Hearing Evil Monarch’s words, Dao Ling’s face darkened.
*The hell kind of bathroom excuse!*
This guy was trying to slip away!
Dao Ling grabbed him. “Brother, you can’t leave! If you go now, Xianling won’t spare you either. Since we’re all doomed, what’s the difference between dying now or later?”
Evil Monarch was speechless.
Later was still better, right?
At that moment, a middle-aged man and two black-robed figures appeared.
Seeing them, Dao Ling and Evil Monarch’s expressions sank.
All three were Time Masters!
Not Time Immortals, but Time Masters were still terrifying! Their side was not only outmatched in realm but also in numbers.
How could they fight?
Dao Ling was nearly despairing!
Evil Monarch’s face was equally grave. In the distant starry sky, a Time Immortal loomed. The Shi Clan’s ancestor, a mere soul fragment, couldn’t hold him off for long!
Even without the Time Immortal, the Time Masters here were enough to wipe them out!
The power disparity was crushing!
Lord Jie glared at Dao Ling and Evil Monarch, sneering, “What, not ganging up anymore? Come on, keep going!”
Dao Ling said calmly, “Lord Jie, if you’re so tough, fight me one-on-one. What’s the point of a group beatdown?”
Lord Jie stared. “How shameless can you be?”
Dao Ling: “…”
Lord Jie vanished.
*Slash!*
A bolt of lightning flashed across the battlefield.
Dao Ling’s eyes narrowed. He spun his right hand, gathering a terrifying force in his fist. He charged, throwing a punch at Lord Jie.
*Boom!*
Lightning exploded, and a figure was flung back—Dao Ling!
Stopping, blood trickled from his mouth. Lord Jie charged again!
A feral glint flashed in Dao Ling’s eyes. His body turned ethereal.
*Boom!*
With the Tai Gu Sacred Stone’s aid, his soul’s aura surged. He transformed into a massive Manifestation Dharma Body and rushed at Lord Jie!
Head-on!
*Boom!*
A deafening clash echoed, and both figures were thrown back!
Dao Ling’s body was obliterated, leaving only his soul, faint and frail from the immense exertion!
Evil Monarch watched silently.
He couldn’t help—three terrifying auras locked onto him. If he moved, they’d strike.
Lord Jie glanced at his chest, where a deep palm print from Dao Ling had shattered his organs.
He paused, then looked at Dao Ling, shocked.
His realm was a tier above Dao Ling’s, and he’d been a prodigy among prodigies, earning the title of Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations. Yet Dao Ling had fought him this long!
But it was time to end it!
Lord Jie opened his hand, summoning a bolt of lightning.
Dao Ling took a deep breath, a trace of resignation in his eyes.
So helpless!
He’d given his all!
But sometimes, effort alone wasn’t enough.
There was still a gap!
Given more time, he was confident he could surpass Lord Jie. But he had no time!
It was over!
Dao Ling glanced at Lord Jie, unwilling but accepting.
He turned to the Shi Clan, murmuring, “Brother Ye, if you survive, please look after my clan…”
His soul trembled, then ignited!
Burning his soul!
His final resort!
*Boom!*
As his soul burned, a mysterious aura seeped from him!
Evil Monarch’s pupils constricted.
Great Dao’s luck!
Dao Ling soared, looking toward the Shi Clan, laughing, “Brother Ye, one last favor!”
His voice fell, and all his Great Dao luck poured out, surging into the Shi Clan’s secret realm and into Ye Xuan’s body!
Lord Jie’s face darkened. “Are you insane? Giving all your Great Dao luck to Ye Xuan?”
Dao Ling snarled, “None of your damn business!”
Furious, Lord Jie’s face twisted. “Without Great Dao luck, you’re dead!”
He vanished.
*Boom!*
A terrifying tribulation thunder swept toward Dao Ling!
Dao Ling laughed, “Bring it!”
He vanished.
*Slash!*
A red glow tore through the battlefield!
*Boom!*
Red light and lightning erupted, flinging Lord Jie back tens of thousands of feet!
