The Bloody Battle of the Eight Aspect Worlds

The peerless demoness of the Demon Palace, her devilish figure moving like the sinuous coils of a python, and the ethereal fairy of the Sword-Shrine, serene as an immortal, were both still shrouded in mist. Only the vague outlines of their slender forms could be discerned. Without speaking a word or giving their names, they surrounded Xiao Chen alongside the Scripture-Seal, a master of the Ancient Holy Scripture from the Roman Empire, all trying to suppress Xiao Chen’s Eight Aspect Worlds divine ability.

“Hee hee…” The demoness of the Demon Palace laughed softly. Her garments fluttered, and she moved like a delicate butterfly, gliding lightly through the air. But as she passed, space twisted around her. She was like a spirit wandering between heaven and hell. Her jade-like arms appeared and disappeared, tearing open the fabric of dimensional space and channeling the Chaotic Sword Qi directly into the void.

Then, like a startled swan, she appeared abruptly before Xiao Chen, her eyes smiling with seduction, her gaze soft as water. Her long black hair whipped through the air. Though her face remained hidden behind mist, the mystery only added to her allure. Her breathtakingly soft body slithered close to Xiao Chen like a serpent. Her bare hands moved in rapid succession, and amidst her enchanting laughter, her jade-like palms clashed with Xiao Chen’s in thousands of exchanges in an instant.

Both reeled as if struck by lightning. They were evenly matched, for despite Xiao Chen’s unceasing Chaotic Sword Qi, the peerless demoness of the Demon Palace seemed surrounded by spatial rifts. The space around her was completely connected to dimensional voids, allowing her to temporarily resist the Chaotic Sword Qi.

The demoness laughed softly and rose into the air, dancing like a celestial fiend riding the wind. As she departed, her little feet—white as snow, crystalline as jade—stomped toward Xiao Chen’s chest.

Space collapsed!

The Demonic Force controlled the very fabric of space!

Though the peerless demoness appeared alluring, light as a spirit, and smiled with charm, her killing intent was terrifying. Xiao Chen dared not be careless, or he would surely die in an instant.

Yet he was not overly tense. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth. Facing those jade-like, crystalline little feet, he used the Eight Aspect ultimate speed to dodge the collapsing space in an instant. Then, like a meteor, he shot forward, his hands flashing like lightning as he reached out.

The demoness of the Demon Palace was not as fast as Xiao Chen. When she saw him boldly and rudely reaching for her bare feet, she did not get angry. Instead, she laughed softly. Her feathered garments moved like two jade dragons, tearing through the void to sever Xiao Chen’s arms.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen did not block. His hands still reached for those jade-like feet.

“Bang! Bang!”

Both sleeves of her feathered garment struck Xiao Chen’s arms violently, shattering his robes and leaving two terrible wounds on his arms. Blood gushed forth.

This was only because Xiao Chen had cultivated the Art of Melting Weapons into the Body. If it were any other expert of the same realm, both their arms and even their body would have been shattered.

Facing a powerful enemy, Xiao Chen made no attempt to hide his abilities. He clearly told his foes that his Art of Melting Weapons into the Body had reached a terrifying new level.

Though the peerless demoness laughed softly, her devilish figure writhed urgently, trying to escape the pursuing Xiao Chen. But his hands had already reached her, seizing her jade-like feet in an instant.

They felt soft and smooth to the touch, like finest mutton-fat jade—a perfect masterpiece of heaven. But at this moment, Xiao Chen had no intention of showing mercy. An enemy was an enemy; how could he soften his heart because of beauty?

The demoness laughed sweetly, her peerless bewitching body sliding like a serpent, trying to break free from Xiao Chen’s grip. Though she was laughing, her actions revealed her murderous intent. Her crystalline jade feet kicked repeatedly, emitting spiral Demonic Qi.

Xiao Chen sneered. Without hesitation, he gripped the demoness’s soft, jade-like feet and sent out the Lingxi Sword Wave, intending to shatter them utterly—a ruthless culling of the flower.

The demoness’s expression finally changed. Dimensional space appeared around her, sealing off the other Lingxi Sword Waves that were vibrating toward her misty form. Her Demonic Qi poured out like a river of stars falling from the Ninth Heaven, surging from her delicate white feet to resist the destructive sword waves.

All of this happened in the space of a spark, with speed reaching its utmost limit.

