Zhenzhen desired to wash away her previous humiliation, to prove herself before the imminent arrival of the high-ranking figures of the Demon Clan. Therefore, upon seeing Chu Mo, she launched into the most ferocious attack. This time, she even changed her strategy and fighting method. No longer engaging in close combat or using divine abilities, she began to use her incredibly powerful divine sense to assault Chu Mo's spiritual sea, intending to use her Supreme Realm spiritual sea to crush Chu Mo's spiritual sea until it burst!

To put it simply, it was akin to an ocean attempting to assimilate a large lake. No matter how large the lake might be, it was still just a lake... not an ocean! Faced with the torrential and boundless surge of ocean waters, it would ultimately be assimilated.

Zhenzhen had calculated well, if she had used this move during the battle several days ago, perhaps Chu Mo might have sustained a moderate loss. After all, Chu Mo's realm was not as advanced as hers, which was a fact. But he wouldn't have suffered any particularly great loss, for Chu Mo's spiritual sea has always been beyond his own realm!

Although not reaching the level of a Supreme, his spiritual sea was not far behind a Supreme's!

That was Chu Mo several days ago, but now, he was much more terrifying than just a few days ago. After the fetters of a Supreme cracked open two fissures, his realm suddenly broke through to an unimaginable degree!

Therefore, when Zhenzhen had just unleashed her spiritual sea to crush Chu Mo's spiritual sea, she was full of confidence, believing that this time, she would definitely inflict a heavy blow on Chu Mo.

But what she never expected was that her divine sense, like clay oxen entering the ocean, vanished without a trace in an instant. On the other hand, Chu Mo's wood-chopping sword strike... duly arrived!

In Zhenzhen's hands was a simple and unadorned sword. She recognized the terror in Chu Mo's strike, but was confident that she could block it!

The belief in invincibility, something every young Heavenly Genius possessed. Until they meet a real opponent.

Crack!

The sword in Zhenzhen's hands broke in response!

It was a Supreme-grade weapon!

And it was split by Chu Mo's sword!

Then, Chu Mo's sword continued to descend towards Zhenzhen's head.

Zhenzhen let out a cry of shock, her real body swiftly retreating millions of li, leaving behind an afterimage. But still, a deep wound appeared on her forehead, reaching down to the bone. Blood gushed from the wound, and the Great Dao contained within Chu Mo's sword strike wildly ravaged Zhenzhen's wound.

In Zhenzhen's eyes, a furious light exploded forth, and within it, faint traces of... fear!

Yes, fear had finally arisen uncontrollably in Zhenzhen's heart.

As his opponent, she could acutely feel the changes in the person before her after just a few days apart. In only a few days without sight of him, he had begun to emanate a whiff of the aura that only a true Supreme possessed!

How was this possible?

Zhenzhen couldn't believe it. Under a sealed sky, no one could achieve Dao!

But the man before her, he kept breaking through, and he was nearly taking that step already!

Zhenzhen even felt a chill all over her body. She couldn't believe to what extent this man's talent reached, allowing him to achieve this degree. If it were her, she definitely couldn't do it!

"If this person was born in the Demon Clan, then the title of the number one expert among the young generation would most likely fall on his head, and I would have no part in it," Zhenzhen looked at Chu Mo with a face full of shock, and in her eyes, gradually... a wild will to fight began to burn.

"I... Zhenzhen, am the most outstanding youth in this world! I am the one with the best talent! All beings besides me... must submit before me!"

Zhenzhen reached out her hand and grabbed a long sword condensed from divine gold from the void. Sword pointing at Chu Mo: "Very well, you have successfully ignited my fury..."

Glancing at the sword in Zhenzhen's hand, Chu Mo's gaze concentrated, as the information from the Heavenly Mirror of the Void informed him that the sword was extraordinary. Heaven Slaying in his hand was restless, it wanted to devour that sword!

Chu Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes, saying, "Do you know? This line, I've been hearing it since I was a few years old, from the Mortal Realm, all the way through the Spirit Realm, the Immortal Realm, and then heard it again in the Heavenly Realm. Do you know how cliché it is? If you dislike me, then come fight me. If you can't beat me, why say anything?"

"Go to hell!" Zhenzhen's charming face flashed with a trace of mad fury, swinging the long sword condensed from divine gold in her hand, chopping down towards Chu Mo.

That sword was indeed extraordinary—casually swung, it split open vast swathes of the void. The level of sharpness was startling, as if it could even slice open the heavens themselves.

Chu Mo wielded Heaven Slaying in his hands, meeting the attack without hesitation.

When it came to the weapons' hardness, Chu Mo really had never been afraid of anyone.

Clang!

Their weapons collided fiercely against one another, producing a thunderous roar. The sound caused the firmament to tremble and collapse. Their battle was ferocious, each strike lethal.

In comparison, the battles between the joined forces of Human Clan and Demon Clan, far away in a distant place, seemed less spectacular when viewed, yet their ferocity was not the slightest bit inferior to the fight between Chu Mo and Zhenzhen!

That battlefield was like a true meat grinder!

