Battle, battle, battle!
Only battle remained in Jiang Wen's mind. He fought frantically with the demon, fearless even if every strike resulted in his own injury. At this moment, he resembled a madman, devoid of any reason.
The demon, however, stood in place, using the same moves Jiang Wen had previously employed to fight him. Its feet never left the spot, its scarlet eyes coldly watching the attacking Jiang Wen.
"Your moves have too many flaws."
"You have already lost your humanity, only beastliness remains."
"Give up, you are not my opponent."
The demon said indifferently, casually grabbing Jiang Wen's arm and breaking it. The next moment, as if sensing something, it anticipated Jiang Wen's attack location.
Discovering his hand was seized, Jiang Wen erupted with surging power, breaking free from the demon's grip. He retreated to the side, using his magical power to heal, and the arm, whose bones had been shattered, quickly recovered.
Three flying swords continuously slashed at the demon, but striking its body only produced a metallic clang. Even Flying Frost was grabbed and snapped in two by the demon, tossed aside like trash. Then, the Tai Xuan Mirror shone down, enveloping the demon entirely. But the demon merely snorted, and the Tai Xuan Mirror flew away as if struck heavily.
In this brief opening, Jiang Wen attacked again. The violent fist intent, like a surging sea wave, struck the demon from an unimaginable angle. The demon simply turned its head indifferently, using its hand as a chopping blade to split Jiang Wen's arm in two.
"Too slow, I already know everything about you," the demon said calmly. "Give up, you cannot defeat me."
Before the demon could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed across its face. It subconsciously turned its head, feeling a shallow wound appear.
Touching the wound expressionlessly, the wound quickly healed as black mud flowed in. Although this wound was a minor matter, the demon knew it had been injured by Jiang Wen. A Saint of Sendai being injured by a half-step Sendai cultivator was something no one would believe.
The gap between a Saint and a half-step Sendai was no smaller than the gap between the Dao Palace and a half-step Sendai. Without achieving the Sendai realm, everything below a Saint was just an ant. Even if it was just a small wound cut open by Jiang Wen, if the news spread, the hundreds of Immortal Sects would probably be amazed.
A half-step Sendai capable of injuring a Saint? Does such a thing truly exist in this world?
"Is that so?"
Jiang Wen clutched his severed arm and laughed wildly, looking at the demon with madness. He mocked the demon's previous words.
"You only now realized my flying sword injured you?"
"You, how did you do it?" the demon asked in confusion.
"Just mix the flying sword into the fist intent, even if I can't defeat you, I can still injure you. Hahaha, Saint of Sendai, nothing more than this, nothing more than this!"
Jiang Wen laughed, pressing his severed arm back on. With the flow of the golden core's magical power within his body, the severed arm rapidly healed. After a few breaths, the severed hand had already healed.
He attacked the demon again, a mantis trying to stop a chariot, yet as mad as a moth flying into a flame.
Jiang Wen felt no pain, even if his arms and legs were broken, they could recover in a very short time. He controlled the Delusion Breaker and the nameless black sword, using all his means to launch attack after attack against the demon. This method made the demon feel puzzled, sensing that the person before it seemed somewhat different from before.
Divine Firmament Lightning!
Myriad Swords Technique!
Overlapping Wave Fist!
… …
Even with frequent trump cards, it was still impossible to do anything to the demon standing in place.
"Stop making meaningless struggles." The demon was becoming weary of this meaningless battle. It grabbed Jiang Wen's neck and held it tightly, its scarlet eyes coldly looking at him. "The game should end."
"Pfft."
With just one punch, the demon pierced through Jiang Wen's abdomen. Its hand pierced through his abdomen, then casually pulled out. Only Jiang Wen was left with his mouth wide open, his eyes bulging and ferocious. For the first time in his life, he felt the approach of death, the feeling of magical power flowing away and life gradually fading.
Even in his madness, he still had an extremely urgent desire to survive. But no matter how Jiang Wen struggled, the demon's arm remained motionless. It silently watched everything he did, its five fingers squeezing tighter and tighter.
"Too weak," the demon said indifferently. "I originally had some expectations for you, but unfortunately, you are not worthy of being my opponent."
"Hehe, is that so?!" Jiang Wen laughed madly, suddenly opening his mouth and spitting out flames. The flames were extremely intense, instantly entangling the demon's arm.
