From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 127 Finally Defeat the Demon King and Protect the Human World

Wen Chen's weak breathing was right next to my ear. He held my hand, his palms clammy with cold sweat. The Black Flame Demon King's savage laughter was piercing, like a sharp knife scraping against my nerves. His power coalesced once more, black demonic flames churning in his hand, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey. I could almost feel that destructive power, and despair surged into my heart like a tidal wave.

"Yao'er, cover me!" Wen Chen's voice was weak, but it was resolute. He gripped my hand tightly, his fingertips pressing down as if he wanted to transfer his strength to me.

Cover him? I smiled bitterly. My current spiritual power is barely enough to support myself, so how could I possibly cover him? But looking at the determination in Wen Chen's eyes, I understood that this was our only hope.

"Alright!" I forced myself to stand up straight, gathering the last bit of spiritual energy within me to form a weak protective shield in front of us. I knew this shield was as thin as paper and couldn't withstand the Demon King's attack at all, but I had to do something, even if it was just to buy myself a moment's respite.

Wen Chen took a deep breath, and the immortal sword in his hand hummed. He deliberately staggered, revealing an obvious opening. The Black Flame Demon King fell for it as expected. A greedy glint flashed in his eyes, and he laughed wildly as he slammed the demonic flame in his hand fiercely towards Wen Chen's opening.

It's now!

A glint flashed in Wen Chen's eyes. He didn't dodge; instead, he charged forward into the face of that destructive force. The immortal sword in his hand erupted with dazzling light, like a dawn piercing the darkness. I could even hear the sound of spiritual energy surging within him—it was the sound of his desperate resolve.

"Wen Chen!" I couldn't help but exclaim, my heart leaping into my throat.

His figure moved like lightning, so fast that he was almost invisible. I could only see a flash of golden light as Wen Chen's figure passed through the black demonic flames and headed straight for the Black Flame Demon King's heart!

The Black Flame Demon King clearly hadn't expected Wen Chen to fight so desperately, and a look of shock appeared on his face. He tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

With a do-or-die spirit, Wen Chen's immortal sword pierced fiercely towards the Black Flame Demon King's heart! In that instant, I exerted all my strength, condensing the last bit of spiritual power in my body into a beam of light, and shot it toward the Demon King's heart.

I don't know where the strength came from; perhaps it was Wen Chen's resolute determination that inspired me, or perhaps it was the instinct for survival that drove me. All I knew was that I had to seize this fleeting opportunity, or we would all perish here.

Two beams of light, one gold and one white, struck the Black Flame Demon King's heart almost simultaneously.

"what--"

A deafening scream echoed through the heavens and earth; I felt as if my eardrums were about to burst. The Black Flame Demon King's body trembled violently, his face contorted and ferocious, his eyes filled with disbelief and resentment.

The black demonic flames began to dissipate, like smoke blown away by a gale. The Demon King's body gradually became transparent, as if it might disappear at any moment.

My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed to the ground. Wen Chen caught me, his body trembling slightly, clearly having exhausted all his strength.

"We... succeeded?" I asked, my voice trembling as I watched the Demon King gradually fade away.

Wen Chen didn't answer; he just held me tightly, and I could feel his rapid heartbeat.

After a long while, he finally gave a soft "hmm".

As the Demon King's screams faded, everything around fell silent. Only the wind howled past, carrying a hint of chilling menace.

Only then did I notice that the demonic energy around me was rapidly dissipating, and the sky was gradually returning to clarity.

“It’s over…” I murmured to myself, my heart filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

Suddenly, I sensed an unusual presence. I abruptly raised my head and looked towards where the Demon King had been standing.

There, though the Demon King's body had vanished, a wisp of black mist remained. The mist churned, as if brewing something.

"Be careful!" Wen Chen also sensed something was wrong. He shielded me behind him and watched the black mist warily.

The black mist grew larger and larger, gradually forming a vortex. At the center of the vortex, a blurry figure slowly emerged.

Although I couldn't see the figure's face clearly, I could feel a powerful pressure, even stronger than the previous Black Flame Demon King!

"What...what is this?" I gripped Wen Chen's hand tightly, a sense of foreboding rising in my heart.

Wen Chen's expression also turned serious. He said in a deep voice, "I don't know, but they are definitely not benevolent..."

The figure became clearer and clearer, and I finally saw his face.

It was an extremely handsome face, yet it was filled with evil and indifference. His eyes were like two burning flames, radiating a chilling light.

He slowly raised his hand, pointed at us, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Do you think this is the end of it?

The figure that emerged from the black mist was even more terrifying than the previous Black Flame Demon King. The oppressive aura emanating from him was like a mountain crashing down, making it almost impossible for me to breathe. His icy voice echoed between heaven and earth, tinged with mockery and disdain. "You think this is the end?"

Wen Chen shielded me behind him, the immortal sword in his hand humming as if responding to the powerful pressure. His expression was solemn, his gaze piercing as he stared intently at the figure. "No matter who you are, today, you will not bring further harm to the world!"

The surrounding demonic energy had completely dissipated, and the sky, which had been shrouded in demonic energy, gradually regained its clarity. Sunlight streamed down, illuminating this ravaged land.

Just then, I heard shouts of battle. Turning around, I saw Master Qingfeng and Zixuan fighting against the remaining demons. With the Black Flame Demon King dead, the demons were leaderless and immediately fell into chaos, utterly routed. Master Qingfeng's swordsmanship was fierce, each strike carrying a chilling killing intent. Zixuan's movements were light and agile, like a ghost, weaving among the demons, the dagger in her hand gleaming coldly.

I felt a little more at ease. It seemed that we had truly won this battle.

"Yao'er, be careful." Wen Chen's voice pulled me back to reality. Only then did I notice that the figure was already approaching us.

