Would the Sky-Soaring Eagle, Ying Bokong, fear this desperate move from Hai Chenfeng? The answer was naturally no. Unless the Azure Supreme himself demonstrated this technique, how could it possibly shake Ying Bokong, who was also a Divine Profound Supreme? Given the immense cultivation gap between Hai Chenfeng and Ying Bokong, a mere "Waves Roll the Universe" technique could never bridge it. Forget mutual destruction; it likely wouldn't even manage to slightly injure Ying Bokong!

Yet, the absolutely safe Divine Profound Supreme Ying Bokong could only think one thing: This is it! I’m done for! I was so caught up in my own satisfaction, meticulously polishing those fringe techniques, that I inadvertently cornered this kid into a death trap. How would I face Meng Hongchen later? Should I tell him I drove his favored disciple to his death just so I could practice my skills? What kind of person would that make me?

If Meng Hongchen didn't come looking for a fight to the death now, that would truly be a spectacle! But, but, what to do now?

Hai Chenfeng had certainly heard Ying Bokong’s words, and in that instant, he was so furious he nearly detonated his body right there in the air! You old bastard, why didn’t you say so sooner? Putting on a mysterious act to draw me out! Now look where we are. Your esteemed martial nephew has already burned through all his profound energy and spirit; the arrow is already on the string and has to fly. I can’t stop now, even if I wanted to!

Dead for sure!

In that moment, Hai Chenfeng felt like the most unjustly wronged person under heaven! More wronged than Dou E. If this world had a Ji E, he'd be even more so! To perish together with Ying Bokong, his master’s equal, his martial uncle!? What kind of ridiculous notion was that? Damn it, why didn't you show your Supreme Profound strength sooner? Even if I didn't acknowledge you as my martial uncle, I would have fled long ago! To speak of dignity when confronting a Supreme Profound? I must be brilliant! Now, look at this. My ultimate move is definitely useless against you, yet I am destined to perish.

Hai Chenfeng thought mournfully.

But think he must, and curse he did, yet the move "Waves Roll the Universe" absolutely could not be stopped. Amidst Ying Bokong’s inwardly frustrated curses, and Hai Chenfeng’s grief-stricken resentment, Waves Roll the Universe! Its colossal power reached right over Ying Bokong's head!

Ying Bokong’s eyes were filled with helplessness and fury; he was so anxious he was nearly frothing at the mouth. This time, it really was over... What to do? I must neutralize it; at least I can leave the boy an intact corpse!

Bang! Bang... BOOM!

Thick dust soared everywhere, obscuring vision—you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, nor the clear sky above. Ying Bokong stood tall and solitary, while Hai Chenfeng flew far away like a broken kite...

As the dust settled, Ying Bokong stood in the center of the arena, looking mournfully at his own hands. A profound sadness rose from his heart, and he almost let out a loud cry! What kind of mess is this!

Hai Chenfeng lay stiffly on the ground, his face the color of pale gold, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. His chest only rose with the faintest flutter. Anyone could see that this man was clinging to his last breath, beyond any hope of revival.

The expression on Hai Chenfeng's face was bizarre; it was partly like crying, and strangely, somewhat like smiling. For a dying man, such an expression was truly strange. In reality, Hai Chenfeng had no strength left whatsoever—not even enough to twitch a finger. He was just waiting for death. If he had even a shred of strength, enough to open his mouth, he would probably first let out a self-mocking chuckle, and then erupt in curses. From ancient times until now, how many Heaven Profound powerhouses died as stifled, as unjustly, as ridiculously as I have?!

Is it fate? Is it luck? Nonsense! This is fate! Bitter fate!

To tell the truth, Hai Chenfeng’s current state was the result of Ying Bokong restraining himself as much as possible, focusing only on self-preservation and completely avoiding any counter-shock. Otherwise, with the power of a generation’s Supreme, if he had counter-attacked with full force—the stronger wins, the weaker loses—this fortunate martial nephew would likely have been reduced to dust by now.

It’s over!

Ying Bokong covered his face. Without even looking, he knew Hai Chenfeng’s condition. There was absolutely no hope left. I am truly cursed! How could I run into something like this? Am I having too much luck or too little? How will I face Old Meng now? What will I say when I see him? Heavens! Earth! Why is my fate so bitter?!

Clinging to a sliver of hope, the Great Supreme Ying approached for a closer look, then his face instantly darkened. He couldn't help but spring upright, wildly tearing at his hair twice, spinning around in agitation, and kicking a large tree that flew off with a resounding crash.

“Heh heh, sparring with one’s own martial nephew, and actually forcing him to death... no, maybe playing him to death, or training him to death,” a faint voice suddenly sounded, laced with mockery. “Whichever it is, it certainly befits a Supreme! Truly fierce, truly impressive. I salute you.”

Ying Bokong, already boiling with frustration, erupted in anger upon hearing this. He whirled around and cursed wildly, “Son of a bitch! Which bastard is that? Get out here! Shi Changxiao, is that you? You old green-shelled turtle!” In Ying Bokong’s mind, only one person in Tianxiang City currently had the skill to sneak up on him without detection: Shi Changxiao, the Life-and-Death Supreme! Hadn’t he already left? Why was he still here? And seeing my joke!

