I walked outside.

　　I don't know how many roads Xuan Honghe took to find his way here.

　　He said he would protect me, and he actually did.

　　Xuan Honghe stood on the eaves, covered in bruises, but his eyes were bright and determined.

　　Da Xiheng, dressed in a robe with a wooden hairpin and a tattered sword, aimed directly at him.

　　Apart from the red mark at the corner of his eye, Da Xiheng, wearing a golden crown and silk robes, was even more dazzling than an earthly emperor.

　　One was like scorching sun, the other like ice.

　　I had a feeling that this might be their final battle.

　　Da Xiheng looked expressionlessly at Xuan Honghe, clenching his fist.

　　Countless miniature swords formed from demonic energy flew towards Xuan Honghe.

　　This move almost took Xuan Honghe's life before.

　　But now, he managed to barely dodge it.

　　However, it was not enough.

　　Da Xiheng summoned a heavy demonic sword and immediately engaged in a fierce battle with Xuan Honghe.

　　The two swords clashed.

　　White light flickered like flames in the night sky.

　　After a fierce struggle, they both stepped back.

　　Xuan Honghe took several steps back.

　　Da Xiheng sneered, "Is that all?" But in the next moment, his face changed.

　　- It turned out that Xuan Honghe didn't just retreat due to exhaustion, but he freed up space and used his true energy to form chains, trapping Da Xiheng! The chains pressed against Da Xiheng and made him struggle to collapse.

　　I couldn't help but wonder about Xuan Honghe's progress in his training these days.

　　However, Da Xiheng's reaction was also incredibly fast.

　　He summoned a heavy sword and stabbed it towards Xuan Honghe, even while suspended in the air.

　　Xuan Hong clenched his lips and surprisingly did not dodge or avoid, enduring this sword strike and preparing to deliver his final blow.

　　Da Xīhéng was trapped under the true energy, roaring furiously as he continuously charged at Xuan Hong and swung his sword infused with demonic energy.

　　He kept roaring with a terrifying fierceness, with his vocal cords almost tearing apart.

　　Pain and despair caused the taste of blood to rise in his throat, and he glared at Xuan Hong with hatred.

　　"Damn it! Xuan Hong! You deserve to die!" I frowned.

　　This battle turned out to be even more difficult than I had imagined.

　　Xuan Hong's evasions and blocks were slowing down, and his clothes even had tears from the demonic energy! Da Xīhéng's demonic energy was too strong, and Xuan Hong could barely hold him back.

　　"Xuan Hong! Kill him!" I shouted at Xuan Hong.

　　This shout was intended to dispel the demonic energy and clear his mind.

　　But Da Xīhéng also heard it.

　　Being pressed down on the ground, he suddenly trembled as if startled.

　　He panicked, immediately twisting his head with great effort, clenching his jaws tightly, and leaving a red mark on his cheekbones against the rough gravel.

　　This was obviously a clear fact, but he seemed to want to confirm it again annoyingly.

　　When he finally recognized that I was the one cheering for Xuan Hong, his bloodshot eyes widened to the maximum, his eye sockets almost tearing apart as tears welled up.

　　He, who had been struggling all along, suddenly stopped moving.

　　It was as if all the muscles and bones in his body had been pulled out.

　　He no longer screamed.

　　Xuan Hong shouted and stabbed his sword into his back.

　　He stabbed him, twisted the hilt, and pierced his heart.

　　Da Xīhéng died silently.