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"Is this... dark magic? Did old man Leimen also take up magic and martial dual cultivation?" In the face of the current situation, it wasn't just the humans—even the orcs on my side were gaping in surprise.

"The Savage Sword—Soul Devourer," the fifth-ranked divine sword on the Mainland, was the personal weapon of the Great Demon King Bato. The entire sword was forged from Hell Black Core Crystal, with the "Demon-Refining Key Pupil" as its core, containing forty-nine ultimate dark curses. Its power was unmatched, on par with the elves' top-tier "Galaxy Magic." If not for the "Six Stars Demon-Slaying Formation" that preemptively sealed Bato's magical abilities with its miraculous star power, preventing him from activating the curses, it might not be certain who would rule the Mainland today.

"Magic is a deep and complex art. I, Leimen, have neither the talent nor the energy to delve into its mysteries. However, the curses within this 'Soul Devourer Sword' can be triggered by simply providing magical power. The Great Demon King Bato only had dark magic, and once suppressed by star power, he couldn't use his magic. But I am different. Star power is inherently pure magical energy. Though I lack magical talent, I can refine star power and channel it into the sword to open the gates of hell. Let's see if this so-called strongest 'Six Stars Demon-Slaying Formation' can fill the bottomless pit of the forty-nine layers of hell." Leimen was not a mage, but after studying the Nine Yin Manual, he misinterpreted some of the mysteries of the Sword God Realm and naturally understood how to manipulate star power. Although he couldn't use it to break the formation, he could still activate the forbidden curses left behind by the Great Demon King.

The countless fragments of space resembled thousands of floodgates, drawing the pouring star power into them. Once the "Six Stars Demon-Slaying Formation" had an outlet for its accumulating power, it no longer condensed, and Leimen's movements naturally became faster.

"Hmph, 'White-Haired Demon Lion King,' you've jumped into this trap yourself. Do you really think we have no other means to kill you? We already knew you had many tricks up your sleeve, but unfortunately, you have no chance to use them." The Black Ice Demon Knight, wielding the magic sword Frost Grief, harbored the deepest resentment against the orcs. After all, the Viking Empire he protected had fallen to the orc armies, with nine-tenths of it lost and the imperial royal family nearly wiped out. The hatred of national destruction was unforgettable, and he held intense animosity toward Leimen.

As the Black Ice Demon Knight spoke, his "Magic Sword Frost Grief" suddenly radiated a cold, deathly necromantic aura. At the same time, the God-Blessed Paladin standing in the opposite direction spread his six snow-white wings and raised his holy spear, Kuniron, emitting a white holy force full of life energy. The two opposing forces achieved perfect harmony within the "Six Stars Demon-Slaying Formation," resonating like ripples, drawing all the star power back toward Leimen. Seeing this, the other four Sword Saints simultaneously activated the formation, condensing the star power into a large net to ensnare Leimen.

Even with some star power being drained by the gates of hell, once the six Sword Saints locked onto him, Leimen's chances of acting were slim. The only way out was upward. Although the star power was pouring down like a galactic waterfall, it wasn't a threat to Leimen.

However, just as he was about to make his move, a deep, resonant dragon roar thundered from the sky. In the colorful crystal star rain, a golden dragon rapidly flew by, and a blue figure leaped from its back, charging straight into the grand starfall. Riding the tidal currents of star power, the figure aimed directly at Leimen, who was preparing to leap up.

The man wielded a towering, ferocious greatsword, its blade gleaming with a soul-shaking cold light, boiling with hellish dragon flames that were black with golden hues. As it swung, mournful and sorrowful dragon cries reverberated.

The sword was the Sword of Dominion, the "Dragon-Slaying Blood Blade" of Sacred Dragon Mountain.

The man was a Sword Saint, the most powerful—the Supreme Dragon Saint.

The Dragon Saint, who had been waiting in ambush, finally struck at the most critical moment, aiming to deliver a fatal blow to Leimen. His Dragon Aura materialized into the image of the horned, eight-winged Deep Abyssal Dragon King. Man and sword united as one, and the "Dragon-Slaying Sword," forged from the Deep Abyssal Dragon King's horn, perfectly merged with the illusion of the Dragon King, aiming directly at Leimen.

Leimen, looking at the descending Dragon Saint, sneered coldly and rushed upward to meet the massive Dragon-Slaying Sword. In terms of power, Leimen was certainly far superior to the Dragon Saint. However, the situation was different this time. The illusion of the Dragon King had fully spread its eight dragon wings and, riding the surging impact of the star power, greatly enhanced the Dragon Saint's diving force. Although Leimen could float, it had already been proven in the previous battle that such flight was far less powerful than standing on solid ground. Thus, if the two collided, even if Leimen could knock the Dragon Saint back, he would be struck by the counterforce and fall, right into the star power net held by the six Sword Saints below.

However, just as everyone thought Leimen was about to be unlucky, with the six Sword Saints below ready to cast their net, Leimen did something that shocked everyone once again—he suddenly turned in the air and dove downward, charging toward the six human Sword Saints below, completely exposing his back to the Dragon Saint's sword.

Even the king of dragons would fall to the Dragon-Slaying Sword in a single strike. How dare Leimen turn his back on the Dragon Saint? What was going through his mind?

Leimen was no fool. At the moment of his turn, another sudden change occurred.

"Mr. Leimen, do you wish to die? —— Huh? Who is that!" Although the Supreme Dragon Saint appeared older than the other Sword Saints and his power was second only to Leimen, surpassing even the six human Sword Saints, he was actually younger than both the God-Blessed Paladin and the Black Ice Demon Knight. He didn't have the long lifespan of typical Sword Saints and aged more quickly, so his combat wisdom was somewhat lacking. Even though he knew Leimen was extremely cunning and that such an abnormal action must have a hidden motive, his reaction was still a step too slow. By the time he realized what was happening, a deadly killing intent had already arisen behind him.

The killing intent came from the Orc King, Samantha.

A power on par with the Dragon Saint.

It was the power of the Saintly Realm.