sinovels Chapter 103 The Final Battle
Chapter 103 The Final Battle
The moment the stone door was pushed open, a thick black mist surged out from inside, rushing towards Zhou Ning like a living thing.
The fog carried a biting chill and a nauseating stench, as if countless dead souls were wailing within it.
Zhou Ning circulated his true essence throughout his body, and the golden protective aura blocked the mist outside, but the chill still made him shiver.
The stone chamber was even more eerie than the last time I visited.
The runes on the wall were no longer dim, but glowed with an eerie black light, as if blood was flowing within them.
The stone slabs on the ground were cracked in countless places, and black liquid was constantly seeping out of the cracks, emitting a pungent smell.
In the center of the stone chamber, the Black Mountain Demon sat cross-legged in mid-air, surrounded by thick black mist.
His eyes were closed and his face was contorted, as if he were enduring immense pain.
Above his head floated a long, jet-black sword.
A dark red light flowed across the sword, as if blood were flowing within it.
A fist-sized black gem is inlaid on the hilt of the sword, and within the gem, one can vaguely see countless distorted faces struggling in agony.
It was the evil weapon that Yan Chixia had taken away earlier.
Zhou Ning felt a chill run down his spine.
Wasn't that evil weapon taken away by Master?
How did I end up here?
Could something have happened to Master?
"You've arrived."
The Black Mountain Demon opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils staring at Zhou Ning, a strange smile playing on his lips.
"I've been waiting for you for so long."
Zhou Ning gripped the Qingfeng Sword tightly and poured his true essence into it.
Golden light flowed across the sword, creating a stark contrast with the black mist in the room.
"How did that evil weapon end up in your hands?"
The Black Mountain Demon laughed.
"You think Yan Chixia can seal it? You're too naive. This sword was forged with the blood and resentment of tens of thousands of people. Its power far exceeds your imagination. Yan Chixia tried to purify it with Buddhist teachings, but instead, it backfired on him, and he was seriously injured."
Zhou Ning's heart sank.
Master is seriously injured?
No wonder he hasn't shown up these past few days.
"You're talking nonsense!" he gritted his teeth and said.
"How could you, a demon, possibly compare to Master's cultivation?"
The Black Mountain Demon sneered.
Believe it or not. But you'll soon see him for yourself in the underworld.
He raised his hand, and the black longsword above his head slowly fell into his hand.
The dark red light on the sword grew stronger and stronger, illuminating the entire stone chamber as if it were a sea of blood.
"This sword is called 'Soul Eater'."
"It is an unparalleled evil weapon forged with the blood of ten thousand people as a catalyst and the resentment of a thousand years as a fire. With it, I will be the ruler of the three realms."
He swung his longsword, and a black sword aura shot out, heading straight for Zhou Ning.
Zhou Ning was prepared and dodged the sword energy with a swift movement.
At the same time, he slashed out with his sword, and golden sword energy met the attack head-on.
"boom!"
The two forces collided, producing a deafening explosion.
The stone chamber shook violently, and the runes on the walls began to flicker.
Zhou Ning was forced back several steps, his hands and feet going numb.
The Black Mountain Demon remained unmoved, his eyes filled with contempt.
"Early stage of Golden Core, Grade One Golden Core, indeed impressive. But before the Soul Devouring Sword, it's nothing but an ant."
He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and poured all his demonic energy into the sword.
The dark red light on the sword grew stronger and brighter, illuminating the entire stone chamber as if it were daytime.
"Prepare to die!"
He unleashed a sword strike.
A massive black sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword, like a black dragon, carrying a world-destroying power, heading straight for Zhou Ning.
Zhou Ning gritted his teeth, concentrated all the true energy in his body into the tip of the sword, and unleashed the ultimate move of the "Demon Slayer Technique".
He combined the "Demon-Slaying Slash", "Sky-Splitting Slash", and sword control techniques to create this sword.
A dazzling golden light shone from the Qingfeng Sword.
The light grew stronger and brighter, like a small sun, dispelling all the surrounding darkness.
"This sword is prepared for all the people you have killed."
Zhou Ning unleashed a sword strike.
A massive golden sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword, like a golden dragon, colliding with the black sword aura.
"boom--!"
The two forces collided, unleashing a deafening roar.
The walls of the stone chamber began to collapse, and rubble from the roof fell down.
The stone slabs on the ground were blown away, revealing the black soil underneath.
The golden and black sword energies were locked in a stalemate for a moment. Finally, the golden sword energy gained the upper hand, shattering the black sword energy. Its momentum remained undiminished, heading straight for the Black Mountain Demon.
The Black Mountain Demon's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly raised his Soul-Devouring Sword to block.
"boom!"
The golden sword energy struck the Soul-Devouring Sword, producing a loud bang.
The Black Mountain Demon was blasted away, crashing into the wall and spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
A small crack appeared on the Soul-Devouring Sword, and the dark red light on the sword body dimmed considerably.
"You...you actually..." The Black Mountain Demon's eyes were filled with shock.
Zhou Ning was panting heavily, his true energy almost completely depleted.
But he did not fall; he gritted his teeth and stared intently at the Black Mountain Demon.
"This sword strike is for my master."
He raised the Green Edge Sword again, and golden light shone on its blade once more.
Although much weaker than before, it is still sharp.
A flicker of fear flashed in the eyes of the Black Mountain Demon.
"madman!"
Zhou Ning did not answer, but instead unleashed a sword strike.
The second golden sword energy headed straight for the Black Mountain Demon.
The Black Mountain Demon dared not take the sword energy head-on, and dodged it with a flash.
The sword energy struck the wall behind him, causing it to explode instantly and revealing the dark night sky outside.
Zhou Ning stumbled and almost fell.
His vision began to blur, and he felt waves of intense pain emanating from his meridians.
"Again!"
He bit his tongue, and the sharp pain brought him back to his senses.
He raised the Green Edge Sword again, and golden light shone on its blade once more.
This time, the light was very weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.
The Black Mountain Demon looked at him, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
"You are a worthy opponent," he said slowly.
"But today, you must die."
He raised the Soul-Devouring Sword and poured the last bit of demonic energy from his body into it.
The dark red light on the sword shone again, though not as strong as before, it was still deadly.
"Prepare to die!"
He unleashed a sword strike.
The black sword energy shot straight towards Zhou Ning.
Zhou Ning no longer had the strength to dodge.
He closed his eyes, awaiting death.
However, at that moment, a golden sword light descended from the sky, slashing straight at the Black Mountain Demon.
The Black Mountain Demon's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly dodged. The sword light grazed his body, slicing the Soul-Devouring Sword in his hand in two.
"What?!"
The Black Mountain Demon stared at the broken sword in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.
At the entrance of the stone chamber, Yan Chixia stood with his hands behind his back, holding an ancient longsword.
His body emanated a sharp sword aura, which contrasted sharply with the black aura of the Black Mountain Demon.
His face was pale and his breath was weak, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured, but his eyes remained firm.
"Black Mountain, now you have no one left to rely on. Your death is near."
Yan Chixia flashed forward and charged towards the Black Mountain Demon.
The Black Mountain Demon tried to dodge, but his injuries were too severe, and he couldn't escape at all.
"Pfft!"
The longsword pierced his chest, and black blood gushed out.
The Black Mountain Demon stared wide-eyed at the sword in his chest in disbelief before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
"This sword..."