Chapter 1501: Conclusion

Chapter 1501: Conclusion

Bang! The totem pole shattered, sending rocks flying everywhere.

Taowu's head tilted to one side with his eye wide open.

Li Qingshan glared at Taowu, gasping heavily, but he emitted no sound, like the magma surging below the earth, keeping it all within his chest.

Silence, silence, either erupting in silence or dying in silence.

He took a step forward and whirled the totem pole, slamming down viciously again!

Taowu staggered backwards, so Li Qingshan advanced again and smashed again!

Bang! Bang! Bang! The totem pole shattered section by section.

Li Qingshan advanced, Taowu retreated.

Whether it were the Human Sovereigns or the Demon Sovereigns, they all behaved like they had received a sobering strike over the head. They jerked awake from their dreams, only to sink into another dream. Gods retreat as well? All while being forced back by a "man" too!?

The blood-red swirl in the sky that shrank gradually suddenly expanded again, producing whistling sounds.

The Twelve Citadel Demon Formation of the Ominous collapsed rapidly. The totem poles were like dominoes, falling one by one.

But at this moment, Li Qingshan stopped. Even with the endless Strength of the Earth and the undying body of asura, he could no longer suppress his wounds anymore. His will had reached its limit.

His heaving chest abruptly halted. Then he let out a furious roar, like it had been unleashed from the depths of the earth. His blood was the magma, and his shattered bones were the rocks.

The roar tore through the silence in the surroundings. Those lofty Human Sovereigns and all the cowards felt fear and shock, like they were facing another Demon God. The ordinary soldiers and all the heroes in the world let out a similar roar.

Taowu's expression finally changed. At this moment, man overwhelmed god.

"You really are..."

Li Qingshan leaned against the remaining half of the totem pole. Two giants faced one another.

Taowu was solemn, like he was facing another god, not a Human Sovereign. He asked again, "Who are you?"

"Li Qingshan." Li Qingshan finally replied.

Taowu laughed, but it was not out of mockery. He laughed extremely freely, laughing like a mortal.

"Very well. I've remembered that name. We will meet again."

Li Qingshan was indifferent like a god, spitting out a single word, "Definitely."

By then, the final totem pole fell slowly, and Taowu's figure shrank rapidly. He was like a great, black tree, where all of its leaves had fallen and its branches had been cut, leaving behind a lonely trunk and a few protruding offshoots. He was like an arm with all of its fingers severed.

A voice rang out from within, "Last of all, let me clean up the trash that wastes resources!"

At that instant, several dozen logs erupted out!

Ke Xin felt like she was facing her doom. Before she could even respond, she felt her chest ache, having been pierced by a log already. She tried to flee with her Yang Soul without any regard, but her Yang Soul had been pinned within the body by the log.

"No..."

The log immediately split again and again. A black branch the thickness of a finger shot out from her beautiful eyes. Her charming face became covered in twigs, such that her expression was frozen. She fell out of the air silently.

At that instant, six direct disciples perished. Their bodies were destroyed, together with their souls.

Li Qingshan shut his eyes and furrowed his brows. He thought of Ruan Yaozhu.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! A few black logs shot past him, but none of them landed on him.

The only direct disciple that had not been targeted was Li Liehuo.

He woke up from the darkness and asked in doubt, "Am I still alive?"

If he were slain by a Demon God, his soul should have been destroyed as well. He would not even be able to enter saṃsāra. However, this neither seemed like the Hell realm nor the Asura realm.

"You damned bastard!" Huo Hua wept in joy, pulling him firmly into her arms.

Taowu seemed to be in a hurry to kill Li Qingshan, such that he did not unleash his full strength, or perhaps the Scorching Fire Army God had blocked much of the damage. The hair-like strand of dark light only injured his consciousness severely, leaving him unconscious.

Li Qingshan opened his eyes. He ignored the beckoning of the Asura realm and turned his back on the cheers of the people, making his way towards Black Cloud city.

"Quick, use this opportunity to kill him! The battle has ended up like this! If we lose, you know what our fate is!"

Ying Zhe pointed at Li Qingshan's figure and ordered with a threat, charging over first.

The Demon Sovereigns looked at one another and knew that Ying Zhe was right. If they lost this battle, they would face severe punishment even as Demon Sovereigns, let alone deserting the battle, which would definitely result in death. They also charged over. Ying Zhe was in the lead anyway. If it did not work out, they could just leave him behind and push all the blame onto him. Dead people could not dispute any accusations.

With a wave of her hand, the pale-white hand condensed from the Samādhi Flames of White Bone instead skipped over Ying Zhe in the lead, reaching towards another Demon Sovereign.

"Why?" The Demon Sovereign was startled, only to see Ying Zhe arrive behind Li Qingshan and shatter like a soap bubble. "Ying Zhe, fuck you and your mother!"

