Chapter 195 Nine-Headed, Nine-Tailed Beast!

A nine-headed, nine-tailed beast!

The appearance of this weapon spirit from within the Eight Desolate Demon Axe caused everyone present to gasp.

Nine represents the extreme, often representing the highest realm.

The weapon spirit before them not only had nine tails, but also nine heads, how could this not shock them?

"This thing... it seems to be the legendary ferocious beast, Long Zhi!"

Among the crowd, a knowledgeable elder recognized the identity of the weapon spirit within the Eight Desolate Demon Axe.

After Long Zhi appeared, it showed no fear of Zhulong Yanyuedao, instead directly pouncing forward and engaging Zhulong Yanyuedao in a fierce battle.

Seeing this, Qiao Yu's eyes narrowed.

Having possessed the Zhulong Yanyuedao for so long, this was the first time he had seen a weapon spirit capable of fighting Zhulong Yanyuedao on equal footing.

"I am the chosen one! Go to hell!"

Zu Zhengyang brandished the Eight Desolate Demon Axe, continuously slashing at Qiao Yu. Each swing of the giant axe caused the space to collapse.

With the Eight Desolate Demon Axe in hand, Zu Zhengyang's battle prowess had directly approached the Demi-God level, making him terrifyingly powerful.

Qiao Yu was forced to retreat repeatedly. Seeing this, Zu Zhengyang's momentum grew even stronger.

"With the Eight Desolate Demon Axe in hand, what can you use to fight me? Huh? What can you use to fight me!"

Zu Zhengyang roared, but he didn't see the horrified expression he expected on Qiao Yu's face. On the contrary, Qiao Yu even had a smile on his face.

"Little brother, a strong weapon is only as good as the person wielding it. Have you ever seen someone act shamelessly?"

Zu Zhengyang was taken aback.

Shamelessly?

In a life-and-death duel in front of everyone, how could one act shamelessly?

Then he saw Qiao Yu take out the Dark Staff and begin to frantically unleash summoning spells.

"Skeleton Legion!" x1

"Skeleton Legion!" x5

"Skeleton Legion!" x100

Having reached the Saint tier, Qiao Yu, with the blessing of the Goddess Tear, was able to summon small skeletons with ease.

Before long, the vicinity of the Saint Tower was surrounded by dense ranks of white bone skeletons.

For a time, the number of skeleton soldiers even exceeded the number of humans present!

Zu Zhengyang was initially shocked, but when he sensed the battle power of the little skeletons, his face immediately revealed disdain.

"What's the use of summoning a pile of trash like this? Just a clown putting on a show! Go to hell!"

Zu Zhengyang swung the Eight Desolate Demon Axe and slashed at Qiao Yu.

"You'll find out soon enough."

This time, Qiao Yu neither dodged nor avoided, directly using his physical body to withstand the attack.

A quarter of the summoned skeleton soldiers were instantly annihilated.

The Zhulong Yanyuedao swung, directly piercing through Zu Zhengyang's shoulder.

An exchange of injuries!

This was Qiao Yu's most proficient tactic, and with the blessing of Undying Body, this tactic was brought into full play.

Zu Zhengyang's face revealed a look of horror, because Qiao Yu was already charging towards him.

He slashed out with the axe again, but no matter how he attacked, Qiao Yu simply ignored it and charged towards him. Each time the Yanyuedao swung, a bloody mark would appear on Zu Zhengyang's body.

"Ah!!!"

Zu Zhengyang's eyes were bloodshot. He knew that if he dragged on any longer, he would undoubtedly be defeated.

He had to make a desperate gamble!

Zu Zhengyang forcefully struck his own chest, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the Eight Desolate Demon Axe.

The eerie blue light of the Eight Desolate Demon Axe became even more bizarre, and Long Zhi, who was fighting fiercely with Zhulong Yanyuedao in the sky, also became even more tyrannical.

"Eight Desolate Demon Spirit Slash!"

"Go to hell!!!"

Zu Zhengyang raised the Eight Desolate Demon Axe high above his head, then slammed it down towards Qiao Yu.

This axe strike was equivalent to a full-force attack from a Demi-God level expert!

Boom!

Even the earth was split in two by this terrifying strike, forming a deep gully about a hundred zhang long.