“Shiiiing!”

The sound of tearing air rang out incessantly. The fairy of the Sword-Shrine struck with her sword, helping the demoness escape her crisis. At the same time, the Roman Empire religious master Scripture-Seal acted; the Ancient Holy Scripture flipped page after page, emitting brilliant beams that swept toward Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen was undaunted. Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water—the Four Aspects moved together. A series of Chaotic Sword Qis swept out, their killing aura directly dispersing the clouds floating in the sky. The surging Chaotic Sword Qi shot up like comets, their power unimaginable.

The Chaotic Sword Qi shattered the sacred rays from the Ancient Holy Scripture, but it allowed the Sword-Shrine fairy to close in. She could actually traverse space, tearing open a spatial tunnel within the Four Aspects of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water.

Her figure and temperament seemed like that of an ethereal maiden, but the sword in her hand was incomparably sharp. With a heart-perceiving spirit, she condensed the mind-sword into a dazzling beam of light, attacking from behind. In an instant, she ripped open space and thrust directly at Xiao Chen’s back, while her left hand rose to slice at his neck.

He could clearly sense everything behind him. Facing such a fatal strike, Xiao Chen’s eyes shot out two cold rays. In an instant, he made his decision: he shifted his body sideways by a foot, then, still gripping the demoness’s feet, he used the Eight Aspect ultimate speed and crashed backward.

The Sword-Shrine fairy’s left palm struck empty air, shattering the void. But the mind-sword in her right hand pierced deep into Xiao Chen’s left shoulder. With a “puff,” blood burst forth. His left shoulder was pierced through, a spray of blood arcing out as it gushed forth.

This outcome surprised everyone. Xiao Chen had not retreated; instead, he had chosen to hold the demoness and crash into the Sword-Shrine fairy behind him.

The ethereal fairy of the Sword-Shrine changed color in alarm. Xiao Chen had closed in on her despite a mutual wound. Now there was no way to evade. Almost at the instant her mind-sword pierced Xiao Chen’s left shoulder, he pressed close to her, and his left elbow slammed fiercely backward.

“Bang!”

A solid hit!

Xiao Chen’s left elbow struck the Sword-Shrine fairy’s right breast with full force. The impact immediately made her spit out a mouthful of blood as she flew backward.

Her chest garment was shattered, and a protective heart-mirror turned to dust, scattering in the air. Even so, two of her ribs were broken.

Light flickered, and the Sword-Shrine fairy’s surroundings blurred with mist. She quickly threw on a feathered garment to prevent any indecent exposure. Only she knew that her originally flawless right breast was now black and purple—a severe injury!

For a fairy of the Sword-Shrine, this was a supreme humiliation!

The wounded part was… so disgraceful. It was a naked desecration! Xiao Chen’s audacity was beyond measure!

Within the mist, the Sword-Shrine fairy’s transcendent, pure-beautiful face turned cold as ice.

It was not that she was weaker in skill; it was that Xiao Chen’s battle method was too fierce—a true desperado’s tactic. He traded wound for wound, a gamble that caught her off guard. He exchanged a pierced shoulder for her severe injury. Without the protective heart-mirror, she might have been in true danger.

All of this happened in an instant.

At the same time, Xiao Chen let out a great shout. The Lingxi Sword Wave vibrated with fury, pushed to its ultimate limit—a destructive force, a divine technique that had once terrified an age.

“Puff!”

Xiao Chen actually used the Lingxi Sword Wave to shatter the demoness of the Demon Palace’s feet. Blood stained the sky. Of course, in the process, he too suffered heavily. The peerless demoness’s feathered garment lashed out like an unbreakable sheet of iron, striking his body. He spat blood and flew backward.

A ruthless culling of the flower!

The peerless demoness of the Demon Palace, with her enchanting beauty and thousand charms, had lost her feet in a moment of carelessness. It was a brief, breathtaking process, and the result stunned everyone present.

A cruel ending. Without feet, even a peerless beauty was now a cripple. Her cultivation would surely decline.

Everyone drew in a cold breath. Xiao Chen was indeed an extremely dangerous man. He was not stronger than the others present; his method was simply ferocious. He was a desperado who did not value his own life.

Wounding himself to wound the enemy!

An extremely dangerous man!

