Lan Xiaobu was just wondering whether to test the power of the Cosmic Mill when his mind jolted slightly, as if something dangerous was about to descend.
Though he couldn’t pinpoint the exact source of the danger, he instinctively fled the spot in a frenzy.
At that moment, the black-clad giant’s nine-toothed rake exploded, transforming into three killing intents so elusive even divine sense couldn’t grasp them, swiftly rushing toward Lan Xiaobu. Simultaneously, the space around him was sealed by this murderous force.
“Die! You dare act cocky in front of me, Meng Buchen? You’re not worthy,” the black-clad giant’s mocking voice rang out, his Seven Realms Charm surging several times over. So far, no one had ever escaped his Three Realms Kill.
Lan Xiaobu’s heart sank. Had this guy been holding back earlier? In an instant, he understood what those three killing intents were. They were fragments of the nine-toothed rake, which had split into three domains—more precisely, three parallel realms. This was a divine ability derived from the opponent’s Seven Realms Great Dao, a killing technique forged from realms. Trapped between these three parallel domains, no matter how he tried to escape, evading their slicing slaughter seemed nearly impossible.
It reminded him of his own Great Severance Technique, though unlike that, this ability hinged on the opponent’s Seven Realms Great Dao.
Even though the three parallel realms hadn’t fully engulfed him yet, Lan Xiaobu could already feel the breath of death. If he got caught in the charm of the domains formed by the nine-toothed rake, his body would be carved into four pieces. Worse, between the realm laws of the rake’s transformation, his flesh would be ground into mincemeat.
If the space he occupied hadn’t already been reinforced by his Longevity Dao Laws, Lan Xiaobu would’ve been a sitting duck, without even the chance to break free from the Three Realms Kill.
Under the charm of the seven realms from the nine-toothed rake, his Longevity Dao domain shattered inch by inch. Lan Xiaobu knew it wasn’t that his Longevity Great Dao was inferior to the Seven Realms Great Dao, but that his own dao was far from complete, while his opponent was surely an Eternal Sage.
Burning his essence blood like mad, Lan Xiaobu swung his Longevity Halberd, unleashing a wheel of cracking laws. Without even glancing back, he threw everything into a desperate, rule-defying escape technique.
In other spaces, his escape arts were near-instantaneous, but under the fully formed laws of the three parallel realms, it was like moving in slow motion, dragging on endlessly.
He knew he had no choice—burning more essence blood recklessly was his only shot. Only by breaking out of the Three Realms Kill could he cling to life.
“Pfft!” A spray of blood burst forth as both of Lan Xiaobu’s legs were severed, but in that split second, he broke free of the Three Realms Kill.
Before the opponent could drag his severed legs into the killing realms and shred them, Lan Xiaobu’s charm swept them up, reclaiming them.
The blue-skirted woman in the distance watched in horror. Under such a slaughtering aura, she’d have been helpless, resigned to death. Though Meng Buchen had killed countless powerhouses, she’d never seen him unleash a Three Realms Kill this terrifying.
She breathed a sigh of relief seeing Lan Xiaobu escape, legs severed but intact, even managing to retrieve them.
Not just her—even Meng Buchen assumed Lan Xiaobu’s next move would be to reattach his legs.
What neither expected was that after securing his legs, Lan Xiaobu didn’t bother with them. Instead, he charged past the Three Realms Kill’s range and threw a punch straight at Meng Buchen.
Lan Xiaobu had never gone all out with his Feather Sound Kill like this before, holding nothing back. As the punch landed, the charm spun wildly, turning the lifeless void into a mournful autumn world in an instant.
His Longevity Great Dao domain locked Meng Buchen down completely, leaving him stunned. He hadn’t expected Lan Xiaobu to break free of his Three Realms Kill. Sure, he couldn’t match his master’s Five Realms Kill, but the Three Realms Kill could easily cut down ordinary Creation Dao powerhouses—how had Lan Xiaobu escaped?
And that wasn’t all. After breaking out, Lan Xiaobu crossed the killing realms and locked him in with a spatial dao law he’d never encountered.
A terrifying sense of danger surged, and Meng Buchen knew he was in trouble. The Three Realms were his trump card—normally, once it was unleashed, no one escaped. Now someone had, and they were counterattacking. He’d never planned for this and couldn’t recall the nine-toothed rake in time.