He immediately unleashed his demon heart, wanting to demonify and put up one final struggle, but the pale-white hand seemed to possess a power similar to the receiving light of the buddha. It completely suppressed his demonic powers. It closed around him gently and shattered him.

Ying Zhe appeared fifty kilometres away, fleeing towards the Demon domain desperately. He glanced back. "Bunch of fools!"

That was a man that even a Demon God could not kill, yet they still had the courage to attack him as measly Demon Sovereigns. Let alone being incapable of killing him, even if they actually killed him... He could not help but shiver. He was that existence's successor. His death alone was enough to throw the Demon domain into turmoil.

He secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he had the Bubble of Dreams, which allowed him to escape.

At this moment, a sinister voice rang out, "Ying Zhe, where are you going?"

"The Faceless Heretic God!"

With Ying Zhe's flight, Xiao An crushed another Demon Sovereign to death. The eight remaining Demon Sovereigns immediately scattered, but they were intercepted by the remaining direct disciples under Dai Mengfan's lead, beginning their revenge.

The sword whistled! The flashes sometimes gathered and sometimes scattered. Wan Jianfeng fought three Demon Sovereigns alone. Returning to the battle style he was accustomed to, he immediately felt like he was back in his element. Through his abilities as a peerless sword cultivator, he survived Taowu's final strike.

But for some reason, he felt lost, like he had missed out on something. The battle that usually left him elated immediately seemed like a game compared to the war from earlier. It had become dull.

He was confused. Have I been wrong? But why exactly do I fight? He glanced at Li Qingshan's figure again. Why exactly does he fight?

Li Qingshan bent over to pick up the fallen hilt.

The Blade Spirit of Frenzy Flower's consciousness lingered like a strand of hair in the wind. "Qingshan! What a fascinating... battle... but... this is as... far as I can go..."

"You're a good blade!" Li Qingshan smiled. He did not feel any sadness. This had always been the fate of a warrior, as well as the fate of a weapon. If they could not perish on the battlefield, it was instead a form of pity.

"If blade spirits also have an afterlife, I hope I can be reborn as an asura so that I can fight alongside you and see just what kind of enemies there are beyond the Nine Heavens!" The Blade Spirit of Frenzy Flower suddenly became invigorated again. It was her final moments.

"Alright, then that's that!"

Li Qingshan suddenly felt some tingles in the nose. He clutched the hilt firmly and tossed it towards the blood-red swirl that gradually closed in the sky.

The Frenzy Flower Blade of Path's End turned into a streak of red light, vanishing with the blood-red swirl.

At that moment, the power of an asura was drawn from his body. His figure gradually sank, but he still felt like a mountain weighed on his shoulders. Each step was difficult.

He sucked in a deep breath and continued on his way.

By now, the direct disciples had already achieved an overwhelming victory. After losing their leader, the Demon Sovereigns immediately fell into disunion. They were in a hurry to escape as well, so they did not put up any proper battle at all.

Li Qingshan did not even look at the intense battle behind him, staggering towards Black Cloud city. All he saw was Ruan Yaozhu meditating and regulating her breath with the nine-coloured deer supporting her from one side. She had almost recovered from the wound of being pierced by the huge log. There was only a slender, red mark left on her snowy-white skin.

Seeing Li Qingshan, she cried out in joy, "Junior brother Li!"

Li Qingshan answered before collapsing on the ground.

"To think that even an embodiment of Demon God Taowu was defeated!" With a severed arm, Faceless Demon God fiddled around with Ying Zhe in his remaining hand. His featureless expression bobbed and twisted. "The Black Sun Demon Heart is probably on Li Qingshan. He might be the person of legends. This is a heaven-sent opportunity for me to become a Demon God. I can't let this slip by!"

Ying Zhe's head called out, "Spare me, sir!" He observed the Faceless Heretic God's "facial expression" and knew there was no way out of this, so he instead began to laugh. "You think just a Heretic God like you can interfere with a calamity like this?"

The Faceless Heretic God crushed Ying Zhe's head and vanished from where he was, arriving over Black Cloud city in the blink of an eye. He reached towards Li Qingshan.

"Qingshan!"

He moved like a bolt of lightning, such that even Xiao An could not respond in time. Even if she did, it was impossible for her to fend off a Heretic God.

At this moment, seven stars twinkled in the hazy sea of clouds, turning into a blade aura that descended from above. It severed the Faceless Heretic God's other arm.

A female war god dressed in silver armour descended from above. She was Chao Tianjiao. Her expression was chilly, and she pointed her blade at the Heretic God, about to get revenge. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Li Qingshan, and her eyes suddenly widened.

"Li Qingshan!?"