To Xuanyuan Ruoxing’s mind, he already possessed the power of a master who had endured nine Lightning Tribulations, infinitely close to the level of a Venerable. What artifact in this world could possibly harm him? Moreover, this ancient bell appeared utterly devoid of power, merely a slightly cumbersome weapon that he could shatter with a single casual palm strike.

He seemed to have forgotten how Fang Guyou’s arm had just been smashed by a pitch-black iron seal. The moment his palm connected with the body of the Eastern Emperor Bell, a sharp, searing pain shot through his hand. Before he could react, his entire palm had disintegrated, much like trying to smash an iron plate with a mere radish—there was no way the radish would damage the iron.

A scream tore from his throat as Xuanyuan Ruoxing plummeted rapidly downward, narrowly evading the Eastern Emperor Bell. Yet, Ye Jingyu’s figure was already before him.

“Raging Thunder Purgatory!” Ye Jingyu uttered a soft shout, gripping the Heavenly Sovereign Blade with both hands, and executing a lightning-fast slash.

With a whoosh, a blade radiance less than five zhang long fiercely cleaved toward Xuanyuan Ruoxing. Xuanyuan Ruoxing scoffed and continuously tapped his hand forward, manifesting layers of water-blue light screens before him. However, the blade radiance, only five zhang in length, was so incredibly sharp that no matter how thick the water curtain, it shattered upon the slightest contact.

Xuanyuan Ruoxing was struck with renewed terror; it was too late to dodge. His entire arm was severed, and the colossal lightning essence scorched his body—forged from the essence blood of a Heavenly Dragon—turning it pitch black, severely impeding the process of regeneration.

However, Ye Jingyu was also at his absolute limit, his lamp nearly empty of oil. After unleashing this strike, he could no longer sustain an attack, and his entire body began to fall downward.

“Little Ye Zi!” Luo Linger cried out in alarm, wrenching her small hand free from Hei Ming Shixuan’s grasp and rushing toward Ye Jingyu. She could not bear for Ye Jingyu to lose his life because of her.

Intense pain pulsed through Xuanyuan Ruoxing, but he possessed the strength of a Nine Tribulation True Immortal and carried two great treasures. Now that Ye Jingyu had severed his arm with one slash, rage boiled within him.

He slashed his single remaining hand across the void, and vast Soul Power manifested, shaping itself into a gigantic fist that smashed toward Ye Jingyu. Though he didn't know Ye Jingyu possessed the Chaos Physique, he understood that common Soul Arts would have little effect; only an overwhelming force of will could strike him.

Hei Ming Shixuan instantly materialized directly in front of Ye Jingyu. Facing this massive hand, the habitually smiling expression on her face vanished for the first time, replaced by fury. Anyone daring to harm Ye Jingyu was more infuriating to her than harming herself.

The Purple Moon Blade in her hand hummed, and with a flick of her wrist, a purple, crescent-shaped blade radiance tore through the air.

With a resounding boom, the purple blade radiance crashed heavily onto the gigantic hand, cleaving the colossal hand formed from divine thought in two. The blinding sword light mercilessly carved toward Xuanyuan Ruoxing, but he had already evaded it the moment the attack launched. With a single finger tap, a silver beam shot out, piercing directly through Hei Ming Shixuan’s heart.

Purple blood streamed forth, and Hei Ming Shixuan let out a stifled groan.

“Little Shixuan!” Ye Jingyu exclaimed in shock, just as his falling body was caught by Luo Linger. Cracks were already spiderwebbing across his powerful frame—traces left by forcibly utilizing Primordial Power when his own reserves were depleted.

Blood slowly seeped out, but his eyes remained fixed on Hei Ming Shixuan, who was falling from the sky, filled with anxious concern.

At that moment, Zhuge Siyu flew up and caught Hei Ming Shixuan as she dropped from the air. A white light bloomed from her palm, and the bloody hole in Hei Ming Shixuan’s chest healed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the wound was completely restored. If not for the few drops of purplish-gold blood staining her attire, one would never believe she had just been run through the heart.

Seeing this white light again, Ye Jingyu recalled the time Zhuge Siyu had helped him treat his own wounds. Xuanyuan Ruoxing’s eyes, however, lit up.

A Healer! This was an even rarer profession than a Soul Master. If he had such a person by his side, no matter how severe his injuries, he could be healed swiftly. She was indeed a woman bestowed upon him by heaven; only a woman like this deserved to be with him!

Zhuge Siyu’s complexion was somewhat pale as she supported Hei Ming Shixuan and approached Ye Jingyu. Her steps were slightly unsteady; clearly, healing Hei Ming Shixuan had consumed a significant portion of her spiritual energy.

Seeing her heart completely intact, a flicker of shock crossed Hei Ming Shixuan’s eyes. She was a Demon Race member, possessing formidable self-healing capabilities. However, the heart was the vital point of the Demon Race. Although being pierced wouldn't result in immediate death, healing the wound would normally take an immeasurable amount of time. To be perfectly restored in less than half a breath’s time—how could this not astonish her?

“Thank you, Sister!” Hei Ming Shixuan said sweetly to Zhuge Siyu. Zhuge Siyu merely smiled gently, but her pair of pitch-black eyes fixed themselves upon Ye Jingyu, seemingly assuring him that she was fine.

Seeing that Zhuge Siyu hadn't paid him any attention at all, her focus entirely on Ye Jingyu, Xuanyuan Ruoxing’s anger instantly flared. Ignoring the injury to his arm, he once again slashed his single hand across the void. A long, black spear slowly materialized, emitting waves of corrosive aura.

“Ye Jingyu, let me show you my self-created ultimate technique: Reverse — Netherworld Blood Piercing Spear!” With a sinister grin, Xuanyuan Ruoxing tapped the spear with a single finger. The black spear instantly transformed into a dark meteor and shot toward Ye Jingyu and the others.

Sensing the immense power contained within the spear, Ye Jingyu’s expression changed drastically.

“Go quickly…” He shoved Luo Linger away and threw his body toward the black spear. This spear was formed from human resentment and could directly wound the Divine Soul; there was no way Luo Linger and the others could withstand it.

“Little Ye Zi…” Luo Linger was caught off guard by Ye Jingyu’s push. Watching his body rush to meet the black spear, she felt as if her own heart was being ripped apart, and a cry of agony tore from her lips.

With a sharp hiss, the black spear plunged directly into Ye Jingyu’s body. It immediately exploded, tearing a bloody hole in his lower abdomen. Countless strands of black energy coiled around Ye Jingyu, and the potent resentment drilled into his flesh, beginning to devour his blood and tissue...

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