For a time, smoke and dust filled the air, and the power of the Eight Desolate Demon Axe spread out in all directions.

Zu Zhengyang held the demon axe, gasping for breath. He simply couldn't use this move in his current state.

He had overdrawn ten years of his lifespan to unleash this strike.

However, no matter how great the price, it was worth it. That Qiao Yu was dead, and he would be the true Holy Body from now on! Zu Zhengyang revealed an excited smile.

Wan Anran also had a faint smile on his lips. Although the process had been a bit tortuous, Zu Zhengyang had ultimately won.

The crowd was also silent. Although they felt that Qiao Yu was more like the Holy Body than Zu Zhengyang, winners were kings and losers were villains. No one would stand up for a dead man.

Just when everyone thought that Qiao Yu had definitely been defeated by that axe strike...

A slender, fair hand pierced through the billowing smoke and dust, directly grabbing Zu Zhengyang's neck, then slamming Zu Zhengyang heavily onto the ground.

"Pfft!"

Caught off guard, Zu Zhengyang coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Then he looked in disbelief at Qiao Yu, who walked out of the smoke and dust. He was actually unharmed!

"How is this possible! How is this possible!!!"

Zu Zhengyang let out a hysterical roar.

"Nothing is impossible. Don't you understand? You're the wildest in Gotham City, the busiest in the circus, standing guard in front of McDonald's, the king of the poker cards. You're just a pure clown."

"We've already determined the victor and the vanquished. Since the victor has been decided, it's time for you to die!"

A hint of killing intent appeared in Qiao Yu's eyes.

Only now did fear appear in Zu Zhengyang's eyes. This person really wanted to kill him!

"Wan Anran, save me!" Zu Zhengyang shouted.

As Zu Zhengyang was defeated, without someone wielding the axe, the weapon spirit Long Zhi of the Eight Desolate Demon Axe was like duckweed without roots, and was quickly suppressed by Zhulong Yanyuedao.

"Stop!"

Wan Anran could no longer sit still. He didn't expect the reversal to come so quickly. One second, Qiao Yu was thought to be certain to die, but the next second, he had emerged unharmed.

Wan Anran rushed over, and with a wave of his hand, condensed a golden light hand and blasted it towards Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu didn't hold back, directly grabbing Zu Zhengyang and using him as a shield.

Wan Anran's expression changed upon seeing this, and he hurriedly withdrew his power.

"Asking for help when you can't win, is this what a life-and-death battle is?" Qiao Yu had a mocking smile on his face.

Wan Anran's face flushed red, and then a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Now, they were completely in the wrong. Only by killing Qiao Yu directly with lightning speed could they save some face.

Thinking of this, Wan Anran directly charged towards Qiao Yu, displaying the full power of a Demi-God level Light-type mage.

"Even if you're eloquent, you will die today!"

But before Wan Anran could get close, a beautiful figure stood in front of him.

Teng Ling repelled Wan Anran with a single blow, blocked him in front of Qiao Yu, and mocked in a faint voice.

"Still want to silence him? You humans are as hypocritical and despicable as I imagined."

Mechanical Race! Silver Moon Cold Shadow!

As soon as Teng Ling made a move, many people present recognized her identity.

Why did this female Asura come here? Wasn't today the battle between the true and false Holy Bodies of the human race? Why did even a powerhouse of the Mechanical Race come?

Many quick-witted people had already smelled an unusual aura.

Today's matter was likely to be difficult to resolve peacefully.

Just as Teng Ling was about to say something, a terrifying bolt of energy rushed out from the Saint Tower, knocking her to the ground. Much of her flesh and blood was evaporated, revealing the mechanical core.

At the same time, a majestic and overbearing voice came from the Saint Tower, spreading throughout the entire sky like rolling thunder.

"When is it the turn of a machine to point fingers at the affairs of my human race?"

This voice was like heavenly might, making people unable to resist the urge to worship.

But the next second, this overbearing and majestic voice suddenly became hurried, as anxious as an old farmer seeing his crops being trampled.

Because he saw Zhulong Yanyuedao in the sky begin to devour Long Zhi's body in large mouthfuls, and Long Zhi's nine heads simultaneously let out wails of grief.

"Damn it! You beast, stop it!"