As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1687 - 441: All Anxiety Swept Away with "Daddy’s Here", 1,000 Li Confrontation—Ji Moli, King vs. King [Monthly Ticket Requested]
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Xi Xi fights fiercely to safeguard this city, ensuring its inhabitants escape the looming threat of massacre.
She battles alongside Yun E and Zhou Peng as well.
This conviction drives her.
In the shattered debris, Zhou Chiguo lay pinned to the earth by the nine-toothed nail rake, his form cleaved apart, crimson spilling across the soil.
The savage expression on Zhou Chiguo's face dissolved, reverting to a normal human look, as he sprawled on the ground, staring blankly at the heavens one final time.
He understood death was upon him.
In life's closing instants, Zhou Chiguo grew serene, maybe because the Ji Moli bloodline, expended in combat, had burned away completely.
Freed from the bloodline's dominance, Zhou Chiguo found his mind clear once more.
Tears streamed endlessly from Zhou Chiguo's eyes; he had been consumed by power, reduced to nothing but its puppet.
He once yearned to avenge his master's wrongs, to cut down the vile dragons.
Yet ultimately, the young dragon-slayer transformed into a monstrous dragon himself...
At last, liberation arrived.
"Master... Zhou Daoyuan, forgive me."
Zhou Chiguo, formerly known as Zhou Daoyuan, gradually shut his eyes, visions flooding his thoughts of training beneath Nan Lihuo's guidance.
His aptitude shone brightly; had it been lacking, he would have perished ages ago, never seized by Ji Moli, stripped of his bloodline, and molded into Ji Moli’s follower.
Xi Xi cast a chilly glance toward Zhou Chiguo.
Her eyes revealed scant sentiment.
Toward this elder brother Zhou Daoyuan, Xi Xi felt scant attachment.
Buzzing——
Yun E and Zhou Peng descended next to Xi Xi, the divine essence within Yun E now faint to the extreme, her form etched with tiny fissures everywhere, resembling a mound of fine sand grains.
This toll came from her body failing to endure the divine power's invasion.
"Xi Xi... Sister must depart now."
Yun E and Zhou Peng regarded Xi Xi, their gazes filled with unusual tenderness.
"The path forward stretches endlessly, so you need to master dodging perils, avoid charging into every fray with bold zeal, learn to weigh your options, and never throw yourself into peril..."
Yun E stroked Xi Xi’s head, imparting her final lessons.
Even in Xi Xi’s stoic eyes, tears welled up, spilling freely despite her efforts.
Yun E knelt down in front of Xi Xi, shared many words with her, offering deep comfort.
Xi Xi’s tears flowed even more freely.
Parting from Yun E tore at her heart.
Rumbling——!!!
All of a sudden.
From Zhou Chiguo’s lifeless corpse, thick Death Qi boiled and whirled.
It coalesced into a massive Death Qi maelstrom.
"Leave?"
"You slay me and think you can just depart..."
A cold voice resounded.
Then, a horrifying aura, dense as if turning air to stone, erupted wildly from that Death Qi maelstrom, surging like waves crashing over vast fields.
Above in the sky, dark clouds gathered tumultuously.
The Heaven and Earth intent churned violently, as if the dread of the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations brewed fiercely!
Yun E and Zhou Peng’s faces shifted with alarm.
"Ji Moli!"
"Xi Xi, flee at once!"
Yun E and Zhou Peng summoned their lingering divinity, releasing the final glow of the Temple God to contain the Death Qi maelstrom.
But——
Ji Moli’s immense, sturdy silhouette emerged.
The dread aura exploded outward, akin to myriad dragons bellowing together.
Yun E and Zhou Peng’s forms were hurled away, their Temple God strength all but drained.
They stood no chance against Ji Moli’s supreme might at its height.
Rumbling——
The boundless Death Qi maelstrom twisted relentlessly.
Ji Moli advanced steadily, his armor rattling with each step, eyes flashing icy gleams.
His stare passed over the fallen Zhou Chiguo, then fixed on Zhou Peng and Yun E, before drifting once more...
To Xi Xi.
A wild, manic grin twisted Ji Moli’s lips.
"Ah... so it’s you, little one."
Ji Moli gripped the umbrella gun tightly in his five fingers.
He took a deliberate step ahead, unleashing vast Death Qi that expanded like a surging tide from Strange Que’s enigmatic mists, and in a flash, the void appeared to fracture from the strain.
Ji Moli had materialized right by Xi Xi, his clawed fingers splayed out toward the paralyzed Xi Xi, who could barely budge.
However.
This strike fell short.
Ji Moli’s eyes tightened.
Xi Xi had disappeared.
He raised his head gradually.
Gazing up to the sky ten zhang high.
The golden lotus embroidery on Mo Shan shimmered brilliantly.
A tender father cradled his daughter, as though holding the whole universe close.
"Papa..."
Xi Xi’s Forehead Prison Lotus Divine Pattern quivered, her eyes alight with emotion.
She turned toward the hugging silhouette, inhaling that cherished aroma.
Xi Xi’s frame eased completely in that moment, an unmatched tranquility flooding her soul, washing away all the strain and fear from her ordeals, with tears pouring without restraint.
"Papa!"
Xi Xi flung her arms around Li Che’s neck.
Li Che softly tapped Xi Xi’s back.
"No more tears, Papa is here."
Next, Li Che directed his sight downward to Ji Moli below, where Death Qi stormed like ocean swells.
Ji Moli gazed upward too.
Their eyes locked.
As though.
Two sovereigns clashing.