The endless cosmos was enveloped by battling armies of Human Clan cultivators and Demon Clan troops, locked in direct combat. Almost in an instant, spans of cosmic void turned bloody, with blood flowing into rivers.

The members of the Demon Clan's army, each with thick skin and flesh and quick in action, may not be particularly high in realm, but they are all at the level of Imperial Masters. Beings like these, numbering in the hundreds of millions, have an incredibly devastating killing power.

Compared to them, the army of human cultivators is much more fragile in the flesh, yet triumphant with their terrifyingly powerful divine abilities!

Countless divine abilities are detonated within the Demon Clan army, killing swathes of demonic beings with each explosion.

However, the casualties of human cultivators are also considerable. Each charge of the demonic beings results in a large number of human cultivators getting severely injured or even falling in battle.

The Demon Clan does not have support troops or beings responsible for treating the wounded. Thus, once a demon being is gravely injured and loses its combat capability, there is only one outcome—death!

It is precisely because of this that the Demon Clan fights with even less restraint. Once they realize they are gravely injured and close to death, they burn all their essence blood and unleash the most dreadful attacks that exceed their realm.

In the beginning, many human cultivators suffered great losses.

Experience, it can be said, is accumulated and summarized from countless losses.

The young talents of the Demon Clan also encountered formidable challenges.

Apart from young geniuses like Lu Hongxue, Yanhuang's domain boasted Luo Jue, Hongyue, the Imperial Master of Purple Smoke, and many Quasi-Supreme cultivators!

This is not sparring; this is war! The war between races, where no quarter is given. Thus, in the battles among the top geniuses, the humans are almost suppressing the Demon Clan's geniuses!

In their original understanding, this should have been impossible, and most certainly should not have happened.

This deals a great blow to the demons!

Years have passed, and the Azure Dragon is still shameless, targeting weaker demon geniuses for sneak attacks.

For example, a demon creature that was sent flying by a palm strike from Luo Jue, before it could recover, had its body crushed by a sneakily extended claw of the Azure Dragon. It then bared its teeth at Luo Jue, saying, "Pleasure working with you!"

Even the composed and martial obsessed Luo Jue couldn't help but roll his eyes, cursing, "Despicable Dragon!"

Truly despicable, because after the Azure Dragon crushed the demon genius's physical body, the first thing it did was to search through the victim's storage dharma instrument.

But this dragon was strong enough—when several demon geniuses tried to ambush it, they were all counterattacked. Whirling its terrifying tail, it viciously lashed at the group of demon geniuses, sneering, "Think you can ambush this dragon? Heh, so naive."

Qi Xiaoyu swung a long whip made from a supreme frog's tongue, shattering a demon being's head with it. With her other hand, she wielded the Moyu Sword and chopped off the arm of a demon genius who tried to ambush Yiyi from behind.

Yiyi turned and glimpsed at Qi Xiaoyu, sticking out her tongue teasingly, revealing a grateful smile. Qi Xiaoyu returned the smile and then continued to attack.

In fact, since engaging in close combat, all of these individuals have suffered injuries. Qi Xiaoyu's shoulder was stained with blood, and Yiyi's leg was slashed with a deep wound, her dress dyed red with blood. Yet none of them cried out in pain, nor did they even frown.

Some fell in battle, their bodies shattered, their primordial spirits failing to escape before being devoured by demonic beings!

Both sides deeply hated each other, and in such battles, there was no mercy or sympathy for the opponent.

Even Xu Du took on an enraged Vajra appearance, his body stained with blood, but he continued to relentlessly assault his foes. This is a race war, cruel beyond measure.

Yue Qingcheng and Fairy Caidie, both followers of Chu Mo, worked together with great understanding, trusting each other unreservedly.

Hua Xiaoya's face was deeply scarred by a demon genius, a wound difficult to heal. Yet she wielded the Rotten Iron Sword, chopping off the head of that demon genius. She then spat at the corpse, "Think you can ruin my face? Naive!"

The Fire Dragon roared in fury. Scales fell from his body in large patches, and blood flowed, but it fought ferociously, igniting the fiercest flames in battle!

Even refined human geniuses like Lu Hongxue and Huang Wushuang had bloodshot eyes as they fought in a frenzy!

Long Qiushui was also desperately fighting. Suddenly, a figure appeared by his side—the long-absent Zhang Shuangshuang. Now an Imperial Master of the seventh heaven, Zhang Shuangshuang was fighting recklessly. Had it not been for Long Qiushui saving her several times at the cost of his own injuries, she might have already fallen.

Zhang Shuangshuang was as cold as ice, not thanking Long Qiushui whom she once followed, but her eyes brimmed with moisture.

Finally, a powerful demon genius struck Zhang Shuangshuang in the chest, making her cough up a mouthful of blood. Long Qiushui roared, and with a fierce slash of his sword, cut off the arm of that demon genius.

The sword broke, and the arm fell. Long Qiushui couldn't help but shed tears, "You shouldn't be here fighting."

Zhang Shuangshuang, her breath fading, looked at Long Qiushui with a smile, "Sir, I really wish we could return to the past..."

With those words, she withered.

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