The old monk Ku Xuan steadied himself and wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth. All traces of compassion had vanished from his face, leaving only endless gloom and venomous hatred.
He stared fixedly at Ling Canglan and Ji Qingyi as they closed in together, shock and fury churning in his heart.
He had miscalculated! Completely miscalculated!
He had never expected such an intense and direct response from them, much less that the two would join forces without hesitation!
“Fellow Daoists, what is the meaning of this? Why must you press me so relentlessly over the struggle for the Emperor Scripture?!” Kuxuan tried to salvage the situation, his voice hoarse.
Ling Canglan’s gaze was icy. He did not answer. His only response was an even sharper streak of sword qi.
Ji Qingyi was even more expressionless. Lunar Yin power transformed into a sky full of icy lotuses, sealing off every avenue of escape.
Their killing intent had practically solidified. Their attacks crashed down in relentless waves, without the slightest mercy!
“You go too far!”
Kuxuan was both shocked and enraged, and the last shred of hope in his heart was extinguished completely.
With a furious roar, dark golden Buddhist light erupted around him as he was forced to meet their assault head-on.
“Boom!” “Boom!” “Rumble—!!!”
The battle that followed was so swift it dazzled the eye. Only the unceasing collisions of destructive energy and deafening explosions filled the air!
Ling Canglan’s sword qi swept in every direction. Every stroke contained the will to split heaven and earth, overwhelmingly tyrannical as it tore through layer after layer of Kuxuan’s protective Buddhist radiance.
Ji Qingyi’s moonlight was frigid. Lunar Yin power infiltrated everything; wherever it passed, space froze and laws stagnated, continuously eroding and slowing Kuxuan’s movements and the circulation of his Buddhist essence.
Though Kuxuan was at the late stage of the Great Saint Realm, with profound cultivation, he was facing two opponents of the same realm—especially Ling Canglan’s frenzied assault. Fighting one against two, he was immediately forced onto the defensive.
He unleashed all manner of Buddhist divine abilities. Vajra palm seals, Prajna Zen fingers, and manifestations of the Buddha appeared in endless succession, yet before the indestructible sword qi and moonlight capable of freezing all things, each one shattered and exploded!
“Pfft!”
He was struck in the shoulder once more by a cunning beam of moonlight. Lunar Yin frost invaded his body, causing his blood and qi to stagnate and slowing his movements by half a beat.
“Crack!”
Ling Canglan’s sword qi seized the opening, carving a deep fissure through the phantom of Kuxuan’s Vajra Dharma Body, which he had only just condensed. Its Buddhist radiance dimmed at once!
Kuxuan was forced back again and again. Horror rose in his heart. Their offensive was utterly relentless, allowing him not even a moment to catch his breath!
What frightened him even more was that both of them possessed vast, oceanic vitality and were at the peak of their strength, while his own blood and qi were declining. If the battle continued, he would surely die!
“This cannot go on!” Madness flashed in Kuxuan’s eyes.
At that very moment, two attacks—one razor-sharp, the other steeped in annihilation—arrived in perfect concert, sealing heaven and locking earth, completely blocking every path of retreat.
A lethal sense of crisis, like icy water poured over his head, instantly submerged Kuxuan’s soul!
He could feel it clearly: if those two strikes landed, even if he survived, he would suffer grave injuries, his foundation damaged beyond repair, with no hope of ever rising again!
“I ignite my Buddha blood and sacrifice my body to escape through space!”
At the brink of life and death, Kuxuan hesitated no longer. He struck his own brow with his palm, spraying out a mouthful of incomparably pure life-bound Saint Buddha blood, which ignited instantly!
“Escape!”
Wrapped in blood-colored flames, he transformed into a crimson streak of light and barely slipped through the narrow gap between the two killing blows!
“Pssh!”
Though he escaped, the dreadful sword intent and residual Lunar Yin force still swept across his fleeing light. He let out a shrill, miserable scream, spilling blood across the sky!
The next instant, the crimson streak ignored the distance of space itself and plunged directly into the void barrier deep within the Emperor’s Tomb, vanishing without a trace!
Only a howl filled with resentment and unwillingness echoed through the shattered void:
“Ling Canglan! Ji Qingyi! The Buddhist sects of the Western Regions will avenge this grievance!!!”
Ling Canglan and Ji Qingyi’s killing strikes missed their target, reducing a distant stretch of space entirely to primordial chaos and emptiness.
