As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1946 - 499: Martial Immortal Li Che’s Identity Shocks the World, Breaking Through 99 Layers of the Killing Array to Massacre Dragon Island...

Witnessing the blooming of flowers on the other shore.

Her breath held captive, she followed intently, observing with unwavering focus, not daring to let a single detail escape her notice.

A profound sense of security filled her heart.

She yearned to absorb her father's profound teachings!

"Kill!!!"

Upon the summit of Stone Mountain, four majestic dragon shadows issued chilling pronouncements.

It was as if the dragons that had dissolved into mist and blood were not their own kin, but mere hollow effigies.

The fragmented remains scattered like wood shavings from a splintered carving.

Li Che, hand in hand with Xi Xi, ascended the mountain with unruffled calm. His golden Qi flowed with escalating might, as intricate formations, ninety-nine in total, woven from ten thousand dragons, bore down in successive layers, inextricably linked…

Each linked by an intrinsic strength, the formations interlocked, presenting an unyielding front.

Should even a single formation withstand their assault, it would utterly overwhelm them, crushing them on the mountain path!

Consequently, Li Che found himself compelled to tirelessly dismantle these formations, one after another, to breach all ninety-nine!

Only then could he reach the apex of Stone Mountain, enabling Xi Xi to extend her hand and claim the Qiankun Ring, shimmering with divine energy.

Li Che unfurled his fingers, and the Three-point double-edged knife settled into his grasp.

Buzz—

Gripping the two-bladed sword in a slanted hold, he unleashed a ferocious swing.

The resultant sword energy seemed to compress all the surrounding mountains and rivers to their absolute limit.

Xi Xi, her small legs perpetually in motion, walked the mountain path without pause, maintaining a steady rhythm.

Yet, there was no haste; her father, even amidst breaking formations and felling dragons, remained mindful of Xi Xi’s steps.

Xi Xi turned her gaze towards her father, his expression as gentle as ever.

There was no trace of aggression; it was as if Li Che never displayed any ferocity in Xi Xi's presence, foregoing the Bull Demon Mask and the Yama Mask...

He was the epitome of a gentle father, even in the throes of battle, unwilling to taint his daughter with negative sentiments.

With tranquil and graceful sword strikes, he severed the oppressive formations descending upon the mountain path!

All impediments on their ascent were cleaved asunder!

A single strike, imbued with immeasurable power and unassailable might!

Rumble—

Under the collective gaze of all onlookers, Ancestor Dragon Island convulsed violently, and the urgent dragon cries reverberated ceaselessly!

Formation after formation activated in rapid succession, swirling across the island like a tempest, emitting crackling sounds, intent on utterly subjugating Stone Mountain where the father and daughter climbed hand in hand, as if on a leisurely stroll.

Stone Mountain began to weep blood, as formations were violently shattered, and the dragons composing them were annihilated, their bodies disintegrating into blood mist, painting the mountain path a vivid crimson.

Despite Stone Mountain’s absence of stairs and its treacherous, uneven stone paths, Li Che and Xi Xi navigated with remarkable ease.

Rumble—

The dragon chants that had filled the Nine Heavens of Ancestor Dragon Island, at this very moment, began to extinguish like dying embers, gradually fading!

Father and daughter ascended directly upwards, the light at the mountain's base receding, leaving behind only an abyss of darkness.

Li Che’s raven-black, robust hair whipped wildly in the wind; he held nothing back, showing no quarter, though his expression remained placid, each movement radiating the formidable aura of a Martial Immortal.

He intended for all to comprehend the power and dread of Mortal Martial Immortals.

He desired every eye to be fixed upon him, diverting attention from Xi Xi.

Together with Xi Xi, Li Che advanced up the mountain, dismantling formation after formation, dragon blood erupting in sprays, transforming Stone Mountain into a scarlet landscape.

Thundering dragon cries echoed, and finally, the formation meticulously crafted by the Dragon God descended.

This Dragon God formation was distinct from all others, and by this point, a staggering ninety of the ninety-nine formations within the Ten Thousand Dragon Killing Formation had been overcome.

The composite figures of father and daughter had already reached the mountain’s midpoint.

At the pinnacle of the mountain.

The Qiankun Ring pulsed with Mystic Thunder, emanating an ethereal luminescence.

