Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

The deep night was spreading, with a crescent moon hanging in the sky, resembling both an eyebrow and a hook.

The winds howled continuously across Mount Qingping, as Yue Qingping's eyes involuntarily flickered with a trace of worry.

With her current level of cultivation, suppressing the Southern Extreme Demon Lord was naturally not an issue, but the peculiar, amethyst clock in the demon's hands was truly extraordinary. Given a few more months, she would certainly be able to break the defense of the Southern Extreme Demon Lord, but now there was no time left.

Because, from the direction of Master Huan's location, a distress signal had already been sent out, signaling that they could not hold on much longer.

Suddenly, the image of a majestic Taoist arose within Yue Qingping's Heart Lake.

If that Taoist were here, maybe Master Huan could hold out until she had repelled the Southern Extreme Demon Lord and went to reinforce other locations.

Unfortunately, that towering Taoist, as luck would have it, had been trapped by a scheme, taken by Demonkin to the Demon Realm.

"What a pity~"

"Such is fate~"

Yue Qingping sighed deeply as a ruthless look suddenly flashed in her phoenix eyes.

Her hand swiftly stroked across the sword.

A line of crimson blood immediately appeared on the edge of the blade, and then quietly vanished.

With a chant of "such is fate~" Yue Qingping once again raised her sword to attack!

Above the Human Realm, a maiden in her crown used blood as rouge, and when her sword was drawn, it soared as majestically as the sky!

The Sun, Moon, and Stars Triple Swords were once again displayed.

Swish, swish, swish!

Above the Heavenly Firmament, sword lights swirled like wheels and seas, fiercely shooting towards the Tiger Head Demon, who was protected by the mysterious amethyst Bronze Bell covering its entire body.

On seeing this, the Southern Extreme Demon Lord's face changed, and a fierce light flashed in its eyes as it seemed to grasp something.

Its tiger claws suddenly swelled, striking its own Demon Body's chest three consecutive times. Each time it struck, a large mouthful of deep purple Demon Blood was spewed out, its face turning paler with each hit. After three strikes, dense and mysterious runes appeared on the Supreme Magic Artifact of the Southern Pole Demon Nation—the Purple Emperor Demon Bell.

These strange runes seemed endless, spurting from the amethyst Bronze Bell, and actually once again staunchly resisted Yue Qingping's onslaught.

However, this move was not without cost; as the runes surged, the amethyst Bronze Bell's color slowly began to fade, although not rapidly.

"Haha, Yue Qingping ah Yue Qingping, in terms of cultivation, I, the Sky-swallowing Tiger King, admit inferiority to you~"

"Such a pity, while your Sword Artifact is indeed exceptional, it lacks the refinement of the years and falls short."

"I'm willing to deplete the vitality of the Purple Emperor Demon Bell, yet today I will certainly fight to the death without retreat."

Pale from loss of strength, the Southern Extreme Demon Lord's voice remained calm and confident, as it started to laugh boisterously.

"What of it? Stubborn and ignorant, even if you overdraw the Demon Bell and your own vitality, you will only be able to hold on for at most another two days," retorted Yue Qingping with a cold snort.

"Hehe, why bother with such deceitful words, Qingping True Monarch? Can your Human Race cultivators even hold out for one more day against the Western Extreme Demon Lord?"

"As soon as the Western Extreme Demon Lord is free, they can attack from two sides, and the advantage is clear without me saying more."

Yue Qingping's side communicated via Secret Techniques; how could the four great Demon Lords lack any preparation and fight their battles alone?

A few days ago, the Western Extreme Demon Lord had already sent a message to the other three Demon Lords, proclaiming that within twelve hours, they would surely break through the Human Race allied forces. With such significant news, the Southern Extreme Demon Lord decided it was worth gambling.

"Is it truly fate? Pity that I still cannot comprehend the unity of the Sun, Moon, and Stars Triple Swords; otherwise, I would certainly be able to slay this demon with a single sword."

Faced with the provocation of the Southern Extreme Demon Lord, Yue Qingping remained silent, quickly steadying her mind, and began to refine her understanding of her Sword Dao Divine Skills amidst the intense battle.

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"Ying Si, your forces resisting the Western Extreme Demon Lord are about to collapse. Give it up."

"If you swear fealty and surrender to my Demon Nation, I can guarantee that within the Five Realms, the Human Race will only be second to my Demonkin, ranking first among the other four realms."

Heavenly Wind was fierce, and the Eastern Extreme Demon Lord, transformed into a Demon Dragon Dharma Aspect, began to speak of surrender after violently clashing, offering very generous terms.

"Bullshit! Since the founding of Great Qin, we have only had emperors who died in battle; when have we ever had a monarch who surrendered?"

Close association yields influence. Having consorted with a certain State Preceptor for a long time, Ying Si also used the refined language of Qin, and immediately retorted loudly with a fierce furrow in his brow.

Recalling the request for aid from Master Huan, a sense of urgency couldn't help but rise in Ying Si's heart.

Upon this thought, Ying Si forcefully stimulated a Secret Technique, unleashing his move, drawing power from the brightly shining Dragon Ball within him and transforming it into the most supreme Imperial Holy Qi, especially with the dragon's roar, the spirit was as falling stars.

"Imperial move: Saintly Might Vast and Wide, Nine Dragons Imperial Heaven Emperor Dragon Calamity Fist!"

A cold snort from Ying Si, and suddenly he coughed blood, turning blood to jade!

The five great emperor Dharma Aspects shattered on cue, turning into nine streaks of Streaming Light, each entering one of the nine protective Dragon Qi swirling around him.

The Nine Dragons soared, end to end, like a prison surrounding the Demon Body of the Eastern Extreme Demon Lord within.

"You're truly stubborn. Ying Si, your cultivation time is too short, your foundation is weak; you can barely fight to a draw with me, relying solely on the might of the Human Emperor's Holy Artifact to underpin you, suppress your Cultivation Body, and make up for your lack of Imperial Holy Qi."

"Now, in your desperation, you are but dealing yourself a greater blow than to the enemy."

"Then I must try~ what, are you afraid?"

"I want to see if the Eastern Extreme Demon Lord, should you suffer a great loss in your Cultivation Body after a fierce battle with me, will be torn apart by the other three Demon Lords of the Demon Realm like ravenous wolves."

In the expanse between heaven and earth, Ying Si's indifferent voice resounded.

Ying Si's ability to fight the Eastern Extreme Demon Lord to a draw was already a feat of using every trick at his disposal, and if he had any other tactics at his disposal, he certainly would not have resorted to these desperate measures.