Rebirth: City Sovereign

The Demon Lord groaned and spat out another mouthful of black and red blood.    

Rays of fiery death shot out from the blades, forming terrifying streams of fire energy around their bodies.    

Seeing that, the Devil Sovereign Sullivan looked up and then towards the White-Haired Man beside him. He opened his mouth and roared.    

Dragon King of Fengdu, was that your plan from the beginning?    

"Heh heh." Although the location where his chest was continuously filled with pain, Dragon King of Fengdu still had his mouth open wide, laughing unrestrainedly.    

"Don't misunderstand. I do not plan to perish together with you from the very start. Merely, your strength has indeed surpassed my expectations."    

"Demon Lord, don't think that you can still do whatever you want in the Devil Realm after harming my clansmen."    

"A debt of blood must be paid with blood. Leave your life here."    

"With me, the Dragon King of Fengdu, dying together with you, you, a Demon Lord, can be considered to be in the annals of history, hehe."    

"Bastard!" When the Demon Lord heard this, two veins popped out on his face as he scolded. He wanted to escape, but his body was trapped by those flaming dead spirits. Not to mention using spells, he couldn't even move his fingers.    

Dragon King of Fengdu opened his mouth, and used his bloodied mouth to issue a final order.    

"Dragon Flame Death Spirit, destroy!"    

All of a sudden, the dead spirits that covered their bodies started to turn red, as if they were iron pieces that had just been taken out of a raging fire, emitting a scorching heat.    

AHH!" As if they had felt that pain, the last bit of calmness finally disappeared as well. At this moment, everyone on the Demon Star heard the miserable howl of the Devil Sovereign Sullivan above Devil Manor!    

"Dragon King of Fengdu, I won't forgive you. I will make you regret living in this world and regret being born!"    

"Hehe, this sort of thing is best left in hell!" Dragon King of Fengdu shouted. Just as he was about to attack with his full strength and die together with the Demon Lord, something strange happened.    

The Demon Elder, who was covered with Dragon Flame death spirits, looked towards the back of Dragon King of Fengdu and opened her mouth as she shouted.    

"I say, don't watch the show. If I die, don't even think about curing your spiritual disease in this lifetime!"    

"It's time to make a move!"    

When Dragon King of Fengdu heard that, his expression also froze for a moment. He turned his head around and was about to look behind him.    

But before he could turn his body, dozens of Frozen Soul Sword appeared behind Dragon King of Fengdu and pierced through his body!    

"Puchi!"    

Feeling the bone-piercing pain in his body and the numbness in his four limbs, the Dragon King of Fengdu turned his head slightly in fear, looking at the figure that had ambushed him.    

The moment the black haired man with red eyes entered his sight, Dragon King of Fengdu's eyes widened. He opened his mouth and let out an incredulous voice.    

"Hey, I said, what's going on here?"    

"Yang Yun, why are you here!"    

Never in his wildest dreams would Dragon King of Fengdu have thought that within the Devil Realm, other than the Demon Elder, the only person who would give him a fatal blow would be the of the Immortal Realm, Yang Yun!    

At this moment, Yang Yun had obviously not recovered from the great battle with Xu Mingrui. On his face, the exposed four limbs within the robe were engraved with a black healing rune of Devil Clan, and his expression was as cold and emotionless as a controlled doll.    

As the Ice Soul Sword pierced through the Dragon King's body, streams of cold Qi emitted from the wound. The cold Qi slowly rose into the air, pouncing towards the Dragon Flame and the dead spirits, all of them instantly evaporating into mist and dissipating.    

Looking at that scene, Dragon King of Fengdu's heart was filled with despair.    

Feeling the seal on his body gradually loosen, the Demon Lord grinned and chuckled.    

Following that, streams of pitch-black spiritual energy gathered around his body. The Demon Lord opened his mouth and let out a heaven-shaking roar.    

"Break!"    

In the next second, waves after waves of terrifying demon attacks erupted from the surroundings of the Demon Elder, causing all the remaining Dragon Flame death spirits to be shattered into pieces!    

Following that, the Demon Elder raised his hand and slapped his palm onto the Dragon Clan treasure that had pierced his body, the body of the Dragon Flame Sword!    

