Upon hearing this, Lu Chenguang's figure suddenly changed, like a stream of light in the dark night, and instantly transformed into the cold and aloof Rong Lin, standing in front of Emperor Xuanyu, surrounded by a heart-pounding deep aura.
The magic weapon - the Love-Cutting Technique suddenly flew out. This weapon is rarely seen under normal circumstances, but at this moment it emits a thick black mist, as if it can devour all emotions and vitality in the world.
The appearance of the Love Slashing Technique instantly caused a great uproar in the surroundings, and exclamations from the crowd rose one after another. "He actually really mastered the Love Slashing Technique!"
The voice held both disbelief and deep awe. The Love Severing Technique, a forbidden technique passed down through the six realms for millennia, yet few could master it, not only represented the pinnacle of power but also the ultimate detachment and transcendence of emotion and obsession.
"That's right, this is the legendary Love Severing Technique. Once it's unleashed, almost no one in the six realms can withstand its brilliance!"
The reason why the Love-Cutting Technique is so powerful is not only because of the destructive power it can inspire, but also because of the complete rejection of emotions and the endless pursuit of self-limits it implies.
Those who practice this technique must cut off all worldly ties in order to gain supreme power and state of mind, which is an almost god-like existence.
Facing such a formidable opponent, Emperor Xuanyu's expression was solemn. He knew that to defeat Rong Lin, who wielded the Severing Love Art, he would have to surpass his own limits and reach the legendary 81st level of the technique. This was not only a test of strength, but also a supreme challenge of will and conviction. Only at that level would he have the opportunity to glimpse the true meaning behind the Severing Love Art and contend with it.
At this moment, time and space seemed to have been gently paused by an invisible hand. All things were silent, only the sound of heartbeats and breathing echoed in the vastness. The entire world was shrouded in an oppressive and heavy atmosphere. All living beings, whether they were high above the immortals or hidden demons, involuntarily stopped what they were doing and cast their eyes towards the stage where the peak showdown was about to take place.
Emperor Xuanyu stood high above the clouds, his robes fluttering as a golden light emanated from him, the majesty and brilliance of a supreme being in the heavens. However, at this moment, his eyes could hardly conceal shock and heartache as he looked across at Lu Chenguang, or more accurately, the Netherworld Demon Lord.
His voice trembled with undeniable power. "Rong Lin, perhaps I should call you Netherworld. Do you still remember the purity and brightness you once possessed? You were once the brightest star in the heavens. How could you have fallen into such a dark abyss, cultivating this chilling technique of severing emotions?"
Lu Chenguang, or the Netherworld Demon Lord, just sneered when he heard this. There was endless vicissitudes and ridicule in that laugh, as if it could penetrate the dust of time and hit the deepest part of people's hearts.
He slowly unleashed the Severing Love Art, and black demonic energy swirled like ink, enveloping him entirely, making him appear exceptionally ferocious and powerful. "Xuanyu, you're mistaken. Netherworld is my true name, and Rong Lin is but a long-forgotten illusion. Ten thousand years can transform vast oceans into mulberry fields, let alone a person's identity and beliefs. I am both the King of the Demon Realm and the master of the Severing Love Art. Today, I come to challenge you, the Lord of the Six Realms, to see whether your Heavenly Dao of Reincarnation is superior, or my Demonic Dao of Mercilessness will have the last laugh."
As Youming's words fell, the sky and the earth suddenly became turbulent, and the originally solidified air became violent. The black demonic energy and the golden divine light collided violently in the void, making a deafening roar.
All the fairies, demons and monsters retreated, fearing that they would be affected by this terrifying energy. Their faces were filled with fear and helplessness. This battle was no longer something they could intervene in.
"Okay! Since you insist on doing so, then I will grant your wish!" Emperor Xuanyu took a deep breath, and the golden light on his body suddenly surged. He formed seals with his hands, and ancient and mysterious patterns appeared behind him. That was the foreshadowing of the supreme martial art in the heavens - Qiankun Liuhe.
The battle was about to break out. The Nether Demon Lord moved his body and shuttled through the void like a ghost. The Severing Love Art in his hands turned into black sword beams. Each strike contained destructive power, directly targeting the vital points of the Xuanyu Emperor.
Emperor Xuanyu responded to all changes with the same attitude. With his profound cultivation and exquisite body movements, he dissolved Youming's attacks one by one and looked for opportunities to counterattack.
"Youming, your power is great, but it lacks the warmth of emotion. Ultimately, it is cold and ruthless. True strength should come from inner determination and conviction!"
When Youming heard this, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by indifference.
"Emotions? They're only for the weak. In the demon world, we believe only in strength and survival. Today, let us speak with strength!"
As he spoke, he launched another fierce attack. The Love-Severing Art transformed into thousands of sword shadows in his hands, shrouding the entire space in a shadow of death.
The battle entered a white-hot stage, and every attack and every defense condensed the efforts and will of both sides.
The sky was sometimes illuminated by golden light, and sometimes obscured by black demonic energy, as if even the sun, moon, and stars were eclipsed by it.
The creatures around could only watch this epic battle from afar, feeling shocked by the contest between the strong and helpless and fearful of the unknown fate.
As the battle continued, the sky became like a torn scroll, with the two extreme colors of gold and black intertwined and entwined, forming a doomsday scene.
Netherworld's attack became more and more fierce. The sword shadow transformed by the Love-Severing Art was as real as a substance. Every swing carried the power to tear open the void, causing the entire space to tremble.
His figure was as fast as lightning, appearing and disappearing from time to time, making it difficult to grasp. Even Emperor Xuanyu had to concentrate all his attention to deal with the attack that was as surging as a tide.
"Xuanyu, your resistance is futile! Under this Emotion-Severing Technique, all emotion and faith will vanish!" Youming's voice echoed in every corner of the battlefield, carrying unquestionable coldness and confidence. His smile, faintly visible through the black mist, seemed to reflect an endless desire for victory.
Yet, Emperor Xuanyu betrayed neither panic nor despair. His gaze remained resolute, a thin layer of golden light condensing around him. Every clash of swords stirred ripples, a testament to his profound cultivation and unwavering conviction. He knew that against an opponent like Youming, sheer force wasn't enough; he had to find a flaw to turn the tide.
"Youming, you are wrong. Strength may conquer for a while, but only the inner light and faith can illuminate the path to eternity." Emperor Xuanyu's voice was calm and powerful. His words seemed to penetrate the heavy demonic energy and hit the depths of Youming's soul.
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