The Death of the Demon Lord of the South

The Left Envoy glared at Li Hongtao before him: "Stay out of my way."

He intended to kill Jiang Ningshu.

"Your opponent is me!" Li Hongtao refused to back down.

Once again, the battle between them became evenly matched.

Li Hongtao remained extremely cautious. Logically, the enraged Left Envoy should have been even more formidable now.

Yet, he felt the man’s attacks were… ordinary.

No, no—he couldn’t afford to let his guard down. He had already been caught off guard once before. He had to stay sharp and avoid falling for another trick.

Meanwhile, the Left Envoy wondered why Li Hongtao was being so overly cautious. Was it really necessary?

His threat to go after Jiang Ningshu wasn’t even genuine.

With no Heavenly Demon Sect experts left to obstruct her, Jiang Ningshu began her ruthless slaughter.

She cut down every sect member in her path, killing whoever was closest.

"Demon Lord, I once admired you—I still do! Please, spare me!"

"Demon Lord, I knew nothing about your affairs! Don’t kill me!"

"Demon Lord—ahh!"

Desperate to survive, they continued addressing her as "Demon Lord," and given her current strength, she certainly deserved the title.

Yet Jiang Ningshu remained expressionless. Though their words held some truth, it was a shame—such feeble pleas couldn’t sway her.

She slaughtered them without hesitation.

The Right Envoy sensed something amiss. Jiang Ningshu’s power was no joke now. He turned to the Left Envoy and urged, "Let’s retreat. There’s still time to escape."

The Left Envoy didn’t immediately snap his head off for saying that.

"No. We’ve already staked everything. We can’t just run away now."

"Then what do you propose? Your Thousand Falling Thunder Bell is useless now. What other trump cards do you have?"

"None."

"Exactly. So what’s the point?"

"Run, run, run—is that all you know? I already fled once after becoming the Demon Lord. Must I keep running forever?"

"Then tell me, is there any meaning in fighting on? Drop this pointless pride of yours."

"There is meaning—at the very least, I will kill Jiang Ningshu myself."

Yet Li Hongtao stood in his way.

The Heavenly Demon Sect was already struggling to hold its ground against the Seven Stars Sword Sect’s assault.

The Left Envoy saw it too and roared, "Keep pressing forward! Victory is within reach!"

"Our Heavenly Demon Sect is not weak! I will lead you to triumph!"

"Believe in me—you’ve witnessed my strength!"

Even now, the Left Envoy delivered a rousing speech to rally his sect, though its effect was minimal.

The Heavenly Demon Sect members weren’t blind—there was no victory in sight. But fleeing now felt even worse.

They had no choice but to keep fighting.

Li Hongtao remained on high alert. The fact that the Left Envoy had the composure to give speeches mid-battle only proved how dangerous he was.

But the next moment, an attack struck him from behind.

The Left Envoy seized the opportunity and landed another blow.

Li Hongtao coughed up a mouthful of blood as he plummeted from the sky. As he fell, he twisted to see who had ambushed him.

Jiang Ningshu!

He never expected it to be her. Then again, she had never claimed to side with the Seven Stars Sword Sect.

Jiang Ningshu now stood before the Left Envoy. "The nuisance has been dealt with. Now, it’s just between us."

The Left Envoy gritted his teeth. "Jiang Ningshu!"

A flicker of fear crossed his face, but he suppressed it quickly.

"Left Envoy, you haven’t forgotten what you did to me before, have you?"

"Good timing. Killing you will make me the true Demon Lord!"

"Pathetic. You’re not even close to worthy."

Their battle erupted, shaking heaven and earth.

The clash grew more intense, rising higher into the sky until a massive black sphere formed, concealing them within. The sounds of their fierce struggle echoed from within, but nothing could be seen.

Su Luo set up an anti-scrying formation and then stopped.

Jiang Ningshu sheathed her Heavenly Demon Sword. "Well? Still think my acting was bad?"

"Passable."

Just passable—far from professional standards.

But this wasn’t a stage performance. Who would nitpick the details?

Even if there were flaws, they hardly mattered.

Jiang Ningshu moved beside Su Luo. "Seems we had the same idea."

"I figured as much."

The two sat cross-legged in midair, doing absolutely nothing.

That’s right—they were slacking off.

Jiang Ningshu had killed enough to satisfy herself and found no more amusement in it, so she sought out Su Luo.

She rarely engaged in battles to begin with, and one-sided slaughter held no appeal.

Su Luo felt the same. Dealing with Li Hongtao had been tedious—his moves were rigid, offering no thrill.

Now, they only had to wait for Lin Xuan to slay the South End Demon Lord, and this whole affair would be over.

Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu lounged inside the black sphere, lazily observing the battles below.

Occasionally, they offered commentary—pure idleness.

Jiang Ningshu suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, when do I return to your side?"

Being out here was boring.

"Soon. It won’t be long."

Once the Heavenly Demon Sect was finished, Su Luo would no longer need to play the role of the Left Envoy. Then, it would be time for leisure again.

"Good."

They resumed watching the battles below.

Meanwhile, Nangong Xiyun stared at the black sphere in the sky. She had no doubt Su Luo and Jiang Ningshu were slacking off inside.

But she couldn’t afford to do the same.

Nangong Xiyun’s plan had been simple: first, she disguised herself as the East Extreme Demon Lord, unleashed a few attacks, and then gradually withdrew.

Afterward, she changed forms and secretly picked off Heavenly Demon Sect members.

Her disguise was random—her true identity couldn’t appear, since the East Extreme Demon Lord was supposed to be fighting her.

So now, she covertly eliminated sect members while protecting Seven Stars Sword Sect disciples. No slacking for her.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan and the South End Demon Lord had reached the climax of their battle.

Only the two of them remained standing—everyone else who had fought the demon lord lay severely wounded, unable to continue.

The South End Demon Lord was covered in injuries, and Lin Xuan wasn’t faring much better.

They clashed once more.

Despite facing multiple opponents earlier, the South End Demon Lord hadn’t lost—after all, he was no ordinary Void Refinement expert.

But even this had to end.

The demon lord, consumed by fury, poured all his remaining power into one final strike. "A brat like you could never defeat me! I am one of the Four Great Heavenly Demons—the South End Demon Lord!"

Lin Xuan roared back, "I don’t care who you are! I’ll crush you all the same!"

"Arrogant fool! Die—Demonic Source Surge!"

A torrent of demonic energy surged toward Lin Xuan—darkness, resentment, and pure evil condensed into one overwhelming force.

Lin Xuan refused to yield. He gathered immense spiritual energy in his fists, the faint roar of dragons echoing around him.

"Break through everything—Bone-Shattering Twin Dragon Fist!"

He charged straight into the demonic tide.

What should have been an even match turned into a one-sided breakthrough. The moment Lin Xuan’s fists met the demonic surge, he tore through it effortlessly.

Like splitting bamboo, his attack cleaved the South End Demon Lord’s technique apart—unstoppable!

Boom!

Lin Xuan stood behind the demon lord, his fists buried deep in the man’s back.

The South End Demon Lord’s vitality drained rapidly. His pupils dimmed as he struggled in vain for one last act of defiance.

He died with his eyes wide open—unable to comprehend how he had fallen to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan wasn’t much better off. To kill the demon lord, he had pushed himself far beyond his limits.

Seeing his enemy finally dead, he collapsed, unconscious.