"Bam!"    

With a crisp sound, Dragon King of Fengdu was shocked to see that the Dragon Flame God Sword, which had been passed down through the generations of Dragon Clan, was actually shattered into pieces by the Demon Lord's palm!    

Separated by a distance of dozens of meters, the Demon Elder opened his mouth and spoke with a smile as he looked at Dragon King of Fengdu, who was being controlled by Yang Yun's Ice Arts.    

"My apologies, Master Dragon King of Fengdu. Yang Yun is still in treatment and doesn't seem to really want to speak. Let me answer your question."    

"Since the medical equipment on your Immortal Realm is far too backward, I brought Yang Yun here to treat his injuries."    

"Healing? "Heh." Hearing Devil Sovereign Sullivan's words, he grinned and revealed a cold smile.    

"You're obviously brainwashing. You're afraid that Yang Yun will treat you within the Immortal Realm, the secret within Yang Yun's body will be discovered by others, that would be troublesome."    

"Haha, not bad. There is indeed a reason for this." Inside the Devil Realm, the Demon Lord naturally had nothing to worry about.    

"So what if I know? You don't think that you will be able to make it out of this demon star alive, right? " As the Demon Lord spoke, a pitch-black longsword slowly appeared in his hand.    

"What's that?" The moment the black sword appeared, Dragon King of Fengdu suddenly widened his eyes and said fearfully.    

"Dragon Bone Sword, a top-grade treasure refined from the bones of your Dragon Clan. How is it? As the sword drew circles and arcs in the air, the Demon Lord said with a giggle.    

"After all, you are a Dragon King of Fengdu. If I really kill you, your divine body would be annihilated. Even I, who have absorbed the bloodline of your Dragon Clan, would find it a bit difficult to accomplish."    

"You can only use your Dragon Clan's weapons to do this for me."    

"Evil creature, how dare you!" When he thought about how his compatriots had their bones extracted and turned into weapons, Dragon King of Fengdu's eyes widened to the point that his killing intent could almost be clearly seen.    

As his voice fell, streams of scarlet red flames rose from Dragon King of Fengdu's body. Dragon King of Fengdu used all his strength to struggle free from Yang Yun's Ice Arts.    

However, each and every Ice Soul Sword seemed to have its own intelligence. Every time the Dragon King used his strength, the spirit sword would fiercely sink an inch into his body.    

"Damn it, damn it!" Anger, despair, and unwillingness mixed together. Dragon King of Fengdu continued to struggle and roar.    

And behind him, more than ten meters behind him, Yang Yun, who was controlling the Ice Soul Sword, opened his mouth and spoke coldly.    

"It's useless, Dragon King of Fengdu."    

"Don't just look at how ordinary this Ice Sword is, this Descending Dragon Ice Sealing is me to begin with. I have specially prepared this Ice Arts for dozens of years just to deal with you."    

"Yang Yun, you?" Hearing Yang Yun's words, Dragon King of Fengdu's face paled, as he asked in disbelief.    

"Yes, Lord Dragon King of Fengdu, from the beginning, you were the same as Xu Mingrui, you were among the list of names that I had to kill!" Covered in pitch black runes, Yang Yun opened his mouth and spoke slowly. No change in expression could be seen on his face.    

And just at that moment, the Demon Lord holding the Dragon Bone Sword stepped through the air, rushing to the front of Dragon King of Fengdu!    

"Dragon Bone Sword, kill!"    

The Demon Elder shouted. On the blade of the Dragon Bone Sword, streams of pitch black spiritual energy twirled around it, and as the Demon Lord was in mid air, he twisted his body, extended his right hand out, and pushed the pitch black sword into Dragon King of Fengdu's chest!    

"Puchi!"    

The sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh resounded. Dragon King of Fengdu's body trembled suddenly, and then no longer moved.    

Following that, a white figure slowly fell from the sky above Devil Manor, landing on the charred ground as he let out a dull sound.    

"Putong."    

Yang Yun looked at the scene, patted his hands, and said coldly.    

"Goodbye, Lord Dragon King of Fengdu."    

"I've hated you for a long time."