Purgatory Asura Sword, Ghost Wrath!

"Still... you think two eighth-stage Mystic Immortals are enough to kill me?" "Aren't you underestimating me a bit too much?!" Boom! Ripples of thunder-flame radiated outward, centered beneath Li Guanqi's feet. Tianlong and Diya flanked him on either side, their grips tightening on their swords, expressions grim and heavy. "Interrupt... him!" The deaf man spoke, and the mute made a swift hand gesture. In a flash, the two charged at Li Guanqi from left and right! Two surging blades of sword light sheared inward like an enormous pair of scissors, snapping shut toward Li Guanqi! Li Guanqi's eyes flashed. He raised both swords, one forward and one back, to parry. Clang! Clang! The immense force instantly tore open the webs between his thumbs and forefingers. Yet Li Guanqi leaned forward toward the mute, speaking in a chilling tone, "If you want to kill me, you’d better be prepared to die!" Boom! Ducking low, Li Guanqi twisted his body, crossing his twin swords slightly as he thrusted upward diagonally toward both men's jaws. The two had no choice but to lean back and dodge. Li Guanqi snapped his wrists around, slashing downward in a fluid motion! Swoosh! Swoosh! The two figures recoiled several dozen zhang, but in the very next breath... A pair of crimson eyes suddenly manifested right before Tianlong's face! A terrifying curtain of sword light descended, engulfing him completely! A hoarse, guttural shriek tore from his throat. In mere moments, dozens of bone-deep wounds were carved across the old man's body out of thin air. Spurt! A sword pierced straight through Li Guanqi's back as Diya tried to force him away. Yet beneath the mask, cold glints flashed in Li Guanqi's eyes. Reversing the Xue Ming Sword, he drove it savagely downward into his own shoulder! Squelch! The instant the old man saw his foe impale his own shoulder with the blade, he froze, unable to process the sight. The sword passed completely through Li Guanqi's body and plunged straight into Diya! The ghost mask turned back, revealing only a single blood-red eye. In the next breath... The old man discovered to his horror that the flesh and essence blood within his body were draining away at breakneck speed. In the blink of an eye, he had withered into skin and bones. Only by violently kicking Li Guanqi in the back did he manage to break free. He stumbled back onto his feet, breath ragged and erratic. The meridians in his body were left in utter shambles, his vital blood running in reverse, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Meanwhile, Tianlong was trapped tight within the boundless power of thunder-flame. Sheer terror filled his eyes. It was unimaginable that their opponent possessed such terrifying strength. Even until now, the two of them had still underestimated him! Boom! Forcibly breaking free from Li Guanqi's thunder chains, Tianlong vaulted backward several hundred zhang. Supporting the emaciated old man, his eyes flickered as he raised a hand to swallow a blood-replenishing pill. Only then did Diya regain some color. When Diya looked at the sword in Li Guanqi's hand with its swaying tendrils, his eyes were brimming with dread and unease! Li Guanqi, by contrast, felt his aura rise slightly, accompanied by an almost morbid thrill spreading through his body! Channeling his divine sense, Li Guanqi forced himself to stay clear-headed. Looking down at the Xue Ming Sword, a trace of wariness crept into the depths of his eyes. Truly a demonic sword... That morbid sense of gratification had nearly swallowed him whole. In just a single breath, it had restored nearly five percent of the immortal primal energy in his body! What was more, this five percent required virtually no refining—it was immediately available for him to command. With such a monstrous, heaven-defying ability, in large-scale slaughter the Xue Ming Sword would be utterly unstoppable! Even in a duel like this, it was already miraculous. Circulating his immortal primal energy, Li Guanqi sealed his bleeding wounds. In the blink of an eye, vital blood surged, restoring his injuries completely. Across from him, the expressions of the two turned grim once more. In a grating, broken rasp, Tianlong muttered, "Demon King... Physique!!" Li Guanqi was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected them to have such sharp eyes. The two exchanged a look, and immediately afterward, an immense pressure erupted from their bodies! Standing shoulder to shoulder, one reached out with his right hand and the other with his left. They were actually joining hands to form seals together! Seeing this, Li Guanqi's heart tightened. Thunder