C11 Holy King

Upon hearing the words, a look of scorn surfaced on Sunn Ling's face, followed by a cold, mocking laugh.

"Haha, very well, let's see if you're truly worthy of making such a claim!"

Lo Tianqi's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint as a towering wave of murderous aura erupted from him, intensifying the malevolent grin etched across his face.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a thunderous roar like that of lightning burst forth in the sky. A massive bolt of purple lightning descended from the heavens, striking the immense demonic net above Lo Tianqi's head with ferocity.

Thunderclaps echoed, making it seem as though the sky itself might shatter. The purple lightning relentlessly pummeled the demonic net, producing a series of deafening booms.

The layers of the net quivered under the assault of the purple lightning, crackling noises filling the air as cracks rapidly spread across its surface.

"Ah, this... Who is this person? How can this be possible? His power is immense! This... How can it be? He's a Holy King! He's actually a Holy King!"

Lo Tianqi's face paled as he heard the resounding noise, a look of utter disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"A Holy King, how can it be? This is impossible!"

Staring at the quivering magic net overhead, Lo Tianqi murmured in astonishment.

Sunn Ling watched Lo Tianqi's reaction with a sneer in his heart, though his face remained gravely serious. He knew that the person had surely arrived, and it was highly probable that they were right behind Lo Tianqi; otherwise, the purple lightning wouldn't have descended so abruptly.

While he didn't know the identity of the newcomer, Sunn Ling was convinced they were a Holy King-level master. The stranger's cultivation and aura were clearly beyond his ability to challenge.

With this realization, Sunn Ling couldn't help but inwardly sigh at his misfortune.

Lo Tianqi, witnessing the purple lightning ruthlessly striking the magic net above, felt a surge of panic. Yet, as a true Chaos Realm expert, his resolve was not easily shaken. He quickly regained his composure, a sharp gleam in his eyes and a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth, all while maintaining a stoic facade.

A glint of madness flickered deep within his eyes as he faced Sunn Ling, a sneer curling on his lips. "Sunn Ling, do you really expect me to take your words at face value? Do you think someone with my perfected Chaos Second Stage strength could be harmed by mere lightning? That accursed fellow, relying on nothing but a fragment of his soul, dared to strike at me. Does he believe himself unbeatable simply because he's a Holy King? What a pathetic creature!"

Sunn Ling's expression shifted upon hearing this. Though Lo Tianqi spoke with an air of nonchalance, Sunn Ling was well aware that his words were far from empty boasts. He had personally witnessed Lo Tianqi being blasted away by his own attack.

"Ha! Lo Tianqi, you were looking for a duel with me, weren't you? Well, I'm ready to give you a battle to remember. Come on, if you lose, you'll hand over everything you possess, including the Devil Clan and this very planet," Sunn Ling said, his eyes alight with anticipation.

Upon hearing this, a flash of avarice crossed Lo Tianqi's eyes, but it was swiftly concealed as he fixed a cold gaze on Sunn Ling. "Sunn Ling, our quarrel is personal, unrelated to anyone else. If you're set on this duel, I'll oblige. But if I emerge victorious, you must agree to cease your pursuit of Lin Chen and Luo Shuiyue."

"Hmph, I'll take you at your word!" Sunn Ling scoffed, a chill glinting in his eyes as he flicked his finger. Suddenly, a black longsword materialized in his grasp, quivering with a lethal energy. The blade, wreathed in black flames, exuded an aura of extreme danger that made hearts skip a beat. This was no ordinary weapon; it was a Holy Artifact of immense power.

Lo Tianqi sensed the looming threat from the weapon in Sunn Ling's hand, his expression darkening. His gaze locked onto the black longsword, pupils contracting as a mix of shock and wariness flickered through his eyes.

"Fine! If you're hell-bent on this duel, I'll indulge you. But remember, should you lose, I expect you to honor your word and spare them. And if you lose, you'll vanish from my sight for good!"

Lo Tianqi fixed his gaze on the black longsword in Sunn Ling's grasp and called out to him with a stern voice.

"Hmph, rest assured, I won't break my promise. If you manage to defeat me, I'll guarantee not to bother them. But if you fail, I certainly won't let them off easily."

Upon hearing Lo Tianqi's declaration, Sunn Ling let out a contemptuous snort, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam.

"Since you're so full of confidence, this will be much simpler. You want a duel? Fine, let's have a thrilling battle and I'll gauge the true extent of your strength!"

Lo Tianqi responded coolly to Sunn Ling's challenge.

"Hmph!" Sunn Ling grunted in response to Lo Tianqi's words, cutting the chatter short. With a swift flick of his wrist, the black longsword leapt into his hand.

"Whoosh!" As Sunn Ling grasped the sword, a formidable oppressive aura radiated from it. Spiritual Force from within Sunn Ling surged wildly into the black longsword, and under his command, a jet-black blade burst forth from the sword.

This dark blade, as if alive, whipped through the air with frenzied movements, emitting a series of piercing, slicing sounds.

Lo Tianqi watched the emergence of the pitch-black blade in Sunn Ling's hand, feeling a chill in his heart.

"Sunn Ling, is that black sword of yours a Holy Artifact? You actually possess a Holy Artifact?"

"Hmph, you're such a lowlife and yet you recognize a Holy Artifact? Well, of course, a Holy Artifact is something that only our kind can possess. It's no wonder someone like you wouldn't understand. Haha!"

Sunn Ling replied to Lo Tianqi with a cold laugh, his face brimming with scorn and derision.

Lo Tianqi's expression darkened at Sunn Ling's taunts, a surge of anger flickering in his eyes. He snorted sharply and kept his eyes fixed on the pitch-black longsword, a sense of awe stirring within him.

He could distinctly sense the immense power emanating from the black longsword in his grip.

This black longsword was certainly no ordinary Holy Artifact.

"Hmph, Sunn Ling, don't be so arrogant! Even if you wield a Holy Artifact, do you really think I'd fear you? Do you truly believe you deserve the title of Holy Artifact?"

Lo Tianqi stared at Sunn Ling with a frosty gaze, brandishing the Soul Devouring Spear in his hand once more.

"Hehe, Lo Tianqi, do you truly believe you're a deity? That your Holy Artifact is unbeatable? Remember, I possess a significant number of Holy Artifacts as well. And the one you're holding isn't even the finest of them. Just by its tier alone, I can destroy it!"

Sunn Ling's eyes narrowed into a cold sneer upon hearing Lo Tianqi's words. The murderous intent in his gaze intensified, clearly wary of the Soul Devouring Spear that Lo Tianqi wielded.

"Hmph! What harm can you do to me? Sunn Ling, you'd best not push me to act. Your sword may be formidable, but you're clueless about the true might of this spear in my grasp. I suggest you avoid provoking me, or you'll deeply regret it."

Lo Tianqi's eyes were icy as he spoke to Sunn Ling with detached coldness.