A colossal hand materialized in the heavens, descending with overwhelming might to strike down Gui Jianchou. Facing a palm strike of ultimate power, despair flooded Gui Jianchou’s eyes. Heavily wounded as he was, how could he possibly withstand such an attack?
He was utterly incapable of reaction. The blow connected squarely with the crown of his head...
With a soft thwack, Gui Jianchou's crown shattered completely, followed swiftly by his entire skull, then his neck, and then his body. From a distance, he resembled nothing more than a sculpture violently pulverized...
Under the immense psychic force of the Cangsheng Seal, he simply could not endure.
However, the Rakshasa bloodline flowed within him; even if his physical form was annihilated, as long as his blood did not dry up, he could not be truly killed. A mist of blood erupted from him, spraying violently in all directions. If even a single drop of blood escaped, he could potentially regenerate.
But Hanba, who had already foreseen this outcome, lunged forward. Opening her crimson lips, she took a deep, savage draught. All the blood scattering outwards was sucked into her belly. Satisfied, she let out a full, contented burp. The Rakshasa bloodline—truly a great tonic.
Having utterly extinguished Gui Jianchou’s vitality, Ye Jingyu turned his attention to Jin Lisi Jun, only to find that the latter had already broken through the entanglement woven by Zhu Rong and the others, bursting directly out of the grand formation.
It turned out that his earlier actions were not meant to rescue Gui Jianchou, but rather to use him as bait, a distraction to occupy Ye Jingyu and his allies.
The moment Gui Jianchou was thrown out, Jin Lisi Jun had recklessly activated the Heavenly Book and bolted. Only Zhu Rong and Ju Mang noticed his movement, but with the Heavenly Book in his possession, how could they possibly stop him?
With a whoosh, the power of the Heavenly Book tore through the Twelve Heavenly Witches’ Annihilation Grand Formation, and Jin Lisi Jun’s body shot skyward.
“Ye Jingyu, I will return to kill you! I absolutely will!” Jin Lisi Jun, his chest pierced by an arrow, was critically wounded and bellowed a cry of tragic defiance. He had always acted discreetly; suffering such a grievous injury fueled his rage. Having just escaped the formation, he immediately unleashed a torrent of curses. In his mind, with the Heavenly Book in hand and having broken the encirclement, there was no way they could hold him.
Indeed, Ye Jingyu had just expended significant power destroying Gui Jianchou with a single strike, leaving him momentarily weakened. Even summoning the Eastern Emperor Bell would have been too slow, and without another Innate Supreme Treasure, stopping Jin Lisi Jun was impossible. He now seemingly had the boundless freedom of the sea and sky.
But that was only almost the case. As soon as he finished his boast, a chilling voice echoed down from the firmament.
“Do you think you can leave?”
Can you leave? That single phrase struck Jin Lisi Jun like a curse, causing his expression to contort into a mask of extreme ugliness.
Under the gaze of everyone present, a man appeared in the sky, clad in dark samurai armor, carrying an iron sword on his back. His complexion held a hint of golden-yellow pallor, yet his entire being radiated an icy aura.
Upon seeing this man, a sharp gasp escaped Ye Jingyu’s lips: “Bing Ming…”
He could not believe he was seeing him here—this brother who had once been like his very shadow.
Bing Ming’s impassive face broke into a faint smile, and he raised his right hand. In his palm materialized a five-colored seal—an ancient artifact exuding the power of the Five Elements. Without hesitation, the seal shot heavenward, expanding into a colossal emblem spanning over ten li. The Five Elements power of heaven and earth was suddenly drained entirely, merging into this gigantic seal.
The seal’s might instantly multiplied several times over. Ye Jingyu was certain that if the Heaven-Overturning Seal clashed with this artifact, it would be the Heaven-Overturning Seal that shattered.
What was this thing? How could it be so powerful?
Hanba, Zhu Rong, and the others watched, their expressions shifting once more. The astonishment in their eyes even surpassed what they had shown upon seeing the River Chart and Luo Book earlier.
The Kongtong Seal…
Forged from the five-colored stones used by Nuwa to mend the heavens, tempered with the vital blood of the Five Divine Emperors, and imbued with the essence of the Five Elements—a first-tier offensive magic treasure, its grade absolutely no less than the Eastern Emperor Bell's top-tier divine artifact status.
Like the Five Directional Banners, it was a supreme artifact wielded by the Primordial Human Emperor Fuxi to suppress the four cardinal directions. How it ended up in Bing Ming’s hands was now irrelevant; everyone had their own fortunate encounters. Since Jin Lisi Jun possessed the Heavenly Book, how could Bing Ming pursue him without a superior treasure?
Amidst Jin Lisi Jun’s desperate shriek, the last flickering dim light emanating from the Heavenly Book instantly fractured, and even the Eight Trigrams diagram shattered alongside it. Jin Lisi Jun was struck on the crown of his head by the Kongtong Seal, his entire body dissolving into nothingness.
In the sky, only the golden Heavenly Book and a blood-red demon blade remained, artifacts left behind by Jin Lisi Jun and Gui Jianchou…
With a simple gesture, Bing Ming retrieved the two treasures and then approached Ye Jingyu. Looking at Ye Jingyu’s face, alight with surprise, the faint smile on Bing Ming’s features grew wider... Though perhaps because he hadn't smiled in a long time, the expression seemed slightly stiff.
Yet, without preamble, both men spoke in unison: “You’re not dead…”
How many years? How many years had it been? If Ye Jingyu hadn't heard news of Bing Ming from Liang Xiaoke, he would have assumed his brother was long dead. If Bing Ming hadn't believed in the indestructible nature of Ye Jingyu's Chaos Body, he, too, would surely have assumed Ye Jingyu was dead long ago. But now, neither of them had perished; they were both alive and well…
“Hahahaha!” Hearing each other’s synchronous greeting, the two burst into uproarious laughter, their bodies colliding in a tight embrace…
Yes, neither of them was dead, and neither of them ever would be. Absolutely not…
Just then, a faint moan drifted up from the grass below. Soon after, Xi Yang, clad in a crimson gauze dress, slowly opened her eyes. Aided by Jiu Feng, she managed to sit up, her still-hazy gaze falling upon Ye Jingyu. Suddenly, this man seemed strangely familiar.
“Sister Jiu Feng, I think I dreamt of that bastard again…” Xi Yang murmured softly.
Jiu Feng merely smiled mysteriously, offering no reply. Ye Jingyu walked before Xi Yang and stared intently into her eyes, speaking with profound tenderness, “Xi Yang, it’s me… I’ve returned…”
The expression on Xi Yang’s face instantly froze. She stared at the face so close to hers with utter disbelief. Was it him? Was it really him?
After a full quarter of an hour, Xi Yang suddenly raised her fist and delivered a savage punch directly into Ye Jingyu’s face. Completely unprepared, Ye Jingyu was sent flying.
“Get lost! Trying to trick this old lady? My husband is way better looking than you are…” Faintly, Xi Yang’s enraged roar could still be heard. Ye Jingyu managed a bitter grimace. Was he really not handsome enough now?
(Uh, there's another update coming later, brothers! Bring out the gold bricks and don't forget your recommendation tickets! Our tickets are always behind others, so give us some strength! Let's work hard together!)