As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1557 - 414: Martial Dao Will Ascends the 10,000-Zhang Mountain, Pure Martial 100% Forges Martial Immortal Golden Body [Monthly Ticket Request]...
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Hidden behind the black and white Yama mask, Li Che’s eyes blazed with a golden radiance that carried a profound, chilling gloom.
“What is the source of your laughter?”
“Your injuries are severe...”
A deep, resonant voice drifted through the fractured space.
Zhao Beidou’s laughter died instantly.
Ignoring him, Li Che tightened his grip, his fingers locking firmly around the Thunder Chess Piece. In truth, with his current martial arts Cultivation, detonating the Eighth Strange Gate Immortal Seed pushed his limits to the absolute brink.
The Dominator Avatar had already absorbed the backlash from detonating his Eight Extraordinary Meridians on his behalf. While Li Che still possessed two Dominator Avatars, performing the Qilin Dance by detonating the seeds again would be an immense struggle.
Without the power of eight Qimen Divine Seeds, Li Che lacked the certainty required to slay a Divine Tribulation expert. However, he was in no rush.
As he had noted, Zhao Beidou was mangled. The opportunities to finish him would only increase as his strength waned. Ultimately, it was a race: would Zhao Beidou’s body mend first, or would his own Mo City recover its power faster?
Clutching the Thunder Chess Piece, Li Che’s form vanished as he teleported away.
BOOM——!!!
The gates of Mo City slammed shut with a thunderous roar, leaving the city walls spider-webbed with countless thin fractures. Torrents of thick, ink-like energy surged and boiled within the ruins.
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Whoosh whoosh whoosh——!
The night grew heavy, and a fierce, howling wind tore through the air. In the biting winter cold, snowflakes as large as goose feathers drifted down from leaden, night-stained clouds, swirling and dancing in the gale.
The Imperial Court’s encampment was a scene of total chaos. Flames licked the sky, and the frantic clatter of armor filled the air. Where the central command tent once stood, a massive crater had formed, leaving nothing but debris.
Powerful figures from the Imperial Court stood gathered around the perimeter. Xie Yushen sat in a chair, his complexion as pale as parchment. Wrapped in a heavy coat, he appeared fragile and spent.
Gu Qianchi stood nearby with his hands clasped behind his back, his brow furrowed as sword qi swirled around him like a restless Jiao Long.
Suddenly, his focus sharpened.
Looking toward the heavy clouds piled in the firmament, he saw black mists churning as jagged azure peaks manifested within them. High above the heavenly dome, a celestial calamity was taking shape, accompanied by the endless rumble of thunder.
“He has returned!” Gu Qianchi remarked, his tension easing slightly as he exhaled.
Only a Divine Tribulation Great Cultivator could stir such a calamitous aura. Usually, such experts conceal their Cultivation to avoid the detection of the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, allowing them to remain in the mortal realm longer.
A heavy, majestic pressure suddenly descended, weighing on the minds of everyone present and filling them with a sense of suffocating dread. Every eye turned upward.
A pitch-black city gate appeared in mid-air, dark as dripping ink. The portal swung open, and a figure was tossed out like a discarded rag before the gate slammed shut and vanished.
The ejected figure reeked of blood, his presence intertwined with the terrifying aura of tribulation.
It was Zhao Beidou!
Gu Qianchi’s eyes locked onto him, his own sword qi trembling violently in response. His gaze narrowed in disbelief.
How could this be? Zhao Beidou was a Great Cultivator of the Divine Tribulation Realm, yet he lacked any of the composure or grace expected of such a master. He was drenched in blood and covered in wounds; his chest had been torn open by a devastating force, leaving a gaping hole that leaked blood onto the snow. The sight was gruesome and shocking.
Behind Zhao Beidou, his Disaster Wheel flickered into existence, marred by a savage crack that leaked the fire of tribulation. He had been forced to use the Disaster Wheel, yet he was still this badly mangled.
With his chest shattered and internal organs fractured, he was barely holding together. If not for the use of Dao Yun to forcibly sustain his life, Zhao Beidou would have already succumbed to his wounds.
The crowd was paralyzed with shock. Even Xie Yushen, the State Preceptor who had secretly mastered Soul Capturing, could not hide his inner turmoil.
Is the Lord truly that powerful? he wondered. To wound a Divine Tribulation Great Cultivator to the point of near-death?
If Xie Yushen was stunned, the rest of the Imperial Court was utterly speechless. Silence fell over the camp, broken only by the soft sound of falling snow.
Buzz——
Gu Qianchi recovered first. He blurred across the distance to Zhao Beidou’s side, placing a hand on the man’s back. His Dao Yun flowed outward, stabilizing Zhao Beidou’s chaotic energy and helping him manage his lethal injuries.
“My thanks... Brother Qianchi...” Zhao Beidou rasped. His face was ghostly, and his youthful features seemed to have aged decades in an instant.
“Cough, cough, cough...”
A violent coughing fit seized him. Shock and shame burned in his eyes. To be seen in such a pathetic state by his subordinates was a devastating blow to his pride as a Divine Tribulation Great Cultivator.
While such injuries might be expected in the treacherous depths of the Inner Mysterious Que, suffering this humiliation in the mortal world—before cultivators who shouldn't even be able to stand in his presence—filled him with suppressed rage.
Gu Qianchi’s expression remained grim. “Brother Beidou, what happened? What could have caused this?”