As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1687: All Anxiety Swept Away with "Daddy’s Here", 1,000 Li Confrontation—Ji Moli, King vs. King
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Xi Xi slays to safeguard this city, ensuring its residents escape the peril of massacre.
She battles alongside Yun E and Zhou Peng as well.
This conviction drives her.
In the shattered ruins, the nine-toothed nail rake impaled Zhou Chiguo to the earth, his form torn asunder, crimson spilling across the soil.
The savage features on Zhou Chiguo’s face dissolved, reverting to a mortal visage, as he sprawled there, staring blankly at the heavens one final time.
He understood death was upon him.
In life's closing instants, Zhou Chiguo grew serene, likely because the Ji Moli bloodline, exhausted in combat, had burned away completely.
Freed from that bloodline's sway, clarity returned to Zhou Chiguo.
Tears streamed endlessly from Zhou Chiguo’s eyes; power had blinded him, reducing him to its mere thrall.
He had yearned once to avenge his master's wrongs, to fell the wicked dragons.
Yet ultimately, the dragon-slayer youth transformed into a dragon of evil...
At last, liberation arrived.
"Master... Zhou Daoyuan, I’m sorry."
Zhou Chiguo, formerly Zhou Daoyuan, gradually shut his eyes, visions surfacing of his training days under Nan Lihuo’s guidance.
His aptitude shone brightly; had it faltered, death might have claimed him ages ago, sparing capture by Ji Moli, the purging of his bloodline, and his remaking as Ji Moli’s follower.
Xi Xi cast a chilly glance at Zhou Chiguo.
Her eyes held scant sentiment.
For this elder brother Zhou Daoyuan, Xi Xi felt scant attachment.
Buzzing——
Yun E and Zhou Peng descended next to Xi Xi, the divinity within Yun E now faint to the extreme, her form etched with tiny fissures, resembling a mound of fine sand grains.
This toll came from her flesh enduring the divine power's invasion beyond its limits.
"Xi Xi... Sister has to leave."
Yun E and Zhou Peng regarded Xi Xi, their gazes soft beyond measure.
"The path forward stretches endlessly, so you need to dodge perils wisely, not charge into every fray with blazing valor, but choose your battles carefully, avoiding needless risks..."
Yun E stroked Xi Xi’s head, imparting her final lessons.
Tears welled in Xi Xi’s stoic eyes, spilling forth uncontrollably.
Yun E knelt down in front of Xi Xi, offering many words of guidance and comfort.
Xi Xi’s tears flowed even freer.
Parting from Yun E tore at her heart.
Rumbling——!!!
All at once.
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 dread aura, thick as congealed air, erupted savagely from the Death Qi maelstrom, surging like waves over vast expanses.
Above in the firmament, dark clouds gathered tumultuously.
The Heaven and Earth intent churned wildly, as if the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations disaster brewed fiercely!
Yun E and Zhou Peng’s faces tightened.
"Ji Moli!"
"Xi Xi, flee now!"
Yun E and Zhou Peng summoned their dwindling divinity, releasing the final glow of Temple God to quell the Death Qi maelstrom.
But——
Ji Moli’s immense, sturdy silhouette emerged.
A fearsome pressure blasted out, akin to myriad dragons bellowing together.
Yun E and Zhou Peng’s forms hurtled backward, their Temple God essence all but spent.
They stood no chance against Ji Moli’s peak might in this onslaught.
Rumbling——
The boundless Death Qi maelstrom twisted violently.
Ji Moli advanced steadily, his armor rattling, eyes flashing with icy gleam.
His stare flicked over the fallen Zhou Chiguo, then to Zhou Peng and Yun E, before settling once more...
On Xi Xi.
A wild, manic grin twisted Ji Moli’s lips.
"Ah... so it’s you, little one."
Ji Moli gripped the umbrella gun in his five fingers.
He took a deliberate step, unleashing vast Death Qi that spread like a surging flood from Strange Que’s enigmatic mists, cracking space in a heartbeat under the strain.
Ji Moli materialized at Xi Xi’s side, his clawed fingers reaching for the stunned girl, who could barely stir.
However.
The strike fell short.
Ji Moli’s eyes slitted.
Xi Xi had vanished.
He raised his head slowly.
Gazing toward the sky ten zhang aloft.
The golden lotus embroidery on Mo Shan shimmered brilliantly.
A tender father cradled his daughter, as though holding the whole world close.
"Papa..."
Xi Xi’s Forehead Prison Lotus Divine Pattern quivered, her eyes alight with emotion.
She turned to the holding figure, inhaling that cherished aroma.
Xi Xi’s tension melted away at once, an unmatched tranquility flooding her soul, washing out all the strain and fear from her ordeals, with tears pouring freely.
"Papa!"
Xi Xi flung her arms around Li Che’s neck.
Li Che softly patted Xi Xi’s back.
"Don’t cry, Papa’s here."
Next, Li Che directed his gaze downward to Ji Moli below, where Death Qi raged like stormy seas.
Ji Moli peered upward as well.
Their eyes locked.
As though.
King clashing with king.