Nascent Soul Perfection.
Su Luo thought Jiang Ningshu had reached her limit. Everyone said she alone was enough, but now—look at this mischief, giving the Left Envoy a false scare.
The Left Envoy’s expression was almost comical, as if he were about to wet himself in fear.
Yet, even after reaching Nascent Soul Perfection, Jiang Ningshu’s cultivation continued to rise, breaking through in an instant.
Void Refinement!
Su Luo tilted her head, face full of confusion.
No, no, how could you break through?! Where did this go wrong?
Su Luo racked her brain but couldn’t recall ever revealing the methods for the second stage or beyond.
And still, Jiang Ningshu’s power climbed.
Su Luo was utterly baffled. Though her expression wasn’t quite as exaggerated as the Left Envoy’s, shock was shock all the same.
Finally, under the stunned gazes of Su Luo and the Left Envoy, Jiang Ningshu’s cultivation stabilized firmly at Void Refinement Perfection.
It had been a long time since she’d unleashed her full strength. Jiang Ningshu flexed her power, casually swinging her sword a few times.
Just those few slashes sent tremors through the entire palace.
There was still a gap compared to her peak, but regaining this level of strength was more than enough.
Then she noticed Su Luo’s jaw-dropping expression—exaggerated, perhaps, but undeniably rare.
Jiang Ningshu couldn’t help but smirk. "This is about as far as my cultivation goes. Su Luo, what do you think? Not bad, right?"
Nothing brought her more joy than shocking her allies, especially when that ally was Su Luo.
This look of utter disbelief on your face—this is exactly what I wanted. So satisfying.
"How did you do this?" Su Luo was at a loss for words. Lately, too many things had defied her expectations. Her shock quota was maxed out.
"Want to know? Deal with him first. Or do you plan to spare his life?"
"No. Kill him." Su Luo’s voice was icy.
If even the East Extreme Demon Lord’s death hadn’t caused issues, the Left Envoy’s wouldn’t either.
At worst, she could just impersonate the Left Envoy later.
From the moment the Left Envoy had picked a fight, reconciliation was off the table.
Su Luo had no intention of showing him mercy.
"Then he dies."
The two spoke of killing the Left Envoy as casually as slaughtering a chicken, which only fueled his fury.
But beneath the anger, he also felt a flicker of relief—at least the Demon Lord was only at Void Refinement Perfection.
No need to beg for his life.
As the two raised their swords against him, the Left Envoy clung to the pride of a Great Ascension cultivator.
"You’re the ones who’ll die! The might of Great Ascension isn’t something the two of you can overcome, even together!"
His clones surged forward, wielding an array of weapons—eighteen different arms, each a deadly threat.
But no one understood Great Ascension better than Su Luo.
And Jiang Ningshu had once been a Great Ascension expert herself.
Did the Left Envoy really think he could intimidate them?
Su Luo stepped forward, sword flashing. Jiang Ningshu moved in perfect sync, never falling behind.
The horde of clones was useless—no advantage gained from surrounding them.
But the Left Envoy wasn’t worried. As long as he could wear them down...
Unfortunately, he’d underestimated Su Luo’s eyes. She had no intention of wasting energy on clones.
Amid the swarm, Su Luo locked onto the Left Envoy’s true body in an instant. With a brief charge, she struck—swift and unexpected.
The Left Envoy barely dodged, blending back into his clones. His movement techniques were top-tier, allowing him to swap places with his clones—though the cost was steep.
Yet the moment he repositioned, another blade came for him.
The Left Envoy countered, lashing out at Su Luo.
But this time, Su Luo’s offense surpassed his.
Just before the strike landed, he evaded and vanished into the clone sea again.
"Jiang Ningshu, fourth from the right," Su Luo called.
Without hesitation, Jiang Ningshu’s Demon Slayer Sword cleaved toward the Left Envoy.
He barely blocked, but his weapon shattered in the process.
Waving a hand, he sent clones to intercept the Demon Lord’s advance.
His eyes darted to Su Luo. Luck?
No, it didn’t feel like luck.
The Left Envoy decided Su Luo had to die first.
But Su Luo, with her damage immunity, was in some ways even harder to kill than the Demon Lord.
Cutting through the clones, Su Luo pressed relentlessly toward the Left Envoy’s main body.
Jiang Ningshu guarded her flank, minimizing distractions from the clones.
"Don’t think this is enough to defeat me!"
The Left Envoy was rattled. No one had ever seen through his clones so easily. He’d always been the one toying with others using them.
Now, they were useless. How infuriating.
"Black Lightning!"
Every clone raised a palm, unleashing dark bolts of electricity.
An all-encompassing, inescapable assault.
Without a word, Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu moved as one, deflecting the barrage seamlessly.
This was their first real collaboration, yet their synergy was flawless.
Each anticipated the other’s moves effortlessly—what more could one ask for in a teammate?
The Left Envoy was starting to feel the pressure.
Su Luo was no pushover, and the Demon Lord’s cultivation was formidable.
Why? Just when victory was within his grasp, it slipped further away.
Years of planning—wasted?
He refused to accept it. Without hesitation, he went all out.
The clones multiplied.
"You won’t stop me! You’ll both die here!"
This time, the Left Envoy didn’t hide. He led the charge, surrounded by a dense shield of clones.
Close combat, ranged attacks, buffs, debuffs—he had it all.
A one-man army, relentless in his assault.
For the first time, Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu felt the strain.
But this still wasn’t enough to defeat them.
Then Su Luo spoke. "Jiang Ningshu, use your dual blades."
"Fine."
Jiang Ningshu drew a second sword. The moment twin blades met, her aura shifted again.
Sword energy crisscrossed, her attacks growing sharper, deadlier.
But this wasn’t what Su Luo had meant.
"I meant—let me be your second blade."
Jiang Ningshu paused, considering. "Can you? No, of course you can."
She remembered—Su Luo never made promises she couldn’t keep.
And the idea? Jiang Ningshu liked it. No, she loved it. It felt... powerful.
Wordlessly, she tossed aside the spare sword—impaling several clones midair—then turned, standing back-to-back with Su Luo.
Both raised their blades in perfect unison.
The Left Envoy didn’t understand. He’d never seen the Demon Lord wield dual swords, but their stance alone set off alarms.
But retreat wasn’t an option now. "Tricks won’t save you! Die!"
The clones rushed in again.
Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu moved as one.
Their swords flowed like water—one thrust, the other followed, complementing each other flawlessly.
Twin Blades, One Heart.
Their strikes wove together, forming an unstoppable offense.
Blades danced, clones fell like wheat before the scythe.
This time, the horde didn’t suppress them. Instead, they were mowed down effortlessly.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