The air remained silent. Ying Bokong was about to roar again when suddenly, his vision darkened, and he discovered something utterly shocking. Right in front of him, a black-clad, masked figure had squatted down at some unknown point. The figure was holding Hai Chenfeng’s wrist, eyes closed, feeling the pulse; the distance to Ying Bokong was less than three feet!

The words Ying Bokong was about to spit out were forcefully choked back into his throat.

Ying Bokong had always been immensely self-assured—about his Supreme power, about his future potential to innovate unique techniques. But what he was most confident about was his peerless movement skill, which surpassed the other Seven Supremes! Ying Bokong’s lightness skill was the best among the Eight Martial Supremes, a fact acknowledged by all of them! Under heaven, even Yun Biechen, the leader of the Eight Martial Supremes, could never approach within such close proximity without Ying Bokong detecting him!

Then who was this black-clad, masked man? Instantly, goosebumps rose across Ying Bokong’s skin! Three feet away! Oh my God! Is this person a phantom incarnation?! If this person could arrive here without a sound, wouldn’t dealing with me be as easy as eating cabbage? When did such a terrifyingly powerful master appear in this world?

“This move was truly ruthless, shattering his own Dantian to force out his life's full potential. Truly fierce! It’s a pity the kiln is broken, but the jade is completely unharmed,” the black-clad masked man sighed. “This kid has a fierce temperament; I like that. If this old man hadn’t arrived a step sooner, wouldn’t your martial nephew have been played to death by you?”

“This... brother...” Ying Bokong was overjoyed beyond measure, stammering, “Does that mean... he can still be saved?”

“Let alone that he’s not dead. With me, this old man here, here, even if he tries his best to die, it won’t work?” The black-clad masked man rolled his eyes. “Don't make a sound! Go stand aside!”

Several dense black lines appeared on Ying Bokong’s forehead. Looking across the vast universe, across the entire continent, who dared speak to him like this? Or rather, who dared speak to him like this after learning his identity? He was about to flare up.

“Hmph? What are you still doing here getting in the way?” The black-clad masked man was completely unapologetic. “Disturbing me, and causing your martial nephew to perish? Hurry up and scram far away! If you make another sound that interferes, this old man will wash his hands of the matter!”

Ying Bokong’s old face flushed crimson, like the rump of a cooked eagle. He didn’t say a word, simply stomped away a few steps. Then he managed, “If you can’t save him, I’ll make you pay with your life!”

“Oh? You dare threaten this old man? What audacity you possess!” The black-clad masked man stood up leisurely. “This old man won’t treat him then!” He stood with his arms crossed, looking down at Ying Bokong with contempt. “You want me to pay with my life? Come on! This old man wants to see what skills you have to make me pay! Do you think just calling yourself one of the Eight Supremes makes you invincible under heaven? Bah! I’ll spit on your face!”

Ying Bokong’s eyeballs nearly popped out; his chest heaved, so enraged he was nearly bursting, almost spitting blood. This was too infuriating!

Ying Bokong almost wanted to roar, I’ll fight you to the death! But after thinking it over, he concluded that if Hai Chenfeng could be saved, he must save him first. Otherwise, the reputation of him bullying a junior to death would spread, and he would never be able to hold his head up among the Eight Supremes again. He decided to swallow his anger for the moment.

“What do you want?” Ying Bokong forcibly suppressed his temper. “Hurry up and save him! Damn it! You’re still dawdling!” Seeing Hai Chenfeng’s weak breath, Ying Bokong widened his eyes, which now held a hint of pleading.

“Beg me!” The black-clad masked man stood calmly with his arms crossed. “Beg me to save him, and I will. Earlier, I intended to save him because I found the kid agreeable. Now, I find you disagreeable, so I won’t save him.”

“Beg...???” Ying Bokong nearly choked. Speaking so humbly was a first in his entire life, and this brat actually wanted him to beg! This was pushing his luck, demanding more!

The black-clad masked man snorted, turned around, and started walking away, showing no hesitation or compulsion.

“Wait!” Ying Bokong, covered in a cold sweat, gave a hoarse, low shout.

Regarding the matter of Hai Chenfeng, even if it weren't for the Azure Supreme, Ying Bokong carried deep guilt in his heart. Therefore, he absolutely could not allow Hai Chenfeng to die!

“This old man... this old man... begs,” Ying Bokong gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw twitching violently, staring fixedly, his gaze hungry enough to devour people. All the waters of the three rivers and five lakes combined could not wash away the shame on my face today! It’s over. I’ve thrown away all my dignity in front of everyone today...

The black-clad masked man snorted, looking at him with a wicked glint, pointing and gesturing, “Look at you! A textbook stubborn mule! You won’t move if pulled, and you retreat if pushed! If I weren’t trying to save him, why would I even come out? Do you think having the title of Supreme makes you handsome? I was starting the treatment, and you—you want me to pay with my life? Is your head filled with sawdust? Has water leaked in?”

Ying Bokong took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground like a passing hurricane; he stared deeply, teeth grinding, at the man before him, thinking about how he could strike him down with one palm! Then rip open his abdomen! Break his bones piece by piece! Then chew them up, crunch by crunch, and finally excrete them as feces, then find a few dung beetles...