Dao Ling remained in place, but his soul was nearly transparent, like faint smoke…
His soul was spent!
Evil Monarch’s pupils shrank, his grip tightening on his spear!
He knew Dao Ling was gone!
In the Shi Clan’s secret realm, a terrifying aura shot into the sky. A sword light landed before Dao Ling—it was Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan reached for Dao Ling, but his hand passed through the soul!
Dao Ling’s soul was nearly gone!
Ye Xuan’s heart raced. “Qingxuan! Little Soul! Little Soul!”
No response!
His face paled. “Qing’er…”
Still nothing!
Dao Ling’s voice trembled. “Brother Ye, my only concern is my clan… If you survive, please look after them… Thank you…”
His soul faded rapidly.
Ye Xuan’s panic peaked. “Qing’er… I beg you, save him!”
No response!
As Ye Xuan tried to speak, Dao Ling, nearly gone, shook his head. “Brother Ye… in the next life, we’ll…”
His soul vanished before he could finish.
Staring at the empty space, Ye Xuan was thunderstruck, his mind blank.
Gone!
Dao Ling was truly gone!
For the first time, Ye Xuan felt panic!
Qing’er hadn’t responded!
Without her, he faced true despair.
Without Qing’er, he couldn’t reverse many things.
Pain!
His heart had never ached like this, never felt such despair.
“Haha…”
Ye Xuan laughed maniacally. Once, he’d boasted that without Qing’er suppressing the Great Dao Brush, he’d forge his own path!
And the result?
Without Qing’er, he was nothing.
His laughter grew louder, crazier. His bloodline surged, and a terrifying killing intent swept the surroundings.
Lord Jie frowned at Ye Xuan. “You think going mad will help? You—”
Ye Xuan’s blood-red eyes locked onto him. “Great Dao luck… haha… Great Dao luck… it’s all this damned Great Dao luck…”
*Boom!*
His Great Dao luck poured out, surging toward Shi Tian, Tian Qi, and Evil Monarch…
Everyone was stunned!
Ye Xuan’s Great Dao luck was immense—ten times more than Dao Ling’s!
And he was giving it all to Tian Qi, Evil Monarch, and Shi Tian!
He rejected the Great Dao luck!
Lord Jie stared, shocked. “How is this possible…”
He was stunned. Ye Xuan’s Great Dao luck surpassed even Xianling’s chosen one!
What did this mean?
It meant Ye Xuan, with such vast luck, was favored by the Great Dao Brush!
Why did the Brush favor him so?
But that wasn’t the point. The point was Ye Xuan had discarded his Great Dao luck!
Lord Jie glared. “You’re courting death!”
Ye Xuan nodded. “You’re right…”
He vanished.
*Slash!*
A blood-red sword light slashed at Lord Jie.
Utterly deranged!
Ye Xuan had lost all reason. With the Qingxuan Sword, he could retain a shred of clarity, but without it, he was unhinged.
Seeing the sword light, Lord Jie’s pupils shrank. This strike was several times stronger than before!
What the hell?
Shocked, Lord Jie punched, unleashing countless lightning bolts.
*Boom!*
Sword light and lightning erupted, flinging Lord Jie back.
Another sword light followed!
*Boom!*
Before he could react, Lord Jie was slashed back tens of thousands of feet. His body shattered, leaving only his soul!
He was dumbfounded!
What was happening?
Ye Xuan vanished, slashing at Lord Jie’s soul.
But a terrifying force struck Ye Xuan’s sword.
*Boom!*
Ye Xuan was blasted back!
Sage Scholar appeared before Lord Jie.
He looked at Ye Xuan. “Discarding your Great Dao luck, without the Brush’s protection, you’re doomed.”
He clenched his right hand, gathering a terrifying force.
Ye Xuan opened his hand, and the Tai Gu Sacred Sword vanished. His bloodline surged, and blood poured from his body, coalescing into a sword in his palm!
A sword of blood!
*Boom!*
The sword ignited!
Burning his bloodline!
With nothing left, he could only fight to the death.
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