Though his current strength paled in comparison to Fang Zhentian, he immediately materialized razor-sharp claws and lunged for Fang Zhentian’s back. Simultaneously, he manipulated the Zhuxian Sword to stab upwards from below, aimed directly at Fang Zhentian’s groin…
Fang Zhentian had just been blasted away by Zhurong’s punch, his internal Primal Force ceaselessly circulating to mend the wounds on his arm. However, his body couldn't regain its balance in time when he felt a chilling wind whistle past, and looking down, he saw a black beam shooting straight toward him—it was that malevolent sword, identical to his own Luxian Sword. A cold sweat instantly beaded on his back…
Despite his body now being a hundred zhang tall, making his lower regions proportionally immense, enduring several strikes from that vicious blade would undoubtedly be agonizing.
Cursing Liang Xiaoke’s shamelessness internally, he violently wrenched his body aside, attempting to dodge, but the Zhuxian Sword was too fast, leaving a long, bloody gash across his thigh. At the same instant, Liang Xiaoke’s punch slammed into his right shoulder, driving the highly corrosive Nine Nether Qi deep into his core, ceaselessly annihilating his vitality…
Yet, Fang Zhentian was, after all, a master of the Middle Celestial Immortal realm. With a surge of internal Primal Force, he managed to expel the invading Nine Nether Qi…
But Zhurong’s colossal silhouette had already arrived before Fang Zhentian, opening his arms wide as if to embrace him—he intended to tear Fang Zhentian’s body apart directly.
Seeing the searing flames radiating from Zhurong, Fang Zhentian dared not allow any intimate contact. His massive body tried to pull away, but the two fire dragons beneath Zhurong’s feet shot out instantly, tightly binding Fang Zhentian’s legs…
In that mere moment of pause, Zhurong’s body was upon Fang Zhentian. He seized Fang Zhentian by the shoulders, terrifying fiery-red pupils shooting forth, instantly enveloping Fang Zhentian. Following that came Fang Zhentian’s desperate scream as Zhurong violently tore off one of his arms…
Without hesitation, Zhurong opened his huge maw and swallowed the severed limb whole, granting Fang Zhentian no chance to recover…
Screams continually erupted from Fang Zhentian’s mouth, but Zhurong, already attacking with full force, knew nothing of restraint. He suddenly shot out a claw and gripped Fang Zhentian’s lower abdomen, unleashing his internal flame power in full measure…
Fang Zhentian roared in agony as his body writhed uncontrollably, seemingly trying to break free from Zhurong’s grasp, but Ye Jingyu’s figure had already arrived directly above his head…
“Fang Zhentian, die!” The icy words issued from Ye Jingyu’s mouth, immediately followed by the sudden eruption of seven-colored radiance across his body. Bolts of lightning shot out from him, enveloping his entire form. He himself transformed into a blade—a treasured saber emitting seven-colored lightning—and plunged downward…
Dugu Bachen had been killed by Fang Zhentian; today, he would use Dugu Bachen’s supreme esoteric art to slay him…
He himself was a blade, and all things in heaven and earth became blades. In Fang Zhentian’s eyes, it seemed as if the cosmos itself was one immense, indestructible blade…
Facing such a blade, his heart held nothing but despair. Even as mighty as he was, at this moment, he couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance…
Am I truly going to die? Only this thought flashed through Fang Zhentian’s mind; he could no longer even feel the pain from Zhurong’s scorching flames…
Blade! Blade! Blade!
The blade shatters the void!
Shatter! Shatter! Shatter! Everything shatters!
The blinding blade light struck Fang Zhentian’s skull, slicing through it as if it were soft tofu. The strike split his body into two halves. A fierce blade energy continuously erupted from Ye Jingyu, grinding his internal organs, muscle, and bone into dust…
Flesh and blood scattered across the sky. The body of the Hanba, however, had already rushed over, transforming completely into a mist of blood. If she could only devour this flesh and blood, she could finally fully coalesce her true form and no longer have to exist purely as a being condensed from blood energy. Then, she could cultivate independently instead of relying entirely on devouring flesh and blood…
Zhurong seemed to have lost interest in competing with the Hanba. As long as the two fire dragons beneath his feet devoured Fang Zhentian’s legs, he could solidify his body; the rest mattered little to him…
Witnessing the mighty Fang Zhentian being pulverized by Ye Jingyu’s single strike, the family patriarchs who had fled paled visibly. They finally understood why the Boundless Sea of Blood had sided so unequivocally with Ye Jingyu. Such terrifying combat power was difficult even for them to resist; even if they joined forces, they might not defeat Ye Jingyu and his companions, and even if they did, it would be a pyrrhic victory…
The terrifying blade energy continued to spread outward. Feng Yan’s expression had become as grim as it could possibly be. With Fang Zhentian dead, how could he possibly be a match?
But was Fang Zhentian truly dead?
Even though everyone saw Fang Zhentian cleaved into fragments, no one could be certain that he was actually dead…
It was at this moment that a divine light shot up from the mist of blood flooding the sky—it was Fang Zhentian’s nascent soul…
With his physical body destroyed, his spirit had suffered a grave injury. As soon as it fled his body, it dashed away toward the distance without regard for anything. But Ye Jingyu, having anticipated this outcome, would never allow him to escape so easily. The Heaven Venerable Blade, which had been suspended in the thunderous radiance, flew from his hand, transforming into a beam of light that cleaved the fleeing nascent soul in two…
Immediately following this, streaks of lightning flashed out, sweeping up his spirit and drawing it into the body of the blade. Faintly, one could hear Fang Zhentian’s agonizing screams…
Devouring the soul of a Venerable-level expert should be enough to elevate the grade of the Heaven Venerable Blade by one tier…
Grasping the Heaven Venerable Blade, Ye Jingyu felt Fang Zhentian’s soul gradually dissipating within the metal. Two streams of blood tears suddenly streamed from his eyes. Abruptly, he turned toward the Southern Barren Forest, sank to his knees, and kowtowed three times heavily…
“Master, your disciple has avenged you…”
Master, your disciple has avenged you…
These few short words expressed the truest devotion in Ye Jingyu’s heart, his profound reverence for Dugu Bachen…
Having endured untold hardships, suffered immeasurable grievances and ordeals, even having his most beloved woman leave him—all of it was for this single strike today, the strike of vengeance…
A teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime; if a father is insulted, the son must repay the debt! Ye Jingyu, through his actions, perfectly embodied this maxim…
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