
“Abyss of Annihilation!”
The gray-black spear, carrying a destruction wyrm at the peak of Soul-Forge, shot forward with explosive force!
The Demon Saint was horrified. It hurriedly gathered the abyssal black mist before itself, condensing it into a thick shield.
Whoosh—!
The shield was pierced in an instant, as if it were made of paper!
The spearhead plunged into the Demon Saint’s eyeball!
“Roar—!”
The Demon Saint let out a shrill, agonized scream.
It violently swung its tentacles, trying to smash the insect before it to pieces.
But Su Yu was simply too fast.
His figure blurred, and he vanished once again.
It wasn’t just his spear technique.
The color drained from Su Yu’s deep eyes, leaving them completely transparent.
Martial King-level spiritual power erupted with a thunderous force!
“Formless—Soul Slayer!”
A three-inch-long transparent flying blade condensed in the void.
Ignoring the abyssal qi surrounding the Demon Saint’s massive body, it directly slashed into its sea of consciousness!
A cut to the soul!
The Demon Saint’s enormous body suddenly stiffened.
The agony that came from the depths of its soul nearly knocked it unconscious.
What the hell was this?!
Wasn’t this kid a Martial Spirit?!
His blood-and-qi quality was more terrifying than a Martial Saint’s, fine.
But why was his spiritual power so overwhelming as well?!
Was this really a human?!
He was practically more of a monster than the Abyss itself!!!
…
On the outskirts of the abandoned industrial district.
Nie Changkong and the others slammed into the ground in a sorry heap.
They gasped for breath.
Then they raised their heads and stared at the domain in midair, shrouded in abyssal black mist.
Thunderous explosions and the Demon Saint’s agonized shrieks continuously rang out from within.
The black mist churned violently.
Every so often, a gray-black spear ray or a streak of transparent sharpness tore through the black mist and pierced beyond the domain.
Nie Changkong swallowed.
His throat bobbed with difficulty.
That kid…
Just what level of strength did he possess?
Wasn’t he a little too monstrous?!
Nie Changkong had originally thought that, after unleashing nine million units of blood and qi, Su Yu might be able to barely hold out against the Demon Saint until the Martial Saints arrived to rescue him.
But judging from the noise coming from inside—
This wasn’t merely holding out.
This was a one-sided slaughter!
The Demon Saint was being completely pinned down and beaten!
“Vice Principal…”
The one-armed, scar-faced Martial King’s face was pale, but his eyes were filled with shock and fervor.
“Brother Su Yuan… just what realm is he in?”
“That combat strength is practically fiercer than yours!”
The corner of Nie Changkong’s mouth twitched.
His old face flushed red.
What do you mean, “fiercer than me”?
Drop the “than me”! He completely overwhelms me, all right?!
But he couldn’t say that.
He could only clasp his hands behind his back and put on an air of profound mystery.
“Ahem.”
“Of course I know Su Yuan’s strength.”
“Otherwise, why would I have been willing to let him stay inside alone?”
Just then, several powerful auras tore through the air from above.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several Martial Emperors with blood-and-qi values exceeding one hundred million descended like falling stars.
At the forefront was a burly, one-eyed old man whose left eye was blind.
Lei Qianjue, vice principal of Magic City Martial University!
“Old Nie!”
The moment Lei Qianjue landed, his remaining right eye locked onto the churning Abyssal Domain ahead.
As he sensed the terrifying pressure radiating from within, his expression changed dramatically.
“What’s going on?!”
“Those bastards from the Abyssal Cult actually created a Demon Saint in the outskirts of the capital?!”
Lei Qianjue turned toward Nie Changkong, who was covered in blood.
“Who’s fighting the Demon Saint inside?”
“Did Martial Saint Huo make it here?!”
Faced with Lei Qianjue’s barrage of questions, Nie Changkong fell silent.
He opened his mouth, but had no idea how to explain.
Was he supposed to say that the person inside was a freshman who had just entered university?
If he said that out loud, this old bastard Lei Qianjue would probably gouge out his own eyeball on the spot and stomp on it like a bubble.
Seeing that Nie Changkong wasn’t answering, the scar-faced Martial King beside him couldn’t hold back any longer.
He puffed out his chest, his voice brimming with particularly intense pride.
“Principal Lei!”
“The one fighting the Demon Saint inside isn’t Martial Saint Huo!”
“He’s Vice Principal Nie’s trump card!”
“Brother Su Yuan!”
Lei Qianjue froze.
“Su Yuan? I’ve never heard of anyone by that name.”
“What realm is he in?”
The scar-faced Martial King swallowed and answered in a booming voice.
“A Martial Spirit!”
“His blood-and-qi value is roughly nine million!”
Silence.
The air around them instantly fell into a deathly stillness.
Lei Qianjue’s remaining right eye widened.
The several Martial Emperors behind him also stared at the scar-faced Martial King as if he were an idiot.
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
Lei Qianjue laughed in fury.
He grabbed the scar-faced Martial King by the collar.
“A Martial Spirit with nine million blood and qi?!”
“And he’s fighting the Demon Saint inside?!”
“That’s the Demon Saint!”
“A Demon Saint with over ten billion points of vital energy and an Abyssal Domain of his own!”
“Even if I went in personally, I wouldn’t be confident!”
“By ‘not confident,’ you mean confident he could escape!”
“This isn’t about whether he can win—it’s about whether he can get away!!!”
Lei Qianjue pointed toward the Abyssal Domain ahead, where terrifying explosions continued to erupt.
“And you’re telling me that a Martial Spirit is fighting a Demon Saint in there?”
“And holding his own?”
“Why doesn’t he just ascend to the heavens?!”
The scarred Martial King was being held by the collar, yet he refused to back down.
“Principal Lei, I’m not lying!”
“And it’s not just that they’re evenly matched.”
“He’s completely suppressing the Demon Saint!”
“Feel the situation inside for yourself, and you’ll know!”
Lei Qianjue snorted and released him.
He closed his one eye and cautiously extended his Martial Emperor–level perception toward the Abyssal Domain.
The next second—
Lei Qianjue’s entire body shuddered violently!
He felt it.
A pure, terrifyingly concentrated intent of destruction, as though it could completely annihilate everything in the world!
Fierce!
Overbearing!
And within that spear intent was an even more terrifying spiritual force—one so powerful that even a Martial Emperor like him felt his soul tremble!
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