Chapter 1538: God King Awakens

The Crying Blood Demon Saint was utterly stunned, barely able to believe that the shimmering, azure divine sword he now clutched in his left hand was, in fact, a manifestation of Xu Yang's phantom body.

Of course, this 'phantom body' was merely a materialized manifestation of Xu Yang's mental energy. Even so, to receive assistance in such a manner left the Crying Blood Demon Saint completely overwhelmed and deeply grateful. An inexpressible wave of thanks surged within him.

The Crying Blood Demon Saint secretly vowed that if he emerged victorious from this battle, his very life would belong to Xu Yang from that day forward.

He resolved to follow Xu Yang's lead from then on, admiring from the bottom of his heart Xu Yang's expansive and inclusive vision. After all, given Xu Yang's immense strength, identity, and status, it was truly extraordinary for him to seemingly humble himself for a mere subordinate demon.

Little did he know, Xu Yang's actions were also intended to provide the Crying Blood Demon Saint with an unprecedented, transcendent experience. Wielding this shimmering, azure soul-sword would allow the Crying Blood Demon Saint to come closer than ever before to the world's most formidable sword mastery.

Xu Yang also hoped that during the combat, his aura would influence the Crying Blood Demon Saint, granting him the experience of a truly peak battle, thereby helping him to swiftly forge his own future cultivation path.

He had always fought with a single sword, but now, with dual swords firmly established and such unparalleled fundamental conditions, the life force flowing through the Crying Blood Demon Saint's body erupted in a purer, blood-like form. This transformation made him appear like a true, terrifying demon god, radiating immense killing intent.

The sight truly dumbfounded the chief elder of the Asura lineage. Even before making a move, he found himself trembling in the face of the Crying Blood Demon Saint's current state.

All desire for victory vanished from his heart, for the Crying Blood Demon Saint's state was simply too terrifying, especially with the augmentation of Xu Yang's spirit sword. The aura emanating from him seemed capable of engulfing everything around him, leaving the arrogant Battle King Wuxin with not even a sliver of hope for triumph in this battle.

His only hope was to at least leave his name before such a formidable opponent.

“Damn it, what could that human expert's true intentions be? It’s truly unbelievable that he could assist you in such a way.”

By now, the Crying Blood Demon Saint had completely lost any desire to converse with his opponent. His sole focus was to unleash all his power to its fullest extent in this battle, deeply comprehending the positive influence Xu Yang had brought him. He yearned to refine his combat techniques through repeated trials and, in doing so, attempt to discern his own unique path.

As expected, the very next moment, the Crying Blood Demon Saint's entire body erupted with an unparalleled surge of power. In an instant, his movement speed soared to its absolute peak, surpassing the fastest he had ever achieved.

He left countless crimson afterimages in the void, hurtling towards Battle King Wuxin, the chief elder of the Asura lineage, and striking with tremendous force.

The twin swords combined, unleashing a single, brilliant azure sword light. This sword light, composed of two distinct colors, formed a cross-shaped pattern in the void, tearing through all external spatial seals and obstacles before locking directly onto Battle King Wuxin's true form.

Boom! The two sword lights struck simultaneously. Following the explosion of the cross-shaped sealing sword-aura, all power defenses surrounding Chief Elder Wuxin of the Asura lineage completely disintegrated.

The sensation was akin to standing alone before a thousand massive tides, where even the first surging wave would be enough to utterly obliterate him.

The mountain-like pressure far exceeded Battle King Wuxin's limit of resistance; his spirit was already beginning to crumble. Nevertheless, he gritted his teeth, refusing to completely give up, stubbornly holding on.

He knew very well that the dignity of the Asura lineage rested on his shoulders. If he were to be so easily defeated by the Crying Blood Demon Saint before him, then all his accumulated glory would come to an abrupt end after this battle.

His title, Battle King Wuxin, would become a laughingstock throughout the entire Six Human-Spirit Lineages. He could not allow a lifetime's worth of accumulated glory and achievements to be utterly destroyed in this single battle.

Therefore, Battle King Wuxin had few opportunities left to resist. He had to seize every single moment, find a chance to counterattack immediately, and fundamentally reverse the situation.

“Do you truly believe you can do whatever you please just because you wield two swords?”

“Asura Divine Path: God King Resurgence!”

As his words faded, an immeasurably vast divine light descended from the void. Enveloped within this light, the totem of a colossal ancient deity slowly materialized.

However, what Xu Yang never in his wildest dreams expected was that this so-called 'divine statue' totem, summoned by the Asura Sacred Law lineage, bore the exact likeness of a friend who had fought alongside him hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Speaking of this figure, who bore the title of 'God King,' hundreds of thousands of years ago, when Xu Yang first founded his sect, this individual was one of his disciples. However, this disciple later left the sect due to the prominence of Xu Yang's Profound Heaven Sword Sect. He then established his own lineage and, against all odds, forged a path that led him to the very pinnacle of the continent's cultivation world.

However, by that time, Xu Yang had already ascended to godhood, shattering the limitations of the main continent's cultivation order from hundreds of millennia ago, and had departed from the main continental plane.

And after Xu Yang's ascension, a level of 'heavenly immortal,' the strongest among the remaining cultivators on the main continent was precisely this individual, represented by the so-called God King totem before them.

It was remarkable that hundreds of thousands of years later, the cultivation method he had left behind had evolved into the very technique now practiced by the Asura lineage within the Kunlun Divine Path.

It truly was a testament to the cycle of cause and effect and the unpredictable nature of the Heavenly Dao.

“Hahaha,” Xu Yang's voice resonated directly from the azure sword light in the Crying Blood Demon Saint’s left hand. “I truly never imagined that after hundreds of thousands of years, I would encounter an old friend in such a manner. Alas, you are long buried in the river of history. Yet, your successor now has the chance to contend with one of my own. If that is the case, then I shall personally suppress this junior, ensuring your complete conviction in defeat.”

This time, Xu Yang's voice emanated directly from the shimmering azure sword light in the Crying Blood Demon Saint's left hand. Simultaneously, the so-called 'divine totem' summoned by his opponent seemed to react to Xu Yang's voice, emitting incredibly restless soul fluctuations.

Naturally, the totem did not contain the original individual’s soul, but merely a thread of his thought integrated into his legacy for future generations. It could not truly communicate with Xu Yang. However, it distinctly perceived that this was the voice of the god-like entity it had once revered.