Dodge fast…
That was his only thought. Then he realised his space was locked by Lan Xiaobu too. Lan Xiaobu had used a cracking law divine ability to shatter his Seven Realms domain and Three Realms Kill.
But Meng Buchen didn’t have a cracking law ability. At that moment, he could only rely on his thick divine essence charm to frantically escape, burning not just essence blood but lifespan without hesitation.
The instant he started burning essence blood, the autumn in that space grew bleaker, endless falling leaves drifting down like they were narrating the brevity of life…
Be it mortal, immortal, or saint, compared to the vast cosmos and this endless autumn breath, it was all fleeting.
An ordinary sage would’ve been swept away by this deep autumn intent, but Meng Buchen held his mind steady, burning lifespan even harder. He knew those endless falling leaves were fragments of torn laws—any one could rip his body apart.
As life drained from the space and the autumn thickened beyond melting, Meng Buchen’s heart sank deeper, though he wasn’t lost to the intent.
He knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Spitting out a blood talisman, it exploded, wrapping his body in an instant, boosting his speed tenfold and more, nearly breaking free of the autumn intent.
But right then, he saw a fist coming.
The autumn thickened beyond bearing, and Meng Buchen sighed.
A fist stirred the autumn wind; when the autumn faded, life was short, grass and trees turned to frost!
Pfft! The fist slammed into Meng Buchen’s legs, blasting them into bloody chunks, swept away by the autumn intent into nothingness.
Meng Buchen still broke free of the deep autumn intent, his face pale as paper. With a wave, the nine-toothed rake, once the Three Realms, returned to his hand, and his legs regrew the next moment.
Seeing he hadn’t finished Meng Buchen off, Lan Xiaobu felt a twinge of regret but didn’t dwell on it. Only then did he take out his severed legs and reattach them. This fight left both wounded—though compared to Meng Buchen’s legs being blasted to bits and regrown, Lan Xiaobu at least kept his originals.
Meng Buchen didn’t flee. Staring at Lan Xiaobu, he asked, “You’re already in the Eternal Realm?”
“Piss off. Your Grandpa Bu’s got no time to yap with you. Don’t leave, and don’t blame me for blasting your legs again,” Lan Xiaobu snapped. Since starting his journey, this was the first time someone had cut off both his legs. Sure, he’d gotten revenge, but he was still ticked off.
Deep down, though, he knew taking out Meng Buchen’s legs was a fluke. Meng Buchen’s divine ability relied heavily on the nine-toothed rake, and Lan Xiaobu had struck while it was split into the Three Realms Kill. After eating that loss once, Meng Buchen wouldn’t fall for it again. Another fight, and Lan Xiaobu might not take him down—worse, he could get caught again.
“I’m not leaving—what can you do about it?” Meng Buchen roared, but after the outburst, he tamped down his anger. Lan Xiaobu couldn’t touch him, and he couldn’t touch Lan Xiaobu either. To kill Lan Xiaobu, he’d need at least four realms. If he’d formed four earlier, Lan Xiaobu would’ve been toast—shame it was just shy of that.
Seeing Meng Buchen still blabbering, Lan Xiaobu swung his Longevity Halberd, the void’s killing aura surging again as his Palace Sound Kill began to condense.
“I’ll be back for you,” Meng Buchen said, seeing Lan Xiaobu wasn’t bluffing. He dropped the line and bolted.
In his eyes, this guy had no honour—couldn’t he just ask a few questions? He’d wanted to fish for Lan Xiaobu’s origins and destination, but Lan Xiaobu wouldn’t give him a word. If he didn’t leave, he’d gain nothing today. Better to refine his dao and master the Four Realms Kill sooner.
Lan Xiaobu watched Meng Buchen go, feeling no real joy. He had cards left unplayed, but he was sure Meng Buchen hadn’t shown his full hand either.
Meng Buchen was a dragon—transforming into his true form would spike his combat power a whole tier. Since he hadn’t earlier, Lan Xiaobu hadn’t pulled out the Samsara Bridge or Cosmic Mill either.
He got chased off? The blue-skirted woman stared dumbfounded in the direction Meng Buchen fled, speechless for a long while.
Eventually, she saw Lan Xiaobu heading for the planar teleportation array and hurried over, bowing, “Thank you, fellow daoist, for saving my life. If you hadn’t driven Meng Buchen off, I’d be dead today.”
Lan Xiaobu shook his head, “No, I didn’t drive him off. He just couldn’t handle me and left. I couldn’t handle him either.”
