I Didn't Look Down on You

Dongsheng Divine Continent, Lotus Pool.

A dazzling radiance completely overwhelmed every other form of spiritual power and technique.

The force of faith and origin power surrounding Polo was entirely absorbed by the authority residing in its heart. In the end, they transformed into a completely different energy, and even the crimson trident in its hand changed color.

The rank of an authority was ultimately something entirely different. Even a Heavenly Demon could not control it and could only make use of it.

If one wished to wield it completely, then one could only allow oneself to be controlled by the authority.

Moreover, this control was likely irreversible—until the wielder fell.

To use it was to bring about the end of one’s own will.

The face of Polo Rakshasa now carried a faint air of holiness. The transformation seemed to have occurred in an instant.

When everyone clashed with Polo again, they discovered that the Heavenly Demon, who had previously still considered blocking and parrying, had completely changed.

Every move now focused solely on offense, with no defense at all. Attacks it could withstand were met without a block, while attacks it could not endure were merely avoided enough to prevent a fatal blow before being forcibly endured.

The authority’s might was also being displayed to its fullest through this Heavenly Demon of faith.

A single sweep of its trident split the sky.

The rhythm of the Dao reversed, and all techniques were swept away.

Polo’s figure charged recklessly toward every Tribulation Transcender it could see in all directions. Its disregard for injury forced open a sliver of space for a time.

The blood mist formed from Hengwang was still fleeing. Its divine sense reached toward Polo.

In the next instant, Polo’s figure crossed the battlefield and directly intercepted Bai Xuanling and Huang Miao as they pursued Hengwang.

Bai Xuanling gazed at Polo, which had appeared before him to block the way. Without avoiding its current imposing bulk, he lightly shook Qingming in his hand and raised it, sending a streak of azure light slashing forth.

Polo did not alter its charge in the slightest. Its body merely shifted a little to the side before colliding directly with the streak of azure light.

Blood splattered. The Dao rhythm around it was damaged, and a large portion of Polo’s chest was cut away.

Polo’s gaze remained calm. It simply drove the trident it had already raised viciously toward Bai Xuanling.

In terms of strength, Polo at this moment was truly not necessarily inferior to Bai Xuanling by even half a realm.

Polo’s all-out offensive strike left Bai Xuanling no opportunity to turn aside. However, Bai Xuanling had not lost his reason. With a glance upward, sword intent swept over his entire body.

Boom!

Bai Xuanling’s sword intent protected him, but he was still blasted away by that purely offensive strike.

Sword intent continued to annihilate the flesh around Polo’s chest, but Polo paid it no heed. Its body merely shot upward toward Bai Xuanling.

“Just stall it. Don’t really trade injuries with something that has lost its mind.”

Chu Xingchen sent the warning through his divine sense.

“Understood. But you’d better not get carried away either, brat.”

Bai Xuanling’s reply followed close behind.

Hearing this, Chu Xingchen finally relaxed. Tightening his grip on Wanban, he released a surge of righteous qi that drew everyone’s attention.

In the past ten million years, not a single cultivator of righteous qi had managed to reach the Tribulation Transcendence realm.

For one thing, possessing righteous qi required an exceptionally rare state of mind. On top of that, one also needed unparalleled cultivation talent. For the two to come together—and for the cultivator to possess the opportunities and backing needed to reach the end—the combined probability was essentially zero.

As everyone’s divine senses swept across the battlefield, they discovered that this Tribulation Transcender of righteous qi was actually Chu Xingchen. They were stunned beyond words.

The Black-hearted Brat, famous throughout the outside world, truly possessed a heart of righteousness?

Could it be that they had genuinely misjudged him before, measuring a gentleman’s heart with a villain’s mind?

Chu Xingchen had no time to pay attention to the divine senses probing him from all sides. He watched as the faint, pure qi circulating around Polo began to flow toward Hengwang as well. The enormous amount of turbid qi that continued to surge forward and throw itself to its death poured toward Hengwang like a cascading river.

Such a massive amount of qi should not have moved so silently. Yet it was indeed silent.

Was it a grand formation, a spell, or the might of some authority?

But the situation was too chaotic at this moment. The Three Sects’ cultivators who could obey Chu Xingchen’s commands were deliberately being obstructed and lured, leaving them unable to escape the area where the Heavenly Demons were fighting.

