As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1550 - 412: Yun Shen Returns, Qi Fortune Belongs to the Underworld—King Yan’s Great Sun Punch Battles the War God Tribulation [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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Xie Yushen felt a deep resentment, cursing the fact that he hadn't achieved the Soul Capturing stage sooner!
He had sacrificed far too much over the years to bolster his cultivation and elevate his status to such noble heights...
Dressed in simple cloth robes, he had clawed his way up from a frail child to the esteemed position of National Master; such a journey was impossible without immense loss.
Rising from a humble, impoverished family with the ambition to reach the peaks of the world...
One was forced to pay a much steeper price than those arrogant noble scions and the favored Chulong geniuses of the heavens!
He had endured endless degradation, swallowing every bit of it; to him, verbal mockery and petty insults were trivialities.
As a teenager seeking the path of cultivation, he had even suffered the ultimate disgrace of crawling between someone’s legs just to beg the Divine Sect for a single opportunity to join their ranks!
Yet, despite his tolerance, he was cast aside, his name forever etched upon a pillar of eternal shame.
But now, he finally realized that the heavens and earth... offered an entirely different vantage point!
Xie Yushen would never forget that lofty Divine Sect. Perhaps they had long since forgotten the insignificant boy who was once brutally humiliated by their second-generation disciples!
His laughter suddenly dissolved into a wave of melancholy.
He swept his gaze across the area, looking toward the patch of earth where no remnants of shattered bone or torn flesh remained.
That was the exact location...
Where Guard Ning An had been obliterated.
What a tragic end.
He was a truly faithful protector.
Xie Yushen was aware that his lord possessed the power to resurrect Ning An, yet... he didn't dare mention it, nor was it his place to do so.
The reality was...
Ning An’s death was a necessity in this conflict.
Had Ning An survived, it would have been a glaring inconsistency in the narrative.
Xie Yushen had only endured by siphoning two portions of Great Vista’s national fortune. By leaning on the strength of the Luck Golden Lotus, he managed to withstand the onslaught of the Underworld Yama—a half-step Martial God.
But for Ning An...
A simple Great Grandmaster, survival was an impossibility.
"Rest in peace..."
A soft sigh escaped Xie Yushen’s lips.
In the next breath, he lifted his palm and struck his own chest.
Phoo—
A spray of golden blood erupted, staining the corner of his mouth as it trickled down.
Woosh woosh woosh woosh——
The winds of heaven and earth surged, shredding the thick smoke and dust of the ruins like tattered ribbons.
Debris and grit tumbled incessantly across the ground.
From the high heavens, several piercing gazes were fixed on the scene below.
Standing atop the Luck Golden Lotus, Xie Yushen revealed a shimmering divine seal on his forehead as a massive pillar of golden Qi fortune descended, bathing him in the will of the world.
His cloth robes snapped in the wind, trailing behind him as he lifted his chin with defiance.
It was as if he were declaring his survival to the entirety of Qianyuan Dao City.
I, this old man, stood toe-to-toe with the King of Hell!
This old man!
Still draws breath!
...
...
Woosh woosh woosh——
A violent gale howled, slicing through the stagnant dust like a terrifyingly sharp blade!
High above the clouds.
Gu Qianchi and the God Hunter Killer, Fang Hanshu, remained in a tense deadlock. At the same moment, their expressions froze as their Heaven and Earth Dao Souls swept downward to inspect the clearing dust.
The unfolding scene was instantly mirrored in their eyes!
"He survived?!"
"So it seems..."
"A failure, then..."
Hidden behind his Star Vortex Mask, Fang Hanshu let out a quiet sigh. He watched Xie Yushen, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back and a proud, wild grin on his face.
A hint of disappointment flickered in Fang Hanshu’s eyes.
It appeared the mission had indeed fallen short.
The Underworld Yama’s prowess was formidable, but sadly... he had not yet reached the God Realm.
Without the power of the God Realm, trying to slay Xie Yushen while he was protected by the Luck Golden Lotus was an exercise in futility.
Since Xie Yushen was virtually invincible against anyone below the God Realm, it was impressive enough that he hadn't killed the Yama. For the Underworld Yama to wound him and escape was a feat that brought no shame to the Underworld.
"The hit was unsuccessful... it appears I should take my leave as well."
With another soft sigh.
Fang Hanshu’s robes snapped as he retreated with such force that the space behind him seemed to shatter.
Gu Qianchi narrowed his eyes, his fingers tightening as a surge of Sword Qi whistled through the air.
However, the strike was merely for show.
Restraining a Divine Tribulation Cultivator was a monumental task; unless he was willing to go all out and summon the Disaster Wheel, he had little hope of trapping him.
But he saw no reason to go that far. The earlier assault on Qianyuan Dao City had been diverted by the Divine Sculpture Half-Saint of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, nearly triggering the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations. If he revealed the Disaster Wheel now, he might not be able to hide from those celestial forces again.
Thus, Gu Qianchi offered only a symbolic hurdle.
He stood by with cold indifference as the masked God Hunter Killer disappeared into the void.
"The Hunting God Pavilion..."
Gu Qianchi let out a slow breath.
He turned his attention back to the ruins, watching as the Cloth-Robed National Master began to retract the Luck Golden Lotus.
A sense of relief washed over him.
It was fortunate the man had lived.
The Bashu Sword Pavilion had already committed to the Imperial Court’s amnesty. If Xie Yushen, the primary architect of that peace, had fallen here...
It would have spelled disaster for the future of the Bashu Sword Pavilion.
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...
Rumble——!!!
A cataclysmic explosion thundered through the ink-black city.
Dark clouds piled up miles into the sky!
Lightning snaked through the air amidst the roar of thunder!
Countless drops of black rain began to fall with a deafening clatter, as if the heavens had been torn open, allowing the pent-up deluge to crash down.
The rain fell like sharp spears, striking the debris and the black-tiled roofs with such ferocity that a misty, dark veil rose from the ground!
This was Mo City Fengdu of the Underworld!
An overwhelming pressure descended, as if a celestial dam had burst, letting the endless heavenly waters flood the world.
Shockwaves and violent gusts of air radiated outward in every direction!
A lone figure hovered over Mo City. Below, the earth was scarred with terrifying fissures, and countless stones, lifted by an invisible force, began to drift toward the sky.