Seeing Lin Xuan still standing, the Right Envoy felt as if he had eaten dirt—never had he encountered someone so tenacious. If they were of the same cultivation level, it wouldn’t have been so infuriating, but Lin Xuan was clearly far weaker, yet the fight had dragged on this long. It was downright humiliating.
"I! WILL! GRIND! YOU! TO DUST!"
The Right Envoy poured his life force into activating a verbal decree spell.
Lin Xuan was instantly gripped by an invisible force. If not for his exceptional physical resilience, he would have already been torn apart, reduced to fragments.
But at this moment, Lin Xuan’s focus wasn’t on the Right Envoy—it was on himself.
He slipped into a mystical state, memories flashing through his mind: scenes of his relentless training, the encouraging faces of those close to him, and the profound knowledge inherited from an immortal legacy...
He couldn’t fall here.
Lin Xuan opened his eyes—enlightenment struck.
Boom!
A tempest of spiritual energy erupted from his body, shattering the Right Envoy’s decree spell.
The backlash sent the Right Envoy reeling, blood spewing from his mouth, yet his eyes remained locked on Lin Xuan in disbelief.
He couldn’t comprehend how Lin Xuan could unleash such power at this critical moment.
Lin Xuan had broken through—unbelievably fast, ascending to the Great Ascension Realm.
Normally, one had to endure the Heavenly Tribulation before achieving a breakthrough.
But Lin Xuan had flipped the script.
The Heavenly Tribulation hadn’t even reacted before he had already ascended.
This must be the effect of the immortal legacy.
"Now, it’s my turn."
Lin Xuan surged forward, determined to finish the Right Envoy before the tribulation arrived.
"Stay back!" The moment the words left his mouth, the Right Envoy regretted them—he shouldn’t have shown such weakness.
Yet, he couldn’t deny the fear that had gripped him.
Even though Lin Xuan had only just entered the Great Ascension Realm.
Lin Xuan pressed the attack, clashing fiercely with the Right Envoy.
With his breakthrough, his strength had skyrocketed, and he began landing solid blows.
The Right Envoy started considering retreat, yet he clung to the delusion that the next strike would finish Lin Xuan.
But Lin Xuan refused to fall.
Time was running out—dark clouds gathered overhead as the Heavenly Tribulation brewed.
"No time to waste. Next move decides it."
The Right Envoy struck first.
"Heavenly Drill!"
A massive drill-like force shot toward Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan countered with his own technique.
"Immortal’s Ultimate Eight Extremes Shatter!"
A single punch shattered the drill, and the ensuing shockwave tore through the Right Envoy with unstoppable force.
The Right Envoy collapsed, grievously wounded.
He made no effort to rise. A quick glance around confirmed it—the Earthly Fiend Sect was crumbling.
No, truthfully, they never stood a chance. Victory had always been an illusion.
The Right Envoy’s mind turned to escape.
This Lin Xuan was downright unnatural. He had to admit—he couldn’t win this.
Then, the Heavenly Tribulation struck.
Lin Xuan faced it head-on.
The battlefield scattered as onlookers fled to avoid the devastation.
Most eyes remained fixed on Lin Xuan—who would have thought someone would undergo tribulation mid-battle?
The righteous faction worried—could he survive?
For the Earthly Fiend Sect, this was a blessing. At least the one undergoing tribulation wouldn’t pursue them, removing one formidable foe.
The Right Envoy barked, "Everyone, retreat!"
With that, he fled.
He had been waiting for this moment.
The rest of the Earthly Fiend Sect understood—they bolted without hesitation.
Never underestimate their will to flee. Once decided, they moved swiftly, abandoning wounded comrades without a second thought—some even trampling over them if they blocked the escape path.
The righteous faction gave chase, unsurprised by their ruthlessness.
This time, they had prepared thoroughly. Breaking through the encirclement would require extraordinary means.
Li Siyi had already positioned interceptors at every exit, joining the pursuit herself.
There was wisdom in not pressing a desperate foe—the Earthly Fiend Sect fought like cornered beasts.
Their death throes still held danger.
Li Siyi narrowly avoided several lethal counterattacks.
Her cultivation was unstable—she had only recently reached the Hollow Void Realm and hadn’t consolidated her power.
But with victory so close, how could she let them escape again? Impossible.
As for Su Luo, she merely observed from the sidelines. These stragglers posed no real threat to Li Siyi.
To her, the outcome was already decided.
Meanwhile, the Earthly Fiend Sect’s patriarch also attempted to flee, though he was battered and bleeding.
While Lin Xuan fought the Right Envoy, three Great Ascension experts had ganged up on him.
Only their occasional distraction—ensuring Lin Xuan wasn’t killed—had allowed the patriarch to last this long.
Yet he hadn’t taken three steps before the trio unleashed a coordinated strike, ending him instantly.
Without a glance back, they raced after the Right Envoy, though their depleted energy slowed them.
Surveying the Earthly Fiend Sect’s devastation, the Right Envoy sighed inwardly—it was truly over.
But he quickly steeled himself. Regrets aside, self-preservation had always been his priority.
With his life hanging by a thread, the sect’s destruction meant little. He couldn’t die here.
"Mark my words—I, the Right Envoy, will return! And next time, it is you who will tremble!"
He turned to leave—
Only to find the West Extreme Demon Lord behind him.
"Sect Leader, let’s go," the Demon Lord said.
The Right Envoy nodded. "As long as we live, we can rise again."
The West Extreme Demon Lord smirked silently.
"Life-Severing Assassin’s Thrust."
He struck without warning.
A pitch-black dagger pierced the Right Envoy’s back—silent, yet lethally precise.
Thunk!
The blade tore through the Right Envoy’s kidney.
Never had he imagined betrayal—least of all now, from the West Extreme Demon Lord.
Turning slowly, his voice trembled with disbelief. "Why?"
The Demon Lord twisted the dagger, aiming to finish the job—but the Right Envoy blocked further damage.
With a cold smile, the Demon Lord said, "Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am one of the Shadow Organization’s Gold Rank assassins."
The Shadow Organization had only three tiers: Bronze, Silver, and Gold.
As the pinnacle of the assassination world, they operated with elite precision—few in number, but unmatched in skill.
Among their ten Gold Rank assassins, all at Hollow Void Realm, none surpassed the West Extreme Demon Lord.
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