I Can't Hold On Anymore, You Hang in There

The man continued:

“Who would have thought we’d survive in the Netherworld for so long?”

“We all know a thing or two about cultivation techniques that devour other people’s true essence.”

“Though none of us can match Su Yuanshan’s heaven-defying abilities...”

“Devouring the true essence of a gravely wounded Martial God shouldn’t be a problem.”

The other three stared wide-eyed.

In shock, they said:

“You want to devour the Tyrant Su Yuanshan’s true essence?”

“I have to admit, that’s a bold idea.”

“If we manage to devour his true essence, the Tyrant will be utterly annihilated, his soul scattered beyond recovery. He’ll never have a chance to rise again.”

“But the risk is enormous. If we fail, we’ll be the ones whose souls are destroyed.”

“Still, if we succeed, not only will we get rid of Su Yuanshan, but our strength will soar as well. Then we’ll finally have some confidence when dealing with those Ancient Clan brothers.”

“What do you mean, later? We should slaughter every human expert in the Kunlun Mountains!”

“From now on, no one will be allowed near the Kunlun Mountains.”

“The human world will belong to us! We’ll never have to bow to anyone again!”

The four looked at one another.

Then the man added a few more words, completely firming up the other three’s resolve.

“By the time we get there, Su Yuanshan might already be dead.”

“You saw how miserable he looked just now.”

“He can’t even fly anymore.”

The moment those words were spoken—

The group sprang to their feet.

“Let’s do it!”

“Why have we risked our lives cultivating martial arts all these years?”

“Isn’t it because we refuse to spend our lives living under someone else’s thumb?”

In an instant, four streaks of light shot into the sky.

Four waves of Martial God pressure surged forth, hurtling directly toward the Kunlun Mountains.

...

Eight hundred li west of the Four Symbols Heavenly Chasm.

Wei Tianjun’s self-destruction had also startled Yin Hu.

However, she had no time to concern herself with that battle for now.

With one swipe of her claw, Yin Hu tore apart the restriction Gu Banjin had placed.

At once, the entire Kunlun Mountain range began to tremble.

In the area where she had previously bitten a hill to pieces and flattened it into level ground—

An even larger mountain now rose from the earth.

Atop the mountain, dozens of thick iron chains bound a great demon with an ape-like form.

Every chain pierced through the demon’s body before fastening it securely to the mountain.

The moment Yin Hu saw the demon’s appearance, she could not help cursing her bad luck inwardly.

“Wrong one!”

“Why is it you, you traitorous bastard?”

“What rotten luck!”

As she spoke, she opened her jaws and bit down.

The great demon was still bewildered at first.

But when it saw that its old acquaintance intended to devour it—

It immediately roared in fury:

“Yin Hu, you dare show me such disrespect!”

“Instead of freeing me from these chains and joining me in taking revenge on the Ancient Clan, you want to eat me?”

Yin Hu sneered.

“What are you now?”

“You still dare bark orders at me?”

With that, she swallowed it in a single bite.

Afterward, she did not forget to complain in disgust:

“Pah!”

“Tastes awful. There’s not even any meat on it!”

“It wasn’t nearly as good as that roasted suckling pig.”

“If it weren’t for the precious blood in your body, I wouldn’t even have bothered eating you.”

After finishing, she twitched her nose again.

Searching for the scent of the Eight Great Forbidden Lands.

“Which forbidden land is my good sister Qiongqi imprisoned in?”

Then she began searching for the next forbidden land.

When this forbidden land was broken open—

The Kunlun Blood Sacrifice began to flow backward even faster.

Elsewhere.

Chen Feng, who had been smashed deep into the ground, was finally dug out by his disciples.

The moment Yang Xuan saw his master, he cried out in delight,

“Master is still alive!”

“Quick, let’s get Master out of here!”

By now, Chen Feng’s injuries had recovered somewhat.

He was no longer in the critical, near-death condition he had been in at first.

Sensing the commotion around him,

he slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw his disciples, each of them covered in dirt and dust,

he immediately asked,

“How are things?”

Liu Weiwei sighed.

“That Martial God named Wei Tianjun was defeated!”

“In the end, he chose to self-destruct!”

