As a Father, I Just Want to Watch You Achieve Immortality Chapter 1693: Six Desire Corpse Gods and Three Heavenly Kings Merge as One, Today the Heart Demon Chaos King is Slain

Rumble——

In the heart of Mo City, frightening waves of power kept bursting forth, as massive waves of death aura billowed outward relentlessly!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——

With destruction mounting rapidly across Mo City, black raindrops falling from the sky above multiplied steadily, becoming ever more formidable and thunderous!

Inside them lay forces designed to mend the city's damages and quench the surging death energies!

Dust swirled wildly everywhere!

Fearsome howls resounded without end, resembling fiends emerging from the underworld's abyss, grotesque and malformed, brimming with killing intent and ruin. These dreadful omens turned all of Mo City into a whirlwind of utter devastation.

Rumble!

Scorching currents churned without pause, thick and chaotic, the black rain vaporized into a thick shroud of dark fog that twisted ceaselessly, until a sudden blast of booming qi-blood tore it apart.

A gigantic fiery cauldron loomed across the heavens above Mo City, akin to a colossal sun hanging overhead, emitting fierce blazing warmth.

Blinding radiance and intense heat poured forth nonstop.

Mighty surges of qi-blood expanded outward, scattering in patterns like the swirling dark fog's dense layers.

The winds reversed with a fierce howl, and in an instant, the dark fog unveiled the silhouette of the Underworld Yama.

White Netherworld Tribulation Fire enveloped Zhao Beidou, his young features marked by white locks showing a mix of intricate feelings.

Meanwhile, the vastly altered Old Dragon God, now in the form of the Sea Flipping Nine Infants, towered enormously, its nine serpentine heads thrashing madly, leathery wings unfurled broadly, as if tearing at the void itself.

The trio floated suspended in the air.

At the forefront stood the Underworld Yama, arms folded, his frame brimming with boundless bursting might.

A mask of black and white concealed his visage; following the Ascending the Tower, his lengthy hair had lengthened down to his knees, coiling like a flowing mantle.

Complex feelings swirled in Li Che’s eyes.

Including a trace of bewilderment.

Indeed, Ji Moli had imposed immense, mountain-crushing strain on him and his kin.

Such strain had only arisen back in Fei Lei City, amid the peril posed by the Spirit Infant Sect to Li Che’s household.

With Xi Xi freshly brought into the world, confronting the unchecked Spirit Infant Sect dominating Fei Lei City, Li Che back then had barely begun his martial arts training, far from grasping any divinity—it was truly a case of... walking a razor’s edge with every move.

This led the present-day Li Che to instinctively walk that razor’s edge, opting for the safest route possible.

Hence, against a formidable foe like Ji Moli, Li Che selected the steadiest approach.

He rejected any notion of bidding goodbye to his former self for a grand, equal clash with Ji Moli.

For there was simply no point.

Ji Moli lingered just at the edge of Divine Tribulation, relying on blood rites from countless cities to form the Blood Pool, then siphoning the Blood Soul inside to compel his advance into the Divine Tribulation Realm.

Without Qi Tian City’s unveiling, Ji Moli likely would never have taken such a drastic step.

Still, Li Che regarded this advancement with deep contempt deep inside.

He fell short even of Lv Taibai, who at least braved combat amid the sect’s dire straits, entering secluded cultivation and enduring endless ordeals before finally achieving his breakthrough.

Whereas Ji Moli...

Opted to swallow the Blood Souls from the Blood Pool for his advancement.

One path aimed at safeguarding, the other steeped in massacre...

"Trash."

Not fit to be called Soul Capturing trash.

Li Che drew in a profound breath, releasing a potent gust.

In the end, it coalesced into a pair of words.

Next, Li Che’s eyes shifted to the Death Aura Vortex, from which the six Corpse Gods bellowed and emerged!

Death aura billowed skyward, corpse qi churned fiercely, and the fiercest Six Desires Divinity pulsed amid the surges, crashing like tidal waves through Mo City, intensifying the storm and downpour!

"So, is this your trump card, Ji Moli, to challenge the Underworld?"

...

...

Ji Moli’s form went rigid, a dagger stabbing clean through his chest.

Far too swift, utterly soundless!

Much like with Zhao Beidou—or more precisely, in this Mo City, up against the combined might of the Earthly Hell’s Evil, he genuinely experienced the pounding ache.

That stealthy Art of Teleportation, merging seamlessly with time and space, surpassed Ji Moli’s capacity to react or even conceive.

A conceited individual invariably regains composure following a harsh setback.

Truth be told, Ji Moli had never truly been conceited, yet to seize the chance in the fray as Qi Tian City opened, he decided to push into Divine Tribulation.

His way of attaining Divine Tribulation involved consuming the Blood Souls in the Blood Pool, devouring every last one gathered from the massacres across numerous cities through the years.

He sacrificed his clone’s power of revival to thrust himself into Divine Tribulation.

Yet this advancement brought severe repercussions, manifesting as shifts in his temperament and soul essence—after all, Blood Souls embodied a fusion of myriad soul essences.

As a result, Ji Moli forfeited his poise, turning erratic and overbearing.

At this moment, with the dagger lodged in his heart, a paralyzing chill swiftly overtook his whole being...

The dagger carried poison!

How vile!

Even in the Divine Tribulation Realm, how could one resort to poison still?!

His heart seized sharply; through his sense of Heaven and Earth Soul, it felt as though his blood had darkened...

Successive venomous serpents burst wildly from within him, coiling around his form, intent on ensnaring him entirely.

Splutter——

Ji Moli parted his lips and spewed a massive gush of blood; the dagger yanked free from his heart, crimson spraying forth as copious poisons rampaged unchecked inside him.

His formerly vaunted physique and qi-blood failed utterly to contain these poisons, which surged wildly through his veins, relentlessly corroding his meridians, sinews, and very tissues.