As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1557: Martial Dao Will Ascends the 10,000-Zhang Mountain, Pure Martial 100% Forges Martial Immortal Golden Body
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Hidden behind the monochrome Yama mask, Li Che’s gaze blazed with a golden light that was simultaneously filled with a profound darkness.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Your injuries are severe..."
A deep, low voice resonated through the fractured space.
Zhao Beidou’s laughter died instantly.
Li Che did not waste any more words on him. His fingers tightened, clutching the Thunder Chess Piece firmly within his palm.
Truthfully, given his current martial arts realm, detonating the Eighth Strange Gate Immortal Seed pushed him to his absolute limit.
The Dominator Avatar had already absorbed a significant portion of the backlash from detonating his Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
While Li Che still possessed two Dominator Avatars, attempting to detonate them and execute the Qilin Dance once more would be an arduous task.
Without the power generated by detonating eight Qimen Divine Seeds, Li Che lacked the certainty required to slay a Divine Tribulation expert.
However, Li Che felt no need to rush.
As he had pointed out, Zhao Beidou was gravely wounded!
The opportunities to eliminate Zhao Beidou would only increase, making the eventual kill much simpler.
In the end, it was a race: would Zhao Beidou’s body mend first, or would his Mo City recover its strength faster?
Gripping the Thunder Chess Piece, his entire form vanished as he teleported away.
BOOM——!!!
With a thunderous roar, the gates of Mo City slammed shut, leaving countless delicate fractures spiderwebbing across the city walls.
Streams of energy as thick and dark as ink churned and surged violently.
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Whoosh whoosh whoosh——!
The night deepened, accompanied by the fierce howling of the freezing wind!
In the biting winter chill, snowflakes large as goose feathers swirled through the air, drifting down from leaden, night-stained clouds in a chaotic, fluttering dance.
The Imperial Court’s encampment was a scene of total disorder. Flames licked the sky, and the sharp clatter of armor filled the air.
At the center, where the main tent once stood, a massive crater had formed, leaving the structure in total ruin.
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 cloak, he appeared frail and exhausted.
Gu Qianchi stood nearby with his hands clasped behind his back, his brow furrowed. Sword Qi swirled around him like a restless Jiao Long.
Suddenly, his focus sharpened!
Looking toward the heavy clouds piled high in the heavens, he saw black masses rolling and churning. Amidst them, the silhouettes of countless azure peaks abruptly manifested.
High above the celestial dome, a calamity was taking shape!
The sky rumbled with ceaseless thunder!
"He has returned!"
Gu Qianchi’s expression softened slightly as he exhaled a breath of relief.
Only a Great Cultivator of the Divine Tribulation Realm could stir such an aura of calamity.
Usually, those at the Divine Tribulation level suppress their Cultivation, avoiding such outbursts of aura so they can remain in the mortal world without being locked onto by the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations.
A heavy, regal pressure suddenly descended, weighing down on everyone’s spirit and filling them with a sense of dread.
Every eye turned upward.
A black city gate manifested out of thin air, dark as dripping ink.
The portal swung open, and a figure was tossed out like a discarded rag. Then, with a resounding bang, the gateway vanished.
The ejected figure reeked of blood, and the air around him was thick with the terrifying scent of tribulation!
It was Zhao Beidou!
Gu Qianchi’s eyes locked onto him, his own Sword Qi trembling with agitation.
His eyes narrowed in disbelief!
How could this be?!
Zhao Beidou was a peerless expert of the Divine Tribulation Realm, yet looking at him now, where was the dignity and poise 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 where blood poured out unceasingly.
The sight was gruesome and shocking!
Behind Zhao Beidou, the Disaster Wheel was visible, though it bore a savage crack that leaked the aura of tribulation fire.
He had actually been forced to use the Disaster Wheel!
Even with its protection, Zhao Beidou had suffered such horrific trauma!
With his chest shattered and much of his flesh vaporized, his internal organs were a web of cracks. He was barely holding together. Had he not used his Dao Yun to forcibly sustain his life, Zhao Beidou might have already died!
The crowd was paralyzed with shock!
Even Xie Yushen, the State Preceptor who had secretly mastered Soul Capturing, could not hide the astonishment in his heart.
Was the Lord truly that powerful?!
Could he really push a Divine Tribulation Great Cultivator to the brink of death?
If even Xie Yushen was this stunned, the others in the Imperial Court were beyond words.
Silence fell over the camp, broken only by the soft sound of falling snow.
Buzz——
Gu Qianchi recovered first. He stepped forward, appearing instantly at Zhao Beidou’s side. He placed a hand on the man's back, channeling his Dao Yun to help stabilize Zhao Beidou’s flickering life force and manage his wounds.
"My thanks, Brother Qianchi..."
Zhao Beidou’s face was ghostly. His once youthful features seemed to have aged decades in an instant.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
He coughed violently, his eyes flashing with a mix of terror and shame.
To be seen in such a pathetic state by so many was a crushing blow to the pride of a Divine Tribulation Great Cultivator.
Had this happened in the treacherous depths of the Inner Mysterious Que, it might have been expected. But to be humiliated like this in the common world, before cultivators who shouldn't even be able to stand in his presence, only intensified his fury.
Zhao Beidou spoke with a heavy voice.
Gu Qianchi’s lean face remained grim: "Brother Beidou, what happened? What could have caused this?"