“Su Yuanshan was severely injured and fell from the sky. His condition is unknown!”

“Master, let’s get you treated first!”

Chen Feng had not expected so much to have happened while he was gravely injured.

Just then,

a bolt of lightning split the heavens, illuminating the night sky once more.

Chen Feng immediately remembered.

Elder Wang was still undergoing his tribulation.

Recalling Yin Hu’s pessimistic assessment of the old man’s chances,

he said at once,

“Take me to Elder Wang!”

Liu Weiwei and Zhao Bing did not ask any questions.

They immediately followed his instructions,

carrying their master toward the place where Wang Zun was facing his tribulation.

Chen Feng took the opportunity

to circulate the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture. Combined with his formidable constitution, it rapidly restored his injuries.

All he could hope for now was that the Qilin blood and Dragon Essence within him could help Wang Zun survive the heavenly tribulation.

Whether it worked or not,

they had to try.

When they arrived at the place where Wang Zun was undergoing the tribulation,

the sight of the old man’s condition made Chen Feng’s heart sink.

Wang Zun lay on the ground,

black smoke rising from his body.

The surface of his body had been completely charred.

He was barely clinging to his last breath.

Even if no further lightning descended,

without outside help, he would still surely die.

At that moment, both his eyes had gone blind.

He could no longer hear anything, either.

Yet his lips continued to murmur,

“The human escape route... the one path.”

“Where is the single way out that Heaven has left behind?”

“The demon race can withstand it head-on.”

“But what are humans supposed to do?”

Just then,

Wang Zun felt a sweet, warm current slide down his throat.

At the same time, a powerful vitality blossomed within his body.

Gradually, he was able to hear again.

“Old man! You have to hold on!”

“Whatever you do, don’t give up!”

Under the effects of the precious blood, his injuries rapidly improved.

But Chen Feng’s injuries worsened.

When Wang Zun’s sight returned,

he saw a bleeding wrist before his eyes.

He also saw the familiar purple scales on that wrist.

He immediately understood.

Like Yin Hu, he was drinking Chen Feng’s blood.

He quickly stopped him.

“Don’t waste your precious blood!”

“I couldn’t even withstand the seventh bolt of heavenly lightning!”

“The eighth will definitely kill me!”

Chen Feng withdrew his hand at the right moment,

a bitter smile on his face.

“I can’t carry Great Xia anymore.”

“I was counting on you to survive this tribulation and become a Martial God, so you could take over from me.”

His voice was filled with bitterness.

Facing one Martial God after another, he truly felt powerless.

All he could do now was use the title of Great Xia’s hero to bolster morale.

Wang Zun’s eyes, too,

were filled with unwillingness.

He understood Chen Feng’s helplessness.

And was he not the same?

Even after giving everything he had,

he still could not change the overall situation.

Just then, the eighth bolt of Chaos Heavenly Lightning began to blaze.

Wang Zun gave a bitter laugh.

“If fate allows, I’ll see you again in the Netherworld!”

“You’re still young. You have to hold on!”

Chen Feng shook his head with a laugh.

“You’ve already given up yourself, yet you’re telling someone else to hang in there.”

“Don’t die when the next bolt comes!”

“You’re the first human in ten thousand years to undergo the Martial God Tribulation. Your name will go down in the history books.”

“You have to hold on a little longer and leave behind a more impressive record.”

“If you’re going to die, at least die beneath the final bolt of tribulation lightning.”

Chen Feng’s teasing instantly dispelled the despair in Wang Zun’s heart.

“I can’t take it anymore. I really can’t!”

Chen Feng smiled.

“You only need to leave yourself one breath of life.”

“I’ll pull you back from the brink!”

Hearing Chen Feng’s words, Wang Zun assumed they were nothing more than consoling banter.

But then he suddenly froze.

A thought occurred to him.

If he truly managed to cling to one last breath,

Chen Feng would undoubtedly bleed himself to save him again.

He thought once more of Wei Tianjun’s words:

“The way of Heaven is to diminish what is abundant and supplement what is lacking.”

“The way of man is to diminish what is lacking and offer it to what is abundant.”

“Then what Chen Feng is doing now—does it follow the way of man, or the way of Heaven?”