All the mist before the demoness of the Demon Palace dissipated, revealing a face of peerless beauty. Now, that flawless face was twisted in pain. Her large, spirited eyes glistened with tears, pitiful and utterly heartbreaking.

She was so pitiful that one could not help but feel heartache. A celestial-demonic beauty like her had been crippled, her crystalline jade feet shattered by Xiao Chen. Even the nearby male cultivators felt a pang of heartache. Such an ethereal, peerless enchantment was now disabled. Xiao Chen was a butcher, loathsome and detestable.

The onlookers seemed frozen, momentarily at a loss.

Tears streaming down her face, the demoness weakly lunged toward Xiao Chen. Her long, graceful body traced a sorrowful arc. Having lost her feet, she seemed to have lost the will to live. Even this final attack was limp, like a moth diving into a flame.

But Xiao Chen’s eyes shot out two cold beams. His resolve was utterly unmoved. He struck decisively and mercilessly, with all his power, because he felt a great danger approaching!

Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water churned. The Four Aspects interwove, sending out Chaotic Sword Qis that annihilated space and swept across the peerless demoness.

At that moment, dimensional space continuously tore open, manifesting around them. A storm of energy formed in the sky, entirely caused by the demoness. It was like the Milky Way falling from the Ninth Heaven, like the Yellow Springs rushing out of hell, sweeping across all directions. Dozens of dimensional passages opened.

The sky became a terrifying zone of death!

If Xiao Chen had any trace of contempt a moment ago, he would have been consumed by the destructive energy now.

Void shattered and re-formed, becoming a source of annihilation!

This outcome surprised everyone. The demoness of the Demon Palace was terrifyingly powerful; she had not despaired at all. Her soul-shaking expression had deceived many.

Only when the heavens and earth returned to clarity did everything calm down. The peerless demoness chuckled, her red lips sensuous and lustrous, her white teeth like crystalline jade. Dimples appeared on her cheeks. Her eyes held a soft, unfathomable glimmer—some annoyance, some indignation, some appreciation—clever and spirited.

And her feet had regenerated, as good as new.

“That’s… the Demon Regeneration Art!”

“Yes, the demoness has mastered the Demon Divine Ability of Regeneration; she is not a cripple. Such a divine art… probably few can kill her. It is no weaker than the legendary Undying Art or the Longevity Art.”

“You are a heartless man…” The demoness looked at Xiao Chen with a smile, her tone playful. “So cruel, cutting off my feet without so much as a blink. You are the coldest cultivator I have ever seen.”

“Cold? That’s normal. When life and death are at stake, there is no man or woman, no beauty or ugliness. Even if you are peerless and elegant, as long as you are an enemy, before my eyes you are but a skeleton of red dust.” Xiao Chen’s words were calm.

“Hee hee… I like such men.” The peerless demoness’s smile could topple nations with its coquettish charm. Her bare feet were as white as snow, shining with a jade-like luster. She danced in the sky like a spirit.

“Heartless good man. Today, I may have to kill you.” Speaking thus, the Demon Palace demoness smiled sweetly and once again attacked Xiao Chen gracefully. No one would underestimate the true killing intent hidden beneath that beautiful dance.

At the same time, the Roman Empire’s religious master Scripture-Seal also moved. The Ancient Holy Scripture flipped through its pages, sending out splendor after splendor.

And the Sword-Shrine fairy attacked at once. She had suffered a loss earlier; her right breast had been struck. This violation was her greatest shame. A sword’s cold light moved mountains and rivers. The mind-sword’s beam shot straight into the heavens.

Not far away, the monk Yizhen was deeply conflicted. He desperately wanted to rush in and join the battle, but Xiao Chen sent him a telepathic message, speaking in an unwavering tone: “Go first.”

Yizhen knew that Xiao Chen had the Eight Aspect ultimate speed, and without him there, escape would be easier. But how could he abandon a friend and flee first? He could not do it. He feared that Xiao Chen could not break free from the encirclement of several masters.

“If you leave, I can escape!”

Those few words, though short, made Yizhen stop in his tracks. He was a clear-headed man. He looked at Xiao Chen, nodded silently, and then soared into the sky with the Verdant Dragon King.

A female expert of the Roman Empire gave chase, but ultimately returned without success.

