Chapter 133: Fighting the Fire Trees and Silver Flowers Alone

Nalan turned around and cast a sidelong glance at Bai Mu, then shifted his gaze back to the Wu Hook sword in his hand. Suddenly, he curled his lips into a cold sneer. “The lowly human race has no right to negotiate cooperation with the demon clan. If you wish to oppose Chiyan, then go ahead—I will not stop you. But if you intend to use us for your own ends, I advise you to abandon that thought.”

“Brother…” Qing Luo whispered anxiously from the side, her expression revealing disapproval of Nalan’s harsh words.

“Qing Luo, this is none of your concern. Come here at once, or you might get caught in the crossfire if they start fighting!” Nalan barked sternly, his face darkening.

“Brother, you need to see the situation clearly. Right now, our only option is to unite!” Qing Luo tried to reason further.

“Silence!” Nalan’s sharp retort was uncharacteristic. Then he commanded loudly, “If you still recognize me as your brother, come here immediately, or I will truly lose my temper!”

With a heavy sigh, Qing Luo stomped her foot in frustration, then turned to look at Bai Mu with hesitation. “You… be careful. If you can’t win, just run. Chiyan is incredibly powerful; you’re no match for him.”

“Hmm,” Bai Mu replied calmly, though a warm current suddenly stirred within him. He hadn’t expected the proud princess of the demon clan to regard him with such regard.

Yet, compared to the fierce presence of Chiyan before him, what angered Bai Mu most was Nalan’s attitude. This was a moment of dire urgency, and yet Nalan shamelessly insulted and belittled the human race.

Thinking that the demon clan would one day be ruled by such an arrogant and unreasonable prince, Bai Mu’s initial fury softened considerably. If Nalan were to govern the demons in the future, their downfall would surely be near.

At that time, the divine race wouldn’t need to expend a single soldier. Even without possessing the Demon Transformation Vase, the demons would be led to ruin by this arrogant and foolish prince, never to rise again.

“Kid, your wishful thinking has come to nothing!” Chiyan sneered maliciously from ahead.

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“So what?” Bai Mu steeled his resolve and slowly drew the Azure Dragon Sword, holding it horizontally before his chest. Instantly, the aura of “Supreme Goodness Like Water” radiated from his body. A great battle was about to erupt.

“Not bad, impressive spirit,” Chiyan complimented with a hint of admiration. The verdant wood spiritual energy and dark evil energy on his body surged simultaneously, locking onto everything within a five-meter radius.

As for the arrogant and rude Prince Nalan, he had long since dragged his sister away to a safe distance.

Once both were fully prepared, Bai Mu was the first to act. He flung the Azure Dragon Sword high above his head while chanting anxiously, “Spirit of the Azure Dragon, guided by the mysterious jade; transform qi into blade, Six Jias to exterminate evil!”

The thick “Supreme Goodness Like Water” energy within his body surged from the Shaoshang acupoint on his finger directly into the Azure Dragon Sword floating overhead.

At the sword’s command, it immediately spun once around Bai Mu’s head. Then, six identical Azure Dragon swords materialized out of thin air, their tips arranged in a straight line, all aimed precisely at Chiyan’s position.

“Strike!” Bai Mu shouted, and the six ancient swords flashed with silver light under the faint sunlight, slicing toward Chiyan with a piercing whoosh.

Knowing his opponent was no ordinary foe, Bai Mu attacked first, intending to take the initiative. He unleashed nearly eighty percent of his strength, giving it his all.

From the moment Bai Mu summoned the sword, Chiyan sensed the deadly sword intent and the ancient power emanating from the blade.

He dared not underestimate it. Just as the swords were about to strike, he poured another twenty percent of his power into the dense protective layer enveloping his entire body. This fusion of evil energy and verdant wood spiritual energy reached about seventy percent, forming an almost impenetrable shield.

In all his years of warfare, Chiyan had never expended so much energy on a single human youth.

Such a circumstance was usually reserved for battles against ancient deities like Fan Sheng. This attested to the immense threat Bai Mu posed.

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With a swift flash, the six ancient swords darted through the air, their Azure Dragon sword qi piercing toward Chiyan’s eyes.

As they flew, the swords instinctively shifted formation from a straight line to three rows of two columns, effectively surrounding Chiyan from all sides. Escape was no longer an option.

Yet Chiyan, skilled and bold, never entertained the thought of fleeing from the moment Bai Mu struck. Just as the sword tips neared his body, the protective evil and verdant wood energy surged violently, forming an invisible giant hand that intercepted all six Azure Dragon swords midair.

The powerful Netherworld evil energy was the result of nearly ten thousand years of cultivation, its strength hundreds of times greater than that of Gui Ge and Chun Yu Ji. The verdant wood spiritual energy, cultivated from his true form Fire Tree Silver Blossom, was even stronger—his very life force.

Together, these two energies, using only about sixty percent of his cultivation, held the six Azure Dragon swords a full meter away.

The sword qi clashed with the Netherworld evil energy, instantly devouring much of the evil energy released by Chiyan, much like slicing through melon flesh. Though Chiyan’s evil energy far outstripped the power Bai Mu infused into the swords, righteousness always prevails over evil, a timeless truth.

The two forces locked in silent combat, neither able to push the other back even an inch.

The entire summit of Chiyan Mountain was unprecedentedly still and tense—so silent that even Princess Qing Luo’s anxious and rapid heartbeat could be heard.

After a brief stalemate lasting half a quarter of an hour, sweat beads had already formed on Bai Mu’s forehead, and doubt crept into his heart.

By cultivation alone, he was no match for Chiyan.

Despite understanding the eternal principle of “Supreme Goodness Like Water,” his reserves were rapidly depleting. The energy within the Void Cauldron, though renewable, required the duration of a full minor or major cycle to replenish.

His remaining strength was insufficient to sustain such a prolonged battle. One misstep could mean his last fight ever.