As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1553: 413: Qian Yuan Divine Sect Is Not the Equal Heaven Temple of Old, Eight Gates Open and Gods Dance Their Last in the Human World
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As the air currents spiraled in reverse, a dense mass of black clouds surged upward before violently churning back down.
This atmospheric upheaval made the silhouette of the Underworld Yama look like a demonic deity being hoisted between the heavens and the earth.
Li Che drew a deep breath and exhaled, venting a turbulent blast of air. The black robes he wore had long since shredded, exposing a flawless and powerful physique. A black-and-white mask concealed his features, while his long hair reached down to his knees, whipping behind him like a feral cape.
A burning furnace flickered behind him, and his fists were enveloped in swirls of golden smoke.
Lifting his gaze, Li Che stared intensely at Zhao Beidou.
Meanwhile, Zhao Beidou’s eyes blazed with the brilliance of tribulation fire, yet his soul was gripped by disbelief.
Who was this man? What kind of monstrous background did he possess?!
He was clearly not a Martial God, yet he could endure the lethal strikes of a divine tribulation! He was actually capable of resisting the crushing weight of a Divine Tribulation Cultivator’s Heaven and Earth Soul, even managing to launch a counter-offensive that resulted in a stalemate!
The Disaster Wheel behind Zhao Beidou pulsed and trembled incessantly. Within the confines of this Small Cave Heaven, he was free to exert his maximum power without worrying about the backlash of the Power of Three Disasters and Nine Tribulations.
However, despite unleashing his full strength, he had failed to obliterate the Netherworld Ox Demon and the Underworld Yama as he had intended.
Instead, they had held their ground against him!
“Good! Good! Good!”
Zhao Beidou shouted the word three times. Each exclamation reverberated through the void, growing more majestic and thunderous as it shook the heavens.
How could he, a supreme divine tribulation entity, fail to slay a mere Martial Saint?
Today, he was determined to execute this Underworld Yama and wipe out every villain associated with the Underworld!
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Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The imperial camp was thrown into chaos as fierce winds howled through the ranks.
Commanders rushed forward one after another, their armor clattering as they landed near Xie Yushen. The State Preceptor’s body was currently bathed in a golden hue, making him look as if he were fused with the Will of Heaven and Earth.
Standing atop the Luck Golden Lotus, Xie Yushen radiated an aura of immense grandeur.
“State Preceptor!”
“It is a relief to see the State Preceptor is safe!”
“Those filthy Underworld rebels deserve execution! It is fortunate the State Preceptor is shielded by the National Fortune and graced with Qi Fortune, leaving him untouched by these tribulations!”
The commanders spoke with voices like rolling thunder, their hearts finally settling. They had been drenched in cold sweat; if the leader of this campaign to crush the Sect had been killed, the blame would have fallen squarely on them.
Gu Qianchi, seeing that Xie Yushen was unharmed, allowed a faint smile to cross his gaunt face.
He turned his attention toward the massive mushroom cloud of the explosion, which he had suppressed within a cage of countless Sword Qi. Intense heat still pulsed from within the center of the blast.
This weapon of war was truly frightening.
Had he not been there to intercept it, the weapon would have devastated the army, likely killing or wounding half the imperial forces and shattering their resolve.
He gave a slow shake of his head, now having a true appreciation for the tenacity and strange secrets of the Underworld.
The situation was especially dire now that the Underworld had allied itself with the enigmatic Hunting God Pavilion.
The Hunting God Pavilion was just as obscure and powerful. When the Strange Temple first manifested in the world, the Hunting God Pavilion was already active, perhaps even more secretive than the Underworld itself.
This was because Gu Qianchi knew their true influence lay within the Strange Que.
Inside the Strange Que, which acts as the source for the All Gods Camp, there are always God Hunter Killers from the pavilion hiding in the shadows.
They haunt the Spirit Mountain of [Black Sumeru], the Thirty-Three Heavens of [Dark Heavenly Court], the Ten Thousand Rivers of [Deceit Demon Cave], and the Prison Lake of [Prison Lotus]...
There was no doubt that the Hunting God Pavilion was an ancient and formidable power.
Gu Qianchi felt a deep sense of caution.
As for the Underworld...
Though they had displayed a variety of bizarre and endless tricks, they had yet to reveal the true combat strength of a Divine Tribulation, a Martial God, or the power of the God Realm. Without that, they could not truly terrify Gu Qianchi.
As Gu Qianchi descended, his heart felt lighter. He looked toward Xie Yushen, who was beginning to put away the Luck Golden Lotus, with a look of growing respect.
The Emperor’s trust in Xie Yushen was absolute, even granting him the authority to wield the Dajing Destiny at will.
“Cough, cough, cough...”
As the Luck Golden Lotus was retracted, Xie Yushen’s face turned sickly, and his aura weakened to the point of near-collapse.
“The State Preceptor must prioritize his health. Although the Luck Golden Lotus grants great strength, your physical body is too fragile to sustain its burden. It is draining your Essence, Qi, and Spirit...” Gu Qianchi cautioned.
Xie Yushen breathed heavily, his face grim. “The Underworld is truly formidable. Without the protection of the Qi Fortune, I fear I would be dead today...”
“Their assassination techniques are powerful, yet this old man still holds the advantage.”
Gu Qianchi had to agree; for a mortal to survive such an attack by utilizing the Qi Fortune of Dajing was indeed a remarkable feat.
Ning Caisen, Gu Cheng, and Grandmaster Huang Mei also landed softly nearby.
Huang Mei looked at Xie Yushen, his heart skipping a beat. When their eyes met, they shared a subtle, knowing smile.
One look was all it took—Soul Capturing recognized Soul Capturing! They were allies in the same cause!
“State Preceptor, should we... should we call for a retreat?” a commander asked solemnly, his armor clinking as he saluted with clasped fists.
“Withdraw?”
“If we retreat now, they will believe the Imperial Court is scared of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect. We will remain here and maintain the standoff for several more days...”
“Is the Old Dragon God of the Dragon God Lineage not on his way?”
“Why would we leave? We hold the upper hand!”
“Once the Old Dragon God arrives, we may finally break the Qianyuan Taoist City. If even then we cannot breach their defenses...”
Xie Yushen’s face was as white as a sheet. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. “Then, to preserve the dignity of the court, we shall simply move our forces and target a different Divine Sect instead.”