At this moment, the Feudao stood outside the arena, cool and calm. He did not participate in the siege, but the flying knife in his hand shimmered with light. The oppressive, formless sword qi locked onto Xiao Chen, fearing that he would suddenly use the Eight Aspect Worlds to flee. As Yizhen fled, he did not even frown.

The Little Li Flying Dagger was said to be a unique art of heaven and earth, capable of tearing through the void and crossing all dimensions to kill enemies. No one dared to underestimate it. Keeping Xiao Chen thus locked down was a deterrent of unparalleled power.

Flash! A red light appeared. Between the Feudao’s fingers was a blood-red small dagger. Though still crystal clear, its color was vastly different from his usual flying knives—as if stained with blood. The translucent, blood-colored blade emitted ray after ray of red light.

This was the sole surviving flying knife of Little Li!

With a heart full of benevolence and compassion, but forced to slay countless gods, Little Li felt his slaughter was too heavy. In the end, he discarded this flying knife stained with the blood of endless gods, but it was found by his disciple and passed down through the generations.

This crystal clear blood-red flying knife had been tempered by Little Li with his heart!

There was no killing intent, no sense of murderous will. But the moment the blood-red flying knife appeared, everyone present felt their souls tremble with fear.

Seeing the Feudao produce this knife, Scripture-Seal, the Demon Palace demoness, and the Sword-Shrine fairy all stepped back, surrounding Xiao Chen from three sides. They watched as the Feudao walked into the arena through the void.

Without a word, Xiao Chen charged directly. This would be his third clash with the Flying Dagger successor! The appearance of the blood-red knife made him feel the threat of death. Perhaps he could no longer hold back even a shred of strength, or he would likely die here.

Unexpectedly, the Feudao did not shoot the transparent blood-red knife. Instead, he held it between two fingers and engaged Xiao Chen in close combat, using the knife to slash through the Chaotic Sword Qi. There was no chance of the blade shattering this time.

The two figures of light tangled together. Everyone was surprised. Why did the Feudao not shoot the blood-red knife? It would surely be a strike that could split heaven and earth, surpassing gods and demons.

Flash! The Feudao stepped back and said coldly to Xiao Chen, “You have reservations. You dare not fight with abandon, afraid that others will instantly kill you?”

“Say no more. Just strike with the knife!” Xiao Chen replied calmly. He controlled the Eight Aspect ultimate speed, and without the deterrent of the Little Li Flying Dagger, he could flee at any time.

“This knife, once out, will split heaven and earth, dim mountains and rivers, and make gods weep. Even a god, if his skin is cut, will perish body and soul. This is the only benevolent knife refined by our forefather Little Li with his heart. It does not kill those who are not great villains, not those who are not heinous, not those who are not utterly evil. It has slain countless wicked gods and vicious spirits. This knife… cannot be used against you. I very much want a fair fight with you, but today is not the time.”

With that, the Feudao stepped back.

“Good. Today, I will still accept a draw between us. Next time, we will settle the outcome.” Xiao Chen nodded.

Flash! Four figures rushed forward, surrounding Xiao Chen. The Little Li Dagger successor did not act, but that did not mean others would let Xiao Chen leave.

The Demon Palace demoness had nearly lost her feet—she could not let it go so easily. The Sword-Shrine fairy had suffered humiliation to her right breast—she could not let Xiao Chen depart at ease. As for the Roman Empire’s religious master, it was even less likely to let Xiao Chen go. One of their experts had been killed by Yizhen, whom Xiao Chen had just let escape; naturally, the debt would be paid by Xiao Chen. Scripture-Seal and a female expert charged forward.

“Hahaha…” Xiao Chen laughed loudly.

Facing four alone, he showed no fear. Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water—the Four Aspects churned. He began to fade into the void, a mist of Chaotic light flickering around him as he transformed into a patch of Chaotic radiance.

“Legend has it that Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water can re-create Chaos?”

“Can he truly open up a new world?” Scripture-Seal, the Demon Palace demoness, and the Sword-Shrine fairy all felt a tremor of awe. They recalled some esoteric secrets and involuntarily exclaimed.

To this, Xiao Chen only snorted. How could he reveal the secrets of the Eight Aspect Worlds? He had never considered re-smelting a world; that was simply unrealistic—a power of Ancestral Gods. If he truly attempted it, many would come to destroy him.