The two revealed themselves and looked toward the direction in which Kuxuan had vanished, their eyes cold and piercing.
Though they had failed to keep him there for good, that wretch had burned his life-bound Saint Buddha blood. It would take him several centuries to recover.
The core of the Emperor’s Tomb fell silent.
A peerless powerhouse at the late stage of the Great Saint Realm had, before everyone’s eyes, been driven by two cultivators of the same realm to burn his essence blood and flee in humiliating defeat!
All eyes once again focused on the only two Great Saints remaining in the field, as well as the dark golden Emperor Scripture still hovering in the air!
As for Buddha Liaochen and the other members of the Western Regions Buddhist sects, their faces were ashen. Seeing Kuxuan flee in such a wretched state, they quietly slipped away at once, afraid that if they lingered even a moment longer, they would be held accountable.
Inside Xiao Ruobai’s sleeve, Little Black watched the Western Regions cultivators flee in panic. A gleam of excitement flashed through his eyes.
Run faster, you bunch of hypocritical, scheming baldies. Better yet, run all the way back to your nest in the Western Regions. Then there’ll be a proper excuse to wipe you out in one stroke.
Little Black blinked. It had been a long time since he had gotten any exercise. Now that there was work to do again, the feeling was unexpectedly nostalgic.
Having dealt with the old monk Ku Xuan, Ling Canglan and Ji Qingyi turned their gazes toward the dark golden Emperor Scripture floating in the air.
After a moment, they looked simultaneously toward the leaders of the other major factions. Their eyes carried undisguised dominance, as though declaring: The Emperor Scripture is ours.
The atmosphere in the core region of the Emperor’s Tomb had only just begun to settle after the brutality of the Great Saint battle, but because of this Emperor Scripture, it became subtle, grave, and tense once more.
The allure of an Emperor Scripture was enough to make anyone take desperate risks, especially since none of those present were ordinary individuals.
“Saint Lord Ling, Saint Lord Ji, what imposing prestige!”
The Grand Zhou Emperor spoke in a steady voice. Imperial dragon qi surged around him like golden raging waves, fully displaying his late-stage Saint King Realm cultivation.
“However, this Emperor Scripture belongs to no one. Those who find it have a share. If the two of you wish to keep it for yourselves, isn’t your appetite a little too great?”
The South Domain Demon Lord’s demonic qi erupted with a roar, like a churning black sea. His demon eyes were fixed upon the Emperor Scripture, though they also swept over Ling Canglan and Ji Qingyi with evident wariness.
Immediately afterward, the Jiang Clan Patriarch, the Patriarch of the Primordial Wang Clan, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Master, Saint Lord Taixuan, and several other figures of Saint Lord rank erupted with terrifying auras that surged into the heavens one after another!
In a one-on-one confrontation, none of them could match Ling Canglan or Ji Qingyi. Yet now, the immense pressure of more than a dozen peak Saint Kings had merged into one, becoming equally terrifying!
Join forces, and perhaps they could win. If not, then they would at least apply pressure together and force the two to yield!
Faced with this terrifying tide of pressure embodying the will of nearly half the foremost powers of the age, Ling Canglan stepped forward.
The void trembled!
His vast mid-stage Great Saint Realm cultivation erupted once again like a dormant volcano!
Incomparably sharp sword intent soared into the sky, transforming into a domain formed of hundreds of millions of invisible sword qi. It expanded explosively from around him!
Within this sword domain, the laws of nature wailed, while space was sliced open with countless fine black scars. It brimmed with a resolute intent to cut down everything in its path and press forward without retreat!
Standing there, he was an unmatched divine sword capable of cleaving heaven and splitting earth!
Ji Qingyi likewise showed no intention of yielding.
The two vast, overwhelming auras collided thunderously in midair with the tide of pressure gathered from the many Saint Lords!
Every cultivator below the Saint Lord Realm turned pale, their souls trembling so violently that they nearly fell to their knees.
The South Domain Demon Lord let out a muffled groan. He felt his violent demonic qi crash against the combined force of their auras like raging waves smashing into an ancient, unmelting iceberg and an unbreakable reef of swords. The backlash sent his blood and qi surging chaotically.
The Grand Zhou Emperor’s pupils constricted slightly. Before that domain where icy cold and razor-sharp intent intertwined, even his imperial dragon aura seemed to falter, as though suppressed and slowed by an invisible force.
The Great Saint realm truly was not something the Saint King realm could overcome through sheer numerical advantage.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