Four imposing and formidable Dragon God Venerables stood with quivering forms, their eyes ablaze, bleeding, and gripped by frenzied desperation!

Behind Li Che, the mountain path lay shrouded in abyssal darkness, within which lay countless fallen bodies – the remains of the Four Seas Dragon Clan on Ancestor Dragon Island...

This gruesome tableau, concealed by the darkness, was rendered invisible to Xi Xi, even if she were to glance back.

Li Che, unmasked, maintained his unwavering tenderness towards his daughter, unwilling for her to witness such ugliness and horror.

Even in guiding her to confront the world's inherent darkness, he did so with his characteristic gentle demeanor.

A colossal five-clawed dragon shadow materialized, intent on annihilation – this was the formation conjured by the Dragon God, the ninety-first grand formation!

Should he falter but a single time...

If Li Che stumbled even once, the formation would utterly crush him and his daughter, affording them no possibility of escape or even a moment's respite!

Swish—

Li Che’s grasp on Xi Xi’s hand remained firm as the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber vibrated in his grip.

He unleashed another fierce swing, a single, decisive cut.

The formation shattered!

The Ten One Disaster Dragon Gods writhed in excruciating pain, their eyes wide with lingering disbelief. The formation was broken, and despite their desperate resistance against the sword light, none could withstand a single strike.

This was the blow of a Martial Immortal, a strike seemingly blessed by the very will of Heaven and Earth!

A Martial Immortal, a darling of the cosmos!

Destined to gather the martial fortune of the mortal realm, an existence foreordained!

Unstoppable!

Blood continued to pour out, dragon cries echoed in agony as a gargantuan dragon corpse plummeted onto Stone Mountain, its lifeblood cascading down its rocky face.

A profound silence descended upon the world.

Ancestor Dragon Island bled that night.

All eyes bore witness to the mortal Martial Immortal's monumental feat: the slaughter of an entire island.

Effortlessly, peacefully, he had slain ten thousand dragons, their might shattering Ancestor Dragon Island.

Upon the mountain peak.

Wild winds howled, and turbulent currents surged.

The remnants of the shattered formations flickered erratically, like scattering embers, while chaotic streams of divine aura made the mountain peak tremble.

At the summit.

The final formation stood guarded by four imposing Dragon Clan experts.

Their cold, impassive gazes sent a shiver down Li Che's spine.

The Qiankun Ring hovered above them, radiating a soft silver light.

Xi Xi tilted her head, her bright eyes fixated on the Qiankun Ring, as if she could reach out and claim it.

The divine weapon within her, suppressed by Li Che, pulsed with an irresistible aura, like an electric current coursing through her body.

"Li Che..."

A synchronized, hoarse utterance from the four Dragon Clan Venerables.

They were the Four Seas Dragon Venerables, the guardians of Ancestor Dragon Island, embodying the formidable might of the Four Seas Dragon Clan. Each was a powerhouse of the Second Calamity and Third Tribulation Realm, even attempting to condense Tao Divine Patterns, making them akin to half-step Supreme beings!

They fixed their unblinking stares upon Li Che and Xi Xi, their gazes devoid of emotion, harboring only the most potent killing intent.

"The Ten Thousand Dragon Killing Formation… ninety-nine formations… who did it slay? It annihilated the Four Seas Dragon Clan, didn’t it?"

Li Che held Xi Xi’s hand, feeling the little girl’s palms growing clammy with tension.

"The Dragon Clan… truly cold-blooded reptiles,"

Li Che remarked with composure.

"That so-called Ten Thousand Dragon Killing Formation was merely a desperate ploy born of your fear of death. You orchestrated the demise of countless dragons, intending to use the formation to deplete my strength…"

"…thereby granting you a final opportunity to strike against a Martial Immortal fighting against the odds."

The atmosphere atop the mountain grew frigid, sound resonating with imposing grandeur.

"The common dragons of the Four Seas Dragon Clan meant nothing to you…"

"Does greater cultivation breed greater indifference?"

"Compared to you, the Old Dragon God, exiled from Ancestor Dragon Island, surpasses you immeasurably."

Li Che held the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber at an angle, its blade gleaming with divine radiance.

He calmly raised his head, observing the Mystic Thunder Vajra Qiankun Ring as it gradually became stained with blood…

He exhaled softly.

"Or are you plotting something nefarious once more?"