In fact, based on his own exploration of the Eight Aspect Worlds, he knew that even if Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water re-created Chaos, they could not possibly forge a new world. It differed greatly from legend. The so-called “Chaos” in this world was not the primordial form, but the Chaotic Sword Qi was sufficiently terrifying as a killing tool, providing him with an extremely powerful offensive force.

Scripture-Seal’s Ancient Holy Scripture flipped open, turning into a sheet of sacred radiance that swept toward Xiao Chen. Within it shot stellar rays, and dozens of small brilliant stars revolved around the Holy Scripture.

The Demon Palace demoness tore open dimensional space, her Demonic Force dancing through the universe, trying to directly push Xiao Chen into it. The Sword-Shrine fairy swung her peerless sword light, making mountains and rivers pale, breaking through the dark realm with her sword, using the power of alien space to devour the Chaotic Sword Qi.

Killing intent reached the heavens. A female cultivator of the Roman Empire, clad in golden battle armor like a goddess of war, swept her golden war spear diagonally. The spear’s edge tore through the sky.

These four combined, their power unimaginable. Space silently disintegrated. Even the Chaotic Sword Qi crumbled, all channeled into dimensional space.

Yet Xiao Chen remained unafraid. He activated the Eight Aspect ultimate speed, not only preventing the four from encircling him but also attacking them like a meteor, circling around them.

He had transformed into a patch of Chaos!

Chaotic light continuously swept out. Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water—the Four Aspects re-created Chaos, grinding out beams of annihilation. Xiao Chen became the source of the power of destruction. Every flicker of light emanating from his body could shatter space, and his offensive power was unstoppable.

“Bang! Bang!”

Violent collisions!

Xiao Chen engaged in four furious exchanges with the Ancient Holy Scripture, the Mind-Sword Beam, the Demonic Force, and the Divine Spear Domain.

The result… Scripture-Seal spat blood and flew backward; the Sword-Shrine fairy clutched her right breast, spat blood, and retreated; the Demon Palace demoness’s blood stained the sky as she tumbled backward; the Roman Empire’s golden female war goddess’s face was ashen, her divine spear broken, blood drenching the sky as she retreated.

Of course, having desperately battled four masters simultaneously, Xiao Chen also suffered greatly. He vomited six mouthfuls of blood in succession. Cautiously on guard against the Feudao, he shot into the sky like a flying meteor.

Xiao Chen had no intention of truly fighting these people to the death. In terms of realm and strength, each one was his match. If it came to a life-and-death struggle, he alone could never defeat several masters—he would surely die.

Watching Xiao Chen soar into the sky, no one pursued. Since the Little Li Flying Dagger successor did not act, no one’s speed could stop Xiao Chen. These were all elites; they did not want to waste their efforts.

“When the Eight Aspect Worlds appear, mountains and rivers pale and heaven and earth tremble.” Watching Xiao Chen’s back, the Feudao made such an evaluation.

“Hee hee… I like such men.” The Demon Palace demoness danced in the sky, as spirit-bright and beautiful as a fairy.

The Sword-Shrine fairy was surrounded by mist, like the Moon Goddess descending to the mortal world. Her heavenly voice was melodious: “This man is extremely dangerous.”

On the scene, twelve masters surrounded the remaining four of the Fan Kingdom. All their divine abilities were unleashed. This was an undoubted fierce battle, or rather a massacre!

The four strong men lasted only a moment before they were all shattered, including a commandery princess—the daughter of the prince who had the ability to command and was about to set up a deadly formation.

At the distant end of the horizon, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged between heaven and earth. His bones cracked and popped, and his flesh writhed. Because he cultivated the Art of Melting Weapons into the Body, his injured body was recovering at an astonishing rate. His skin shimmered with a crystalline luster.

But at this moment, he suddenly sensed a powerful enmity sweeping toward him.

Xiao Chen abruptly opened his eyes. On the Demon Plain, a golden-haired boy of eleven or twelve stood with his eyes half-open, half-closed. A vertical eye on his forehead pulsed and beat! Though merely a youth, his killing intent was infinite, its momentum piercing straight through the clouds!

He stood casually, yet the very heavens and earth trembled before him, as if the azure sky and yellow earth themselves submitted to his pressure.

The Golden Lion King!

A supreme Buddha of unknown origin!

Three years ago, even demigods could not match him. Three years later, no one knew how strong he had become!

After three years, Xiao Chen encountered the human-formed Golden Lion King on the Demon Plain.