flashed under his feet, and leaving afterimages trailing through the air, he shot forward in an explosive charge! "Red Lotus: Thunder Wrath!" "Xue Ming: World Annihilation!" Both swords slashed down wildly. Yet the auras of the two elders merged into one, instantly surging to the late ninth stage of the Mystic Immortal realm! They broke apart, strange and eerie black patterns spreading from between their brows all the way to their temples. Two sword lights flashed and vanished. Boom! Boom! Boom! The sword lights shattered as two afterimages converged on Li Guanqi from left and right in a pincer attack! Clenching his teeth, Li Guanqi's eyes flickered rapidly as both hands took up sword stances! Clang, clang, clang! Clang, clang! Rumble! Clang, clang, clang! Three afterimages flickered frantically in midair. Surrounding mountain peaks cracked and blasted apart, while the earth below was carved with deep ravines gouged by stray sword lights. The Rakshasa Ghost Mask's absorption of essence blood accelerated sharply. At the same time, wisps of black qi began to seep from Li Guanqi's body. For a time, Li Guanqi was hard-pressed just defending, thoroughly suppressed by the two. Their coordination was seamless to the utmost; any slight lapse on his part meant taking on several new cuts. Li Guanqi swung his blades with all his might. Bolstered by Sword Po realm sword intent, every strike carried world-destroying might. Yet the two were exceedingly crafty. Knowing their immortal primal energy intensity and physical strength fell short of Li Guanqi's, they played to their strengths and avoided his edges, dodging his direct strikes until Li Guanqi felt the stifling frustration of having immense power with nowhere to land it. As time wore on, Li Guanqi found himself completely unable to break their rhythm... Thunder stirred in his palm, yet when he glanced up at the vault of heaven, nothing answered. Li Guanqi gritted his teeth. Recreating a spirit incantation from scratch within the Immortal Realm during active combat was simply impossible—they refused to give him an ounce of breathing room. The pair attacked in a relentless deluge, giving Li Guanqi not a second of respite. They also knew Li Guanqi's actual cultivation base was not exceptionally high, and his immortal primal energy was nearly spent. Moreover, throughout the clash, they gave him zero opportunity to drive his blade into their flesh... Another stick of incense passed, and beneath the mask, Li Guanqi's face had grown deathly pale. Flashes of dizziness even pulsed through his mind from time to time. His body was marred with numerous bone-deep wounds. Li Guanqi gritted his teeth, secretly preparing to flee. Facing two powerhouses comparable to the ninth stage of the Mystic Immortal realm, Li Guanqi, who relied on external aid to elevate his realm, was struggling. Yet right at this moment, wisps of black qi drifted from the mouth of the Rakshasa Ghost Mask. Li Guanqi's consciousness was forcibly split slightly apart. In his mind, a flood of knowledge concerning the Purgatory Path and Asura Path appeared out of nowhere... Shielded beneath the mask, the Spirit-Devouring Dao Physique was fully unleashed. The spirit seal between his eyebrows gleamed with radiant light. The intricate, abstruse texts struck straight into his soul, and black smoke abruptly coalesced around Li Guanqi. The howling wind shrieked like vengeful ghosts! The cultivation technique of the Purgatory Asura Sword began circulating on its own. Li Guanqi's body stiffened, and his entire demeanor underwent a drastic metamorphosis! Crimson light spilled outward, carrying a frigid, bloodthirsty aura that rolled across the area. "The aura... of the Buddhist Six Paths!!" "Not good! Fall back!!" Knocked back by the sword light, Li Guanqi dipped low and snapped his head up, the crimson eyes behind the mask glittering with an eerie red gleam! Li Guanqi gripped his sword with both hands, and the phantasm of a red-haired fiend abruptly manifested beside him! Terrifying immortal primal energy gathered into the Xue Ming Sword, causing the blade to tremble and hum as an aura so formidable it stifled the breath radiated outward! The vengeful ghost howled. Li Guanqi's body turned into a streak of lightning and vanished from the spot! "Ghost Wrath!!" Mountains along his path shattered with tremendous crashes, and the earth was rent asunder. A horizontal sweep of sword light flashed and vanished! Splatter! Splatter! The phantasm of the red-haired fiend flashed past, its hands ripping the heads from both men! Spurt! Li Guanqi spat a mouthful of blood, his figure flickering as he vanished from the spot in an instant.