Don't Say It's Heavy

Beyond the Shattered Bone Abyss, a terrifying aura slowly began to rise.

Nangong Xiyun gathered her power into her sword, which emitted a cyan-blue glow.

With a single slash, an overwhelmingly powerful sword energy surged downward.

The sheer scale of the attack made it impossible for others to remain unaware.

The Right Envoy had emerged unnoticed and, facing the incoming sword energy, showed no panic.

"Disperse!"

As his command echoed, Nangong Xiyun’s sword energy truly began to unravel, its power dissipating.

Yet, the dispersion wasn’t fast enough—the slash still descended, though greatly weakened.

BOOM!

The ground split open in a massive fissure, and those unfortunate enough to fail dodging were obliterated without a trace.

The Right Envoy’s face darkened. He had underestimated Nangong Xiyun. "Have you come here to die?" he sneered.

"Yes—to deliver death to you," she replied, raising her sword once more.

"Hold! Nine Revolutions Heavenly Thunder!" the Right Envoy commanded.

Nangong Xiyun stiffened as an invisible force bound her, though she broke free almost instantly.

But a moment was all he needed—a thunderbolt three meters thick crashed down, striking her squarely.

Yet she strode out of the lightning unharmed, casually extinguishing it with a flick of her blade.

The two had only exchanged probing strikes.

The Right Envoy’s signature technique was "Words of Power," a form of verbal sorcery. Yet its limitations were clear—formidable, but not invincible.

Then, a cacophony of voices engulfed the Shattered Bone Abyss:

"Damnable Heavenly Demon Sect—today, you’ll pay!"

"There’s no escape now! Justice will be served!"

"Kill! Kill! KILL!"

Allied sects swarmed into view, launching assaults large and small.

Among them, Lin Xuan charged ahead.

"Blazing Doppelgängers!"

Flames spilled from his body, coalescing into fiery clones that surged in all directions.

The newly acquired Pearl of Extremes amplified his flames, making them burn fiercer.

These clones weren’t for combat—they were bombs.

Their explosions tore through the enemy ranks, clearing Lin Xuan’s path.

His bonded beast, the Riftgod Tiger, now fully grown, fought at his side.

Suddenly, Di Haoran descended, unleashing his full oppressive aura. Regardless of the battle’s outcome, dominance had to be asserted first.

Though the assault had just begun, Di Haoran was pleased. His goal was annihilation—these Heavenly Demon Sect scum deserved no less.

"Members of the Heavenly Demon Sect—none of you will leave this place alive tonight!"

His voice reverberated through every corner of the abyss.

"How... unexpected. This ambush has indeed inconvenienced us," the Left Envoy drawled, emerging with a matching surge of pressure to counter Di Haoran’s.

"An eye for an eye. Had I not returned in time, your filth would’ve defiled my Emperor Heaven Sect beyond recognition," Di Haoran spat, fury simmering.

"Ah, what a pity that day. Care to share why you turned back?"

"Die."

Di Haoran had no intention of answering—or wasting words. He struck immediately.

Eighteen Demon-Slaying Strikes: Raging Dragon’s Wrath!

"Tch." The Left Envoy smirked, using his body to deflect the attack toward the allied forces.

Di Haoran swiftly reeled in his power, preventing collateral damage—control perfected.

Seeing his ploy fail, the Left Envoy lashed out with his remaining strength.

Di Haoran cleaved him in half.

A clone!

The true Left Envoy attacked from behind.

Di Haoran countered with a backhanded slash, forcing him back. "Pathetic tricks."

"Pathetic? Let’s test that."

Dozens of Left Envoys materialized—these clones were different. Indistinguishable from the original, they left Di Haoran struggling to discern reality.

Meanwhile, the battlefield erupted into total chaos as the allied sects and the Heavenly Demon Sect clashed in full force.

Amid the turmoil, Su Luo arrived. Without hesitation, he moved toward Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan, hypervigilant against the sect’s underhanded tactics, reacted instinctively when Su Luo appeared before him, his face twisted with exaggerated malice.

"Your life ends here, Lin Xuan!"

Lin Xuan’s fist lashed out—

And Su Luo went flying.

...Wait. Was that Su Luo?

Lin Xuan turned to where his "enemy" had landed.

Su Luo lay motionless.

Why so fast this time?

Lin Xuan frowned. There had to be a message in this.

Think. What’s he conveying?

Then—inspiration.

If he’s "defeated" so easily... does that mean the path ahead is clear? That I can advance without worry?

...Got it. Message received, Su Luo.

With renewed resolve, Lin Xuan pressed forward.

Since Su Luo had acknowledged him, Lin Xuan’s combat prowess surged, and he fearlessly charged forward, breaking through the encirclement of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Meanwhile, Su Luo lay flat on the ground, playing dead, waiting for the right moment to sneak back and observe the Demon Lord’s actions. If the Demon Lord didn’t act, she’d just have to do whatever was necessary.

Having a minor role was great—minimal effort, maximum results.

However, after a while, Li Siyi suddenly appeared near Su Luo and collapsed right on top of her.

“Oof—”

“Don’t you dare say ‘you’re heavy’!”

Li Siyi cut Su Luo off before she could speak. What could Su Luo do but swallow her words? It was only natural to complain after being unexpectedly squashed while peacefully lying down.

The two of them now resembled corpses, motionless.

Li Siyi stayed pressed against Su Luo, her face slightly flushed—though Su Luo, facedown, couldn’t see it.

Even if Su Luo couldn’t see, the faint sound of Li Siyi’s breathing near her ear made the situation feel... odd.

The battlefield around them was chaotic, and no one would notice such a thing—after all, losing focus even for a second could cost them their lives.

Su Luo whispered, “You’re not here to slack off, are you?”

Slacking off was normal for her, but not for Li Siyi.

“I’m not slacking. Right now, I’m battling you, my enemy.”

“Spare me. I’ve already lost all combat ability.”

“Just kidding. I’ll leave soon—let me rest here a bit.”

Since opportunities like this were rare, Su Luo didn’t resist. It was the perfect moment for physical contact.

Li Siyi nestled against Su Luo’s back, finding it as comforting as ever.

But soon, Li Siyi got up. She hadn’t forgotten her actual duties—lingering like this in the middle of battle was already unfair to her teammates.

“Alright, I’m heading back to fight.”

“Mm, good luck.”

As an acquaintance, Su Luo naturally offered encouragement.

“I’ve absorbed a lot of strength from you. I feel much stronger now.”

“Don’t say weird things like that. You’re not a succubus.”

“What’s a succubus?”