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Chapter 216 Zeus Vs Heavenly Demon

216 Zeus Vs Heavenly Demon

Mo Xie's face contorted with disbelief, his exclamation of surprise echoing, "What in the world?"

Before him loomed a colossal dragon cloaked in darkness and an ominous aura, accompanied by a man surrounded by crackling lightning.

"Well, well, what do we have here, a tiny soul?" Zeus jeered mockingly.

"I believe he's stronger than that woman's soul," Shen Long responded, his voice resonating with profound authority.

"Perhaps he'll serve as an excellent energy source," Zeus replied, his grin paired with a sinister undertone.

Listening to the exchange between Zeus and Shen Long, Mo Xie gritted his teeth, feeling his status as a heavenly demon diminished by these entities.

"Do you even know who I am?" he bellowed, his voice pulsating with anger.

"I can't say that I do, but one thing's certain – you're going to be our meal!" Zeus retorted, his tone dripping with mockery.

"Then I'll consume every bit of you!" Mo Xie declared, his voice growing colder.

With that, a resonance echoed through his very soul, and a crimson energy radiated from his form, causing him to undergo a magnificent growth.

His ethereal presence gradually transformed into a flawless soul manifestation. A robust figure adorned with lengthy hair, a red rhombus mark on his forehead, two menacing wings, and twin horns crowning his head contributed to an aura of genuine dread.

His garb mirrored the battle-worn armor of a seasoned general, as though he had weathered through countless wars.

Now, standing at a height equivalent to Zeus and shorter than Shen Long, he emanated a commanding presence.

"Now, who's the tiny soul you spoke of?" Mo Xie sneered.

Upon hearing this, Zeus and Shenlong stood unfazed.

Zeus, sporting an even wider grin, taunted, "Ascending in stature won't grant you parity with us," he mocked.

"Speak your words freely. What's undeniable is that you will become my sustenance," Mo Xie declared, a grin forming on his face as he unsheathed a sword adorned with ancient inscriptions.

Zeus's grin took on a more malevolent edge, "Let me handle him," he stated with a cold demeanor.

Shenlong remained silent, his authority still emanating strongly.

Zeus advanced, raising his hand. Lightning struck, shaping into a sword – the formidable Blade of Olympus.

"I shall consume you, lowly human!" he proclaimed, his voice icy.

Mo Xie's excitement radiated through his widening grin, "Hope you can fill the void I've felt for so long!" he shouted.

With determination, he sprinted toward Zeus, sword in hand, traversing the expansive ocean beneath his feet.

Zeus remained poised, patiently awaiting Mo Xie's approach. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Upon collision, their swords clashed, resonating with a thunderous "CLANK!" that reverberated through the air, accompanied by a dazzling display of lightning.

Mo Xie's initial excitement gave way to a serious expression as he acutely sensed Zeus's overwhelming power.

"Now, my turn!" Zeus declared.

With those words, he disengaged from the clash, launching a barrage of potent sword strikes against Mo Xie.

Clank!

Clank!

Clank!

The symphony of sword clashes persisted as Zeus relentlessly assailed Mo Xie. While Mo Xie could withstand the onslaught, his energy reserves dwindled significantly in the face of Zeus's formidable swordsmanship.

Clank!

This time, Mo Xie lost his defensive stance, panic twisting his expression.

Seizing the opportunity, Zeus thrust his sword into Mo Xie's form. The blade penetrated, and as it struck true, Mo Xie's body transformed into white smoke, dissipating into nothingness.

Suddenly, Mo Xie reappeared behind Zeus in an offensive stance.

"Gotcha!" he sneered.

His sword advanced, targeting Zeus's vulnerable back. Yet, in an instant, Zeus's figure vanished, transforming into a streak of lightning.

Zeus's gaze dripped with condescension as he spoke, "Now, you shall become a fragment of that kid's might," a smirk etched across his face.