With each step he took, the surrounding space seemed to distort slightly, and a powerful sense of oppression washed over me. I gripped Wen Chen's hand tightly, my palms sweaty.

"Wen Chen..." I called softly, my voice trembling slightly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Wen Chen held my hand tightly and gave me a reassuring look.

Just as that figure was about to approach us, Wen Chen suddenly pushed me aside and then swung his sword to meet him.

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, two powerful forces collided, stirring up a gust of wind that sent sand and stones flying, obscuring the sky and the sun.

I was thrown back by this powerful force and crashed heavily to the ground, feeling as if my internal organs had shifted. I struggled to get up, but found myself completely powerless.

Through the swirling dust, I saw Wen Chen and that figure locked in fierce combat. Wen Chen's moves were sharp and his sword light was like a rainbow, but he couldn't harm that figure in the slightest. And that figure, with just a casual wave of his hand, was able to deflect Wen Chen's attacks.

I was extremely anxious, yet powerless to do anything about it.

After what seemed like an eternity, the dust gradually settled, and I finally saw the scene before me clearly.

Wen Chen knelt on the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his immortal sword broken in two. The other figure, however, remained unharmed, a mocking smile on his face.

"You think you can contend with me?" The figure looked down at Wen Chen, his tone full of disdain.

Wen Chen didn't speak, but struggled to stand up.

"Overestimating yourself." The figure sneered, raising his hand to deliver a fatal blow to Wen Chen.

"Stop!" I shouted with all my might.

The figure paused slightly, turned to look at me, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

I endured the excruciating pain and walked step by step toward Wen Chen.

"Yao'er, don't come any closer!" Wen Chen called out anxiously when he saw me.

I ignored him and continued walking towards him.

I walked over to Wen Chen, helped him up, and we slowly stood up together.

We supported each other, facing that powerful figure without the slightest fear.

"Who... are you?" I asked, looking at the figure.

The figure looked at us, a strange smile suddenly curling at the corner of its lips. "I am..." "I am... the lingering remnant of the Black Flame Demon King!" The figure's hoarse voice was as piercing as a broken gong. Before the words were finished, it turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air. Wen Chen groaned, swaying slightly. I quickly steadied him. "Are you alright?"

He shook his head, his face pale, but the blood at the corner of his mouth was bright red and glaring. "It's just some minor damage, nothing serious." I knew he was just trying to comfort me; we had both paid too high a price in this fierce battle.

Looking around, the scene was one of utter devastation, the air thick with the stench of blood and burnt flesh, silently testifying to the brutality of the battle. Master Qingfeng and Zixuan approached, their faces etched with the relief of surviving a catastrophe. "It's finally over," Master Qingfeng sighed, a hint of weariness in his voice.

Zi Xuan nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude as she looked at me. "Xiao Yao, thank you." If I hadn't discovered the Black Flame Demon King's weakness, this battle might have continued indefinitely, or even... we might have all perished here.

I shook my head. "We fought side by side, there's no need for thanks."

Wen Chen grasped my hand, our fingers intertwined, and a warm current flowed into my heart. We knew that the threat from the Demon Realm had been temporarily averted, and the mortal realm was protected. After Qingfeng Daoist quickly dealt with the battlefield, we prepared to return to the Immortal Sect.

Stepping onto my flying sword and soaring through the wind, I watched the mountains and rivers below gradually shrink, yet a strange unease welled up within me. We had endured countless life-or-death trials along the way, and now, having finally defeated the Demon King, we should feel relaxed and joyful. But a lingering gloom hung over me. Perhaps it was because of the ferocity of the battle, perhaps because of Wen Chen's injuries, or perhaps… something else entirely.

Wen Chen seemed to notice my unusual behavior and gently put his arm around my shoulder. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired." Not wanting him to worry, I suppressed my unease.

As the majestic gates of the Immortal Sect gradually came into view, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the unease in my heart. However, the moment we truly stepped into the Immortal Sect, I immediately felt the oppressive atmosphere. The once bustling Immortal Sect square now appeared unusually deserted, and the disciples coming and going were in a hurry, their faces carrying a trace of anxiety and unease.

"What's going on?" I wondered, turning to look at Wen Chen, only to find that his expression had also become serious.

As we landed on the plaza, disciples immediately came to greet us. "Immortal Venerable Wen Chen, Fairy Xiao Yao, you're back!" The disciple's tone was tinged with excitement, yet also with an undisguised nervousness.

"What happened to the Immortal Sect?" Wen Chen asked in a deep voice.

The disciple hesitated for a moment before finally speaking: "Immortal Venerable, during your absence, some conflicts have occurred within the Immortal Sect."

"A contradiction?" My heart sank, and an ominous premonition arose within me.

"What exactly happened?" Wen Chen pressed.

The disciple took a deep breath and slowly began to speak, "Ever since you and Fairy Xiao Yao went to exorcise the demon, several elders have had disagreements due to the power struggle. Now the immortal sect has split into several factions, and tensions are high between them..."

The disciple's voice grew softer and softer, but my heart sank deeper and deeper. It turned out that while we were fighting the Demon King to the death, such a change had occurred within the Immortal Sect.

Wen Chen's face was terribly gloomy. He held my hand tightly, and I felt a warm touch in his palm, but it couldn't dispel the chill in my heart.

"Take us to see the sect leader." Wen Chen's voice was icy, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The disciple quickly responded and led us toward the main hall of the sect leader. Along the way, I saw many disciples gathered in small groups, whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with unease and confusion.

As I approached the main hall, I heard a heated argument erupting inside. I took a deep breath and exchanged a glance with Wen Chen; the determination in his eyes gave me a surge of strength.

He pushed open the palace door, and we went in... "You..." Wen Chen's voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a hint of suppressed anger.