As for the Immortal Sect cultivators who had come to provide support, they almost completely ignored Chu Xingchen’s instructions. At most, they would intervene when a Heavenly Demon attempted to attack him. More often, however, they simply paid him no attention.

Chu Xingchen naturally felt somewhat helpless, but he also understood that the situation could no longer be changed. Rather than complain, he might as well do what he could and try to salvage the situation, breaking through the trump card Polo had kept hidden.

Righteous qi swept outward, accompanied by flickering golden light.

Chu Xingchen wielded Wanban and sent a sword sweeping toward Hengwang’s fleeing form.

Hengwang knew that once it was entangled, it would be difficult to employ any further escape techniques. It simply abandoned the protective treasures and escape talismans it had been saving, enduring the remaining attacks head-on.

In Chu Xingchen’s eyes, Hengwang’s target was exceptionally clear within the expanse of turbid qi.

Its dispersion into flowing mist was merely a technique and spell. Its own will could not be dispersed in the same manner.

A single trace of true intent was extremely difficult to peel away.

Before the supreme treasure of the Xuanqing Heavenly Sect, everything was stripped down to its original form.

Chu Xingchen crashed down, the righteous sword in his hand piercing through the air.

Righteous qi was truly the natural enemy of this blood qi. It melted away like snow beneath the sun. Wanban pierced through every layer of protection and precisely nailed Hengwang within the blood mist. The sword intent reversed direction, attempting to drag Hengwang back.

Hengwang’s expression was startled, but its reaction was extremely swift. It immediately abandoned a portion of itself and forcibly tore free.

In a clash between Tribulation Transcenders, a single instant was enough.

Chu Xingchen’s figure had already pressed close before Hengwang. With a lift of his hand, Wanban transformed into a deep azure hue, and a sword came slashing down.

Hengwang sensed the lethal killing intent behind it. It understood that if it did not resist, there was an eighty percent chance it would perish at Chu Xingchen’s hands. It turned and raised the short blade in its hand to block, blood qi boiling as it surged toward Chu Xingchen in one overwhelming rush.

Boom!

The Yingling Great Art directly swept away the blood mist, leaving behind a crisp, chilling sword intent.

Hengwang’s body was sent flying by the slash, blood scattering through the air. It hurriedly stabilized itself and quickly locked onto Chu Xingchen, who was closing in at terrifying speed, with its divine sense.

A blue light faintly appeared at the edge of the sky. Hengwang instantly knew that something was wrong.

It clenched the short sword in its hand and gritted its teeth, intending to receive the attack head-on. Then its expression suddenly changed to one of astonishment.

Because what approached was not Chu Xingchen’s unreasonable divine ability.

It was Chu Xingchen himself, along with Wanban pressed against its short sword, radiating a faint, bewitching purple light—and the same bewitching purple radiance reflected in Chu Xingchen’s eyes, as though he were utterly intoxicated.

The Baiqing Great Art was unleashed at that very moment.

Hengwang’s expression twisted ferociously for an instant, but it soon fell into a daze. Then it revealed a wild, arrogant smile, its voice brimming with triumph.

“Hahaha! It’s over!”

“Chu Xingchen, what use was killing so many Heavenly Demons? You still lost, didn’t you?”

“Though Polo died, it won!”

Hengwang gripped the short sword in its hand. Its expression was filled with utter satisfaction as it did not hesitate to reverse the blade and stab it into its own heart.

“So-called Heaven’s will is nothing more than this! In the end, it is still us—who are superior!”

As its voice fell, the light and turbid qi instantly seethed into motion.

Hengwang’s body transformed into spreading blood mist. The light and turbid qi flowed through it in an orderly fashion, seemingly preparing to form some kind of grand formation.

However, the amount Hengwang had accumulated was still far from enough to complete such a formation.

Everyone’s eyes turned toward Hengwang, which had suddenly died, and the grand formation appearing amid the dispersing blood mist.

Chu Xingchen’s eyes were half-lowered. His body could not conceal its extreme exhaustion, but when he saw the incomplete formation, he finally let out a breath of relief.

If this was Polo’s ultimate move…

Chu Xingchen’s thoughts came to a complete halt.

A powerful aura suddenly surged up behind him. Though his divine sense had already detected it, he still turned around in disbelief.

Polo stood suspended in midair, his figure beginning to dissipate like mist. His usually merciless gaze now held a hint of admiration as he stared directly at Chu Xingchen.

His voice remained as calm as ever:

“I never underestimated you.”

“But you underestimated me.”