As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1550 - 412: Yun Shen Returns, Qi Fortune Belongs to the Underworld—King Yan’s Great Sun Punch Battles the War God Tribulation [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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Xie Yushen felt a deep, biting resentment; he loathed the fact that he hadn't achieved the Soul Capturing stage sooner!
To advance his cultivation and secure a position of nobility, he had sacrificed far too much over the decades...
Rising from the vulnerability of a common child to the prestigious height of a National Master, his journey in that cloth robe was paved with immense loss.
Hailing from a poor family of commoners, he yearned to gaze upon the world from the highest peaks...
To do so, one had to pay a price far steeper than that of the noble heirs or the favored Chulongs of heaven!
He had endured endless degradation, swallowing every insult and mockery thrown his way. To him, verbal abuse was trivial.
As a teenager, desperate to join the Divine Sect and pleading for a single chance at cultivation, he even submitted to the ultimate shame of crawling beneath another man’s legs!
Yet, despite his efforts, he was cast aside, his name forever etched upon a pillar of disgrace.
Now, however, he finally realized that the heavens and earth offered a different vantage point!
Xie Yushen would never forget the arrogant Divine Sect. They likely had no memory of the insignificant boy who was once mortally insulted by their second-generation disciples.
Though he laughed, a sudden wave of melancholy washed over him.
His eyes scanned the area, settling on a patch of ground where no remnants of blood or bone remained.
That was the exact location where Guard Ning An had been obliterated.
It was truly a pity.
He had been a faithful protector.
Xie Yushen was aware that his lord possessed the power to resurrect Ning An, but he dared not mention it, nor was it his place to do so.
In this conflict, Ning An’s death was a necessity.
Had the guard survived, it would have been a glaring inconsistency in their story.
Xie Yushen had only endured by tapping into two portions of the Great Vista’s national fortune; by utilizing the strength of the Luck Golden Lotus, he managed to survive the onslaught of the Underworld Yama, a half-step Martial God.
But Ning An was different.
How could a simple Great Grandmaster possibly survive such a clash?
“Goodbye...” Xie Yushen murmured softly.
In the next breath, he struck his own chest with his palm.
Phoo—
A spray of golden blood erupted, staining the corner of his lips.
Woosh woosh woosh——
The winds of the world surged, shredding the dust and smoke of the ruins like tattered silk.
Debris and earth rolled across the ground without end.
From the high heavens, sharp gazes began to descend upon the scene.
Standing atop the Luck Golden Lotus, Xie Yushen bore a shimmering divine seal on his forehead. A pillar of golden Qi fortune fell from the sky, bathing him in the will of the heavens.
His cloth robes fluttered violently behind him as he lifted his chin with pride.
It was as if he were declaring to the entire Qianyuan Dao City:
I, this old man, held my own against the Yan Wang!
This old one still lives!
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Woosh woosh woosh——
The gale howled with ferocity, acting like a massive blade cutting through the suspended dust!
High above the clouds, Gu Qianchi and the God Hunter Killer, Fang Hanshu, remained in a tense standoff. Their eyes narrowed simultaneously as their Heaven and Earth Dao Souls swept across the clearing mist.
The image of the survivor was mirrored in their pupils!
“He isn’t dead?!”
“So it seems...”
“A failure, then...”
Hidden behind his Star Vortex Mask, Fang Hanshu let out a soft sigh. He looked down at Xie Yushen, who stood with his hands clasped behind his back and a defiant, wild grin on his face.
A hint of disappointment flickered in Fang Hanshu’s eyes.
The mission was indeed a failure.
The Underworld Yama was formidable, but sadly, he had not yet reached the God Realm.
Without the power of the God Realm, slaying Xie Yushen while he was protected by the Luck Golden Lotus was an impossible task.
Xie Yushen was essentially invincible against anyone below the God Realm. It was impressive enough that he hadn't managed to kill the Underworld Yama; for the Yama to wound Xie Yushen and retreat safely was a testament to the Underworld's power.
“The hit failed... I suppose it is time for me to depart as well.”
With a quiet sigh, Fang Hanshu’s robes snapped as he threw himself backward, the force of his movement shattering the space behind him.
Gu Qianchi’s eyes sharpened as he clenched his fist, sending a surge of whistling Sword Qi toward his opponent.
However, it was merely a half-hearted attempt.
Restraining a Divine Tribulation Cultivator was a grueling task. Unless he was willing to go all out and summon the Disaster Wheel, stopping him was unlikely.
He saw no reason to go that far. The earlier assault on Qianyuan Dao City had been diverted by the Divine Sculpture Half-Saint of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, nearly triggering the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations. Summoning the Disaster Wheel now would risk exposing everything again.
Thus, Gu Qianchi offered only a token resistance.
He watched with cold indifference as the masked God Hunter Killer disappeared into the void.
“Hunting God Pavilion...” Gu Qianchi exhaled slowly.
He turned his attention back to the ruins, watching as the Cloth Robe National Master, Xie Yushen, slowly withdrew the Luck Golden Lotus.
A sense of relief settled over him.
It was fortunate the man had lived.
The Bashu Sword Pavilion had already committed to the Imperial Court’s amnesty. If Xie Yushen, the primary architect of that deal, were to perish, it would have been a disaster for the Sword Pavilion.
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Rumble——!!!
A massive detonation shook the entire city, which was now shrouded in darkness.
Inky clouds gathered miles high in the sky!
Lightning slithered like serpents amidst the roaring thunder.
Rain as dark as ink began to pour, sounding like the sky itself was being torn apart. The deluge fell with violent speed, uncontrolled.
The droplets struck like sharp spears, pounding the ruined earth and the black-tiled roofs with furious intensity, kicking up a misty, dark veil from the impact!
This was the Underworld, Mo City Fengdu!
An overwhelming pressure descended, as if a great dam in the heavens had burst, allowing the celestial waters to flood the world.
Shockwaves and gusts of wind radiated outward with terrifying speed!
A lone figure hovered over Mo City. Below, the ground was fractured with jagged, terrifying chasms, and countless boulders were lifted into the air by an invisible, surging power.