Chapter 1217

Chapter 1217: I Lost

At this moment, both the elders and disciples from the two sects were all focused on the final match.

In terms of presence, Wang Xuanxin had the upper hand.

She exuded the aura of a Great Luo Sage, distorting the space around her, with a faint image of the Wheel of Three Thousand Paths visible behind her.

Xuan Zuo from the Heavenly Dao Gate stared at the Wheel of Three Thousand Paths behind Wang Xuanxin, his eyes filled with intensity.

"I envy you for being able to cultivate so many wide roads, and what’s more, you can perfectly merge them," Xuan Zuo said with admiration.

"All paths are roads; mastering one leads to the others. You are not weaker than me," Wang Xuanxin replied, looking at the demonic cultivator Xuan Zuo.

The Wheel of Three Thousand Paths began to rotate slowly, and Wang Xuanxin’s aura started to shift subtly.

"I know a bit about Demonic Cultivation; let’s see how you fare," Wang Xuanxin said softly, pointing a finger toward the sky.

Just then, the bell signaling the start of the battle rang.

In an instant, the entire world was engulfed in darkness.

Then, wave after wave of intense fluctuations of battle swept across the vast world.

Xu Fan watched his disciple’s fight, nodding at times, but also shaking his head occasionally.

Beside him, the Lord of the Demon Domain observed the battle below with a detached expression, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed through the darkened world.

It was like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness.

Gradually, the entire world began to brighten.

A Holy Sun appeared in the sky, radiating boundless power of Holy Sun.

Then came the second, third, and fourth.

Nine Holy Suns rose in total, bathing the vast world in the radiant light of Holy Sun power.

Exposed under the nine Holy Suns, Xuan Zuo from the Heavenly Dao Gate stood as the towering Demonic Shadow behind him began to twist and distort.

"Wasn’t this supposed to be a spar using the demonic path?" Xuan Zuo said, his expression uneasy.

As a practitioner of the demonic path, he despised such things.

"This is already a spar; against the demonic path, I am no match for you," Wang Xuanxin said, looking down at Xuan Zuo from her position beside a Holy Sun.

If she had delayed her transformation by even a second, she might have been defeated by Xuan Zuo.

"The path of Holy Sun is truly irritating."

The Demonic Shadow behind Xuan Zuo began to solidify.

A black giant bow appeared in the shadow’s hands, slowly drawing back the bowstring under the pressure of the nine Holy Suns.

A black giant arrow formed on the bowstring.

The arrow was infused with a thread of chaotic Demonic Energy, carrying the power to shatter creation itself.

Xu Fan looked at the arrow, his eyes filled with awe.

If this arrow were to be released, it could annihilate a significant portion of the quasi-saints in the Three Thousand Realms.

Wang Xuanxin sensed the danger of the arrow as the nine Holy Suns merged into one.

It transformed into a golden crow, shimmering with the power of the Holy Sun, and soared towards Xuan Zuo.

"First arrow, myriad paths contain Demonic Energy."

With Xuan Zuo’s voice, the first arrow shot forth.

In an instant, the golden crow, formed from the nine Holy Suns, trembled fiercely and continued its deadly dive towards Xuan Zuo with fierce intent.

A thread of chaotic Demonic Energy coursed through the holy body of the golden crow.

After firing the first arrow, Xuan Zuo quickly drew back the giant bow to release the second arrow.

"Second arrow, extinguish the path."

This arrow radiated an aura that threatened to erase all paths as it shot towards the golden crow.

Yet, it still could not stop the golden crow from lunging for him.

The golden crow, struck by the second arrow, shrank in size, but its momentum remained strong.

At this moment, the Wheel of Three Thousand Paths behind Wang Xuanxin began to rotate.

Five giant snakes, each representing a different element, flew out from the Wheel of Three Thousand Paths, swiftly approaching the golden crow and merging with it.

The golden crow trembled violently, its wings glowing with five colors now.

Just then, the Demonic Shadow behind Xuan Zuo released the third arrow.

"Third arrow, destroy the world."

The world created by the grape that allowed saints to fight showed signs of shattering.

However, as soon as the cracks appeared, the grape quickly repaired the damage.

The third arrow pierced through the golden crow and shot towards Wang Xuanxin.

Wang Xuanxin focused intently on this arrow, her expression determined.

The Wheel of Three Thousand Paths behind her shattered suddenly, transforming into various attacking forms of the wide road and surged towards Xuan Zuo.

When this arrow was fired, Wang Xuanxin knew she was destined to die; rather than a futile struggle, she’d choose to vanish together.

As both sides unleashed their final trump cards, the entire battle world began to tremble.

Then, numerous paths and the arrow of annihilation intertwined, turning the whole world into chaos.

When the dust settled, the battle world was left with a burning black flame.

The black flame slowly coalesced into a human form.

Xuan Zuo looked pale, his weakened breath less potent than that of a healthy human.

He gazed up at the sky, laughing at the point of light that gathered in various colors: "Among peers, you are the strongest I’ve faced."

The point of light in the sky shimmered slightly.

"Heavenly Dao Gate, Xuan Zuo wins."

Xu Fan’s voice rang out from above.

Then, the point of light that gradually condensed in the large world seemed to be empowered by an unseen force, quickly forming into Wang Xuanxin.

"I lost," Wang Xuanxin said softly.

"Your strength is formidable too. If we truly fought to the death in the Three Thousand Realms, it’s still uncertain who would win," Xuan Zuo remarked.

A wave of chaotic Demonic Energy surged around them, teleporting them to the secret realm where Xu Fan was.

Seeing so many big shots gathered there, both of them quickly bowed in greeting.

"Not bad, being able to fight my disciple to a draw means you’ll surely be among the top-tier powerful beings in the Three Thousand Realms in the future," the Lord of the Demon Domain praised.

"I’m but a junior who lost and cannot accept such high praise from seniors," Wang Xuanxin replied, casting a sidelong glance at Xuan Zuo, who showed a hint of discomfort on his face.

Six Primal Spiritual Treasures appeared before the two.

"You are the first and the second; there’s no need to argue—just each pick one," Xu Fan said.

Xuan Zuo chose a Primal Magical Pearl containing chaotic Demonic Energy.

Wang Xuanxin selected a Nine-Dragon Primal Array Disk.

"With the remaining time, let the disciples of both sects communicate slowly."

"After all, there’s still some time before the Myriad Tribes Conference," the Lord of the Demon Domain said.

"The top sects of the human race have gathered outside the Myriad Tribes Conference. They should communicate together," Xu Fan suggested.

He instructed the grape to set the temporary battle world to an open state, allowing anyone to enter and exit.

"That’s a great idea. It’s rare for the top sects of the human race to gather together," the Lord of the Demon Domain chuckled.

Generally, whenever sects or major forces participate in such high-level gatherings, they bring their disciples along to broaden their horizons.

Thus, the grape sent out a broadcast to the surrounding area.

The battle world became a meeting point for human race geniuses.