High above, a radiant sun, woven from strands of sword energy, gently descended. At its core stood Wang Xuan, his form aglow with an indomitable sword light that commanded awe. 0

Below him, the earth was soaked in crimson, the once-mighty Blood Demon Ape lay defeated. Despite invoking the lineage of the Demon Emperor and manifesting its most formidable form, it met its end, overwhelmed by Wang Xuan's might.0

An eerie silence enveloped the scene. Spectators were rooted in disbelief, grappling with the reality that the scion of the Demon Emperor had fallen, and three titans of their age were bested single-handedly.0

Wang Xuan's descent to the ground marked the dissipation of the sword wheel, a technique that, while powerful, demanded a significant toll on his reserves. He couldn't afford to wield such power indiscriminately. 0

Remarkably, not a trace of blood marred his figure. He emanated a serene composure, a stark contrast to the chaos around him. Approaching the fallen Qi Lian Dao, he pondered the fate of the Demon Sage's offspring, weighing the merits of delivering the final blow.0

His expression shifted subtly as he delved into Qi Lian Dao's fading consciousness, uncovering a plot of madness and ambition. Qi Lian Dao aspired to usurp the Demon Sage himself, a testament to a mind unraveled. Wang Xuan, recognizing the depth of his insanity, opted for mercy, sparing him to sow discord among his own kin.0

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please, mercy!" cried...0