What Chen Hao had not expected was that King Mieji used his right hand to tear off his left arm, which was ablaze with the Netherworld flame, and tossed it onto the ground without a trace of pain on his face.

"This..!" Chen Hao was dumbstruck.

Immediately after, a beam of golden dust appeared on the severed arm of King Mieji, and in an instant, the dust coalesced into a new arm.

Seeing this, Chen Hao was even more stunned, wondering if this Demon King, like him, also possessed an immortal body?

"Boyfriend, there is no demonic force in King Mieji's body. Instead, he is originally a being of Yin Soul, who later entered the Dust Realm of the Netherworld to cultivate and obtained this Nether Soul. That is why, as you see now, he can absorb the dust of the world and grow a new arm. Quickly use Nether Vision to examine his body and see where the power of the dust is concentrated. If you pierce that part, his physical body will not regenerate," Ye Yuqiao's voice rang out in Chen Hao's mind.

"Mhm!" Chen Hao acknowledged and immediately activated the Nether Vision Technique in his left eye, as instructed by Ye Yuqiao. He saw a cluster of golden light throbbing with immense energy at King Mieji's throat, filled with vast amounts of dust particles.

"That is the source of the dust power within his body," Ye Yuqiao's voice resonated once more in Chen Hao's mind.

At that moment, King Mieji's hand once again gripped Chen Hao's neck.

Enduring the pain, Chen Hao's right palm burst forth with black-purple Netherworld flame once more, but this time he did not direct the flame at King Mieji's arm. Instead, he aimed straight for King Mieji's throat.

King Mieji's eyes shone with precision, transforming into a dazzling beam of dust and retreating over a dozen meters instantly, avoiding Chen Hao's Netherworld flame.

"Hmph!" King Mieji glared at Chen Hao with heavy anger. He had not expected Chen Hao to find his weakness and vital point so quickly, which greatly displeased him.

"Do you think that by forcing my Yin Soul out of my body you will be able to kill me?" Chen Hao asked.

Without hesitation, King Mieji nodded.

"In that case, I will just indulge your wish, as if to give you a sense of accomplishment," Chen Hao said with disdain. As the sound of his voice faded, his Yin Soul had already left his body.

Hearing Chen Hao speak thus, the proud King Mieji felt very displeased inside! Who was he? The former War God of the Netherworld! He had always been the one dictating terms to others; no one dared to give him any concessions. Now in his heart, other than obliterating Chen Hao's soul, he could not find a better way to vent his rage.

"It seems you're quite dissatisfied!" Chen Hao said, still with that scornful smile on his face. His left hand had already reached into his left pocket, and his right hand was touching the hilt of the Great Ancestor of the Nether King's personal knife at his waist, "But whether you accept it or not, it doesn't change the fact that you are no match for Zhao Chong!"

Chen Hao's every mention of Zhao Chong was deliberate, aiming to provoke King Mieji's fury. Although sometimes anger can stimulate a person's energy, most of the time it disrupts the mind, especially in the situation of a duel between strong opponents.

King Mieji bared his teeth, his eyes filled with lethal intent, having been angered to the brink by Chen Hao. At this moment, on Chen Hao's body, he felt a strong presence of blade energy.

"Let's stop dawdling, we should both use our utmost abilities," Chen Hao said, "Before climbing the mountain just now, I told my companions that I would be meeting them with a head in an hour. But now I see I was wrong; half an hour will suffice!"

No sooner had Chen Hao finished speaking than two dazzling beams of dust gold light shot from King Mieji's eyes.

Although the two beams of light were shot out at the speed of light, Chen Hao still captured the trajectory of the light approaching. For at this moment, his heart was very calm, and anything he saw seemed to slow down by thousands or even tens of thousands of times.

But this was the speed of light after all!

He was just a hairbreadth away, and Chen Hao's Yin Soul would have been penetrated by the two rays of Dust Light. Fortunately, he drew his sword in time to block the Dust imbued with immense energy.

"That was close!" Chen Hao let out a long breath, thinking that if his Yin Soul had been penetrated by those two rays of Dust Light, his soul would have scattered.

"What kind of sword is that?" King Mieji asked as he looked at the main sword of the Ancestor of the Nether King in Chen Hao's hand. The sword qi from the Ancestor of the Nether King's main sword made him shudder slightly inside.

Chen Hao didn't answer King Mieji's question but instead raised the main sword in his hand and said with a cold laugh, "It's my turn to make a move!"

Before he had finished speaking, Chen Hao disappeared.

King Mieji casually smiled, then suddenly raised his left foot and kicked out to the left, creating a fierce blast of wind with his left foot.

At the same time, a green light appeared in the air to his left, followed by a fierce surge of sword qi attacking him.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The fierce foot wind and the sharp sword qi collided, creating a roaring sound.

Before the roaring had subsided, Chen Hao had already moved above King Mieji's head and swiped at him with several slashes. Now that he had mastered Qinggong, Chen Hao moved faster and more covertly than before. Only at this moment could he truly unleash the powerful and terrifying aspects of the main sword of the Ancestor of the Nether King.

King Mieji's body shook, and he shouted loudly, punching upward towards his head, repelling the oppressive waves of sword qi that felt like Tai Shan bearing down on him.

"Is that all you've got?" King Mieji asked. Although Chen Hao was moving rapidly, the battle-hardened King Mieji could easily track his movements.

"Aren't you limited to that much as well?" Chen Hao retorted, then stopped moving and appeared behind King Mieji.

King Mieji turned around and said, "If you wish to die that quickly, then let me grant your pathetic wish!"

With that, King Mieji stretched out his right hand to the side, and instantly, a gold light twinkled, as Dust proliferated and solidified from his right hand, eventually forming a sword that sparkled with gold light, a sword blade at least a meter long and as wide as Chen Hao's wrist.

This sword was the Sword of Dust. When King Mieji accidentally entered the Dust Realm, everyone who knew him thought he was dead, because no one since ancient times had ever come out of the Dust Realm. Yet three months later, King Mieji returned, utterly transformed. When asked how he had made it out of the Dust Realm, King Mieji said nothing, just raised his sword. That sword was the Sword of Dust.

As for how King Mieji came to possess the Sword of Dust, he did not say, and naturally, no one in the Netherworld knew. Later, Zhao Chong also visited the Dust Realm, but he came out in just three days. When others asked Zhao Chong what was in the Dust Realm, he said almost nothing, only that the Dust Realm was full of corpses.

No one knew whether the corpses were the handiwork of King Mieji or Zhao Chong.

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