Immortal of the Ages

Chapter 330: Annihilate the Sword Cultivators!

In the west was a battalion of 2,000 humans adorned in inscription etched, multicolored robes. They soared through the sky, leaving trails of shimmering arcs.

These formidable forces represented the Calamity Seal Purgatory and the Rising Sun Inferno, each member a steward of countless souls, their combined might capable of sweeping through the Nine Hells.

Silent yet seething with battle intent, the two forces stood among the gullies and shadows of the Seven Day Peak. Particularly the Yang Devils, their ferocity blazed like an inferno!

Leading these legions were the two tyrants of the Nine Hellsthe Talisman Emperor and Wick Devil. They met atop the mountain, exchanging smiles, not words, waiting for more to arrive.

Soon, more did arrivea group of 1,000 Yin Devils.

"It's them!"

The eyes of the Yang Devils shone like blazing orbs in the shadows. They watched the elegant devils from the Endless Netherworld with arrogant disdain.

The two long-standing foes merely crossed paths. Though the air was tense, no fighting broke out.

At the mountain's summit, the Wick Devil, his eyes like twin furnaces, greeted the newly arrived Netherworld Emperor with a grin. "Long time no see, brother. All's well, I hope."

The Netherworld Emperor simply cast him a glance. He stood tall and coldly among the Yin Devils, uninterested in small talk.

The Wick Devil was undeterred, his gaze sweeping past the Netherworld Emperor and his brothers, before finally resting on a Yin Devil girl.

"Is this my niece?" he mused, "With her Nine-Tiered Bloodline, she's extraordinary. The future of our devil kin rests with her. Congratulations, brother."

"Congratulations to your great uncle, you fool," the War Princess couldn't help but coldly scoff.

She had a particular disdain for these Yang Devils, especially the Wick Devil. The hatred between them was so vast, it couldn't be contained in a single book. Yet, here they were, feigning civility. Who were they kidding?

Her remark instantly set the Yang Devils ablaze with fury, their faces contorted with rage, growling and ready to lunge at her.

"Oh, how adorable, my little niece is so fiery." The Wick Devil chuckled, amused. With a mere gesture, he calmed his minions. Their eyes, however, remained cold and aggressive, particularly when gazing at the female Yin Devils, their invasive intent never hidden in centuries.

"The Azure Phoenix Empress has arrived," the Talisman Emperor suddenly announced, interrupting the escalating tension.

With a roar, a mass of dark, demonic clouds descended, shrouding the entire Seven Day Peak. Sinister beasts of the Nine Hells descended, transforming into human forms and blending into the crowd.

A flock of Azure Phoenixes swooped down, and among them was a striking silver fox.

The Phoenix Empress, in her flowing azure dress, gracefully landed between the two devil factions. Her appearance was radiant and alluring, while the silver fox transformed into a handsome, silver-haired young man by her side.

"You grow ever more enchanting," the Talisman Emperor said, his eyes briefly scanning her figure. Qingzan, standing nearby, seemed slightly displeased.

"You flatter me, Talisman Emperor. I see you still remain the Nine Hells' most dashing smoothtalker," the Phoenix Empress responded.

The Talisman Emperor smiled, then turned to Moon Fairy. "And who might this be?"

"My foster son, Moon Fairy," she introduced.

The crowd of humans and devils exchanged glances.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, seniors!" Moon Fairy greeted, an amicable and dashing grin on his face. "Gathered here to decide the fate of that Exiled Sword Immortal, are we?"

"Hush, child, and step aside," the Phoenix Empress scolded.

"Yes, Mother," he complied, casting her a glance but couldn't resist adding, "Anyway, I do hope the Sword Cultivators meet their end this time. Thank you all in advance!"

The crowd chuckled at Moon Fairy's cheekiness.

"Your adopted son is quite earnest." The Talisman Emperor chuckled.

"A boy's mischief, I apologize for the embarrassment he's caused," the Phoenix Empress replied.

"No need to apologize. After all, the Sword Cultivators are cruel; it's only natural for the demons to hate them," the Talisman Emperor said solemnly. "But as members of the Nine Hells, we share a common root and should care for each other. This issue with the Exiled Sword Immortal is the folly of a few people. We just need to remove them to restore peace in the Nine Hells. We shouldn't harm the ordinary Sword Cultivators."

"You're right," the Phoenix Empress agreed, shooting a glare at Moon Fairy. "Did you hear that?"

"I don't care, I want them all gone," Moon Fairy muttered, head down.

Laughter filled the air again.

"We can't eliminate them all, but killing a few to teach the rest a lesson is reasonable..." the Wick Devil said, his voice deep and chuckling.

"Fine, we'll kill more then. Starting with those surnamed Mu," the Talisman Emperor said, his eyes glinting as he turned to the Yin Devils. "Netherworld Emperor, we three hells are united in this cause. What about you?"

"The Exiled Sword Immortals sowed chaos in the Nine Hells; they deserve their fate. We of the Endless Netherworld share in this responsibility," the Netherworld Emperor declared.

"That settles it," the Talisman Emperor concluded, looking north. "The Eternal Sword Prison ignored our warnings and chose this path, uniting the other seven hells against them. We'll wait for the three sea demon powers to join us, then we'll head into the Immortal Asylum together!"

The sea demons' disdain for the Sword Cultivators matched that of Moon Fairy. So, there was no need for further discussion.

And so, the alliance of the seven hells was officially formed.

In the crowd, the War Princess sneaked a glance at Moon Fairy. He was mingling with the elders from various factions, clearly a favorite among them.

"This guy, always playing the clown," she thought, feeling a bit perplexed.

What kind of person was he, really? One moment he was aloof and cold; the next, he was playing tricks on others!

In her mind, only one word summed him upbaffling!

Amidst ghostly flames burning all around, Yun Xiao, accompanied by 1,000 Sword Cultivators, traversed a deep, shadowy corridor. The roar of the Nian echoed, causing the entire Immortal Asylum to tremble. Many Sword Cultivators, intimidated by the ferocity of the beast, were dripping with sweat.

"There's talk that the representatives from the other seven hells first gathered at the Seven Day Peak, plotting in secrecy, before entering the Immortal Asylum together..."

For these Sword Cultivators, this was akin to a signal of impending doom. Logically, they should've been scared off by now.

However, the miracles brought forth by Yun Xiao were too staggering. Even in this dire moment with no glimmer of hope, as he led them forward with no fear, they followed, steadfast and determined.

Not even five Sword Wardens could inspire the kind of faith Yun Xiao did.

As the footsteps of the Sword Cultivators echoed in the vast space, their heartbeats were strong and steady. They ignored the howls of the Nian, their Sword Hearts unwavering.

Up ahead, a light appeared, revealing an immense battlefield in the shape of the Eight Trigrams. The Sword Cultivators stood at the Radiance position, while the other seven directions were yet unoccupied.

"The Eternal Sword Prison is the first to arrive. Please get ready!" Mo Jianzhi turned and spoke.

"Thank you!" The Sword Warden bowed in gratitude.

In the distance, the sounds of powerful beings from the other hells stepping into the Immortal Asylum could be faintly heard.

"As soon as they arrive, the Nine Hells Conquest Clash will begin. Good luck." With this, Mo Jianzhi soared up to a white jade platform floating above the battlefield.

Yun Xiao looked up to see that, apart from Mo Jianzhi, three other enigmatic figures were present on the white jade platform...

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