The demon slightly loosened its grip in pain, and Jiang Wen broke free from its hand, taking out several pills and swallowing them. The hole pierced in his abdomen was also rapidly healing.
For the current Jiang Wen, as long as his divine soul was not crushed, he could survive even if his head was cut off and his abdomen was opened. Even some Dao Palace True Men specialized in life-saving secret techniques, capable of rebirth from a drop of blood, and healing from shattered bodies. Even if only a finger remained, they could rely on that finger to store their divine consciousness and restore their physical body.
For the True Men of the Dao Palace realm, if the divine consciousness is not destroyed, then the Dao is not extinguished.
The demon looked at Jiang Wen, who was recovering from his injuries, and then looked at the Samadhi True Fire burning on its hand. It truly loathed this flame, unable to extinguish it, unable to get rid of it, and could only let it burn. Even though it had now entered the Saint realm, it still could not know where this fire originated.
With a wave of its hand, the demon cut off the arm burning with Samadhi True Fire. Then, the wound rapidly healed, returning to its original state in the blink of an eye.
When the black mud receded, a completely transparent scarlet Flying Frost appeared in its hand. The demon held this Flying Frost and looked at Jiang Wen, its voice cold: "This is your magical weapon, now it is mine."
Jiang Wen grinned, wanting to say something, but in an instant, the scarlet blade of Flying Frost had already appeared before his eyes.
At this critical moment, azure light radiated from Jiang Wen's chest. Countless vines struck towards Flying Frost, constantly hindering its progress. In this gap, Jiang Wen avoided Flying Frost and summoned the Delusion Breaker to face it.
He looked at the thing constantly emitting azure light, it was the seed Zi Yun had given him.
The azure light shone everywhere, countless vegetation grew from the fleshy soil. Emerald vines gradually gathered, manifesting Zi Yun's graceful figure.
Her silver hair swayed with the air currents, her purple pupils coldly looking at the demon.
"Damn it," Zi Yun said coldly. Then, she glanced at the disheveled Jiang Wen, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Why didn't you call me?"
"I just wanted to have a battle with it alone," Jiang Wen said with a wanton laugh.
"What's wrong with you?" Zi Yun looked at Jiang Wen with a frown.
"I'm fine, I'm very good now," Jiang Wen smiled, moving his muscles and bones again. "But now let's deal with this disgusting fellow first."
"It's just futile," the demon said lightly, sizing up Zi Yun. "It's all the same no matter how many come."
"How would you know without trying? Less talk!" Jiang Wen took the lead, with Zi Yun assisting his attack from behind. Although the two had not fought together much before, they now cooperated seamlessly.
For a time, the battle entered a stalemate, and even the Saint demon could not help but take it seriously.
This silver-haired woman was indeed棘手, whether it was divine abilities or spells, they caused him no small amount of trouble. Even the black mud all over his body was faintly restrained by her, unable to exert its previous effect.
"A bit interesting," the demon showed a long-lost smile. "It's just a bit interesting."
The demon's figure split open the vines like a ghost, and then the black mud on his body separated, transforming into an avatar to attack Zi Yun. And it came directly to Jiang Wen, and cut down a style of destruction while facing him.
"Let's end it." The demon said.
But it was not Jiang Wen that Flying Frost slashed. But a silver-haired girl appearing from a wooden ring on his hand.
The slash containing the style of annihilation split Zi Yun's body open, Zi Yun glared, and then fell into Jiang Wen's arms.
Only silver hair hung down, purple eyes quietly looking at Jiang Wen: "Come back, okay?"
After she finished speaking, the whole person lost her vitality. Only turned into a bunch of dead branches, lying quietly in Jiang Wen's arms.
Jiang Wen looked at the dead branches in his arms, and his whole person was stunned in place. His golden eyes faded from that touch of blood red, and his expression was extremely heavy.
"No need to mourn, you will follow her," the demon raised Flying Frost again, preparing to end this uninteresting battle.
The moment its sword slashed, a golden god appeared on Jiang Wen's body.
One hand pinched the sword, and then the whole person slowly stood up from the ground.
"You will probably regret why you didn't act in time," Jiang Wen looked up at the demon, and the third eye in his forehead began to emit golden light. The golden god's dharma appearance surrounded his body, and an unspeakable force spread from his body.
"Dharma, Form, Heaven and Earth." Jiang Wen said calmly, and the golden god reappeared in the world in the next moment.