With a disdainful toss, Zeus propelled Mo Xie high into the celestial expanse.

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Abruptly, the resonant roars of dragons reverberated, and two black dragons materialized, soaring from the cosmic depths towards Mo Xie.

Their menacing fangs closed in on Mo Xie.

In a ruthless display, they tore asunder Mo Xie's very soul, his essence dissipating slowly into the cosmic void.

Mo Xie, despite the brutal disintegration of his being, displayed no signs of anguish. As the heavenly demon, one on the cusp of immortality, he met an unanticipated demise.

"I will not..."

His defiant words trailed off into silence as one of the dragons severed his head, reducing his form to a nebula that gracefully ascended into the celestial expanse.

The cosmic void, once vacant, now bloomed with the birth of new stars.

However, from Mo Xie's remnants, a black horn descended into the ocean, sinking into its profound depths.

Zeus maintained his perch above the ocean, an embodiment of authority. "The boy should gain new power," he declared.

"I hold onto the hope that he may tread in my footsteps, hahaha," his laughter echoed, resonating as his form gradually dissipated into the cosmic tapestry.

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Back to reality, Li Yue'er meticulously continued combing Long Tian's hair, who remained ensconced in unconsciousness for a duration surpassing ten minutes.

Bi Han, Mo Yuegang, and Ling Han stood by, their collective anticipation palpable as they awaited the return of Long Tian's awareness.

"Is his condition critical?" inquired Mo Yuegang.

Bi Han offered a subtle shake of his head in response, "I cannot ascertain. At this juncture, he resides within the recesses of his subconscious."

Mo Yuegang acknowledged this with a nod.

As Mo Yuegang poised to speak further, his utterance faltered, arrested by the sudden revelation of an aberration upon Long Tian's physique.

A crimson rhombus-shaped mark materialized abruptly on Long Tian's forehead.

Li Yue'er and the rest mirrored the astonishment, their countenances etched with surprise.

"What's happening to him?" inquired Ling Han.

"It should be the effect of the healing. I hope it's a good thing," Bi Han responded.

Ling Han nodded, returning his scrutiny to the unconscious Long Tian, the mysterious mark adding an enigmatic layer to the unfolding events.

As the passage of time unfolded, the crimson mark on Long Tian's forehead unfurled dark runes that dispersed throughout his entire being.

In the ensuing moment, his corporeal form began to exude a dark aura akin to billowing black smoke.

Bi Han's countenance adopted a grave mien, and he voiced his concern, "This is demonic qi! His body is saturated with demonic qi!"

Li Yue'er's features mirrored worry as she inquired, "Is that a bad sign?"

"It's a good thing if the demonic qi maintains a balanced proportion within his body. However, the prevailing abundance of demonic qi raises uncertainties about the consequences," Bi Han elucidated.

Upon hearing this, concern etched itself across Li Yue'er's expression. She hoped to help with the power of her martial spirit, but she had tried earlier with no results.

Meanwhile, Mo Yuegang sought alternative solutions, questioning, "Are there no other methods to heal him?"

Bi Han momentarily pondered before responding, "There is one. I recall the sacred pool within our sect, capable of neutralizing and even stabilizing demonic qi. If Young Master Long is conveyed there, he may experience recovery."

Mo Yuegang hesitated, contemplating the significance of the sacred pool—a vital asset of the heavenly demon sect with water drawn from a source of unique essence.

However, Ling Han looked at him intently. He certainly knew what Ling Han meant.

I request personal safeguarding for my sect in exchange. How does that sound?" he suggested.

Ling Han assented unequivocally, "As long as the young master recuperates," he affirmed.

A grattified smile adorned Mo Yuegang's visage. The prospect of additional protection from a cultivator at the pinnacle of the golden core stage was certainly not unwelcome.

"Very well, let us transport Young Master Long to the sacred pool," Mo Yuegang declared, signaling a decisive course of action.