As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1557 - 414: Martial Dao Will Ascends the 10,000-Zhang Mountain, Pure Martial 100% Forges Martial Immortal Golden Body [Monthly Ticket Request]...
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Hidden behind the black and white Yama mask, Li Che’s eyes blazed with a golden radiance that contrasted sharply with his grim aura.
"What is so amusing?"
"You have been gravely wounded..."
His deep voice resonated through the fractured space.
Zhao Beidou’s laughter died in his throat instantly.
Li Che paid him no further mind, his fingers tightening as he gripped the Thunder Chess Piece within his palm.
In truth, given his current martial arts realm, triggering the Eighth Strange Gate Immortal Seed pushed him to his absolute limit.
The Dominator Avatar had already absorbed the backlash from detonating his Eight Extraordinary Meridians on his behalf.
Li Che still possessed two Dominator Avatars, but...
Attempting to execute the Qilin Dance through another detonation would be an immense struggle.
Without the power gathered from detonating all eight Qimen Divine Seeds, Li Che lacked the certainty required to slay a Divine Tribulation expert.
Nevertheless, Li Che felt no need to rush.
Just as he had pointed out, Zhao Beidou was severely injured!
Opportunities to finish Zhao Beidou would only increase; killing him would become simpler over time.
Ultimately, it was a race: would Zhao Beidou’s wounds heal first, or would his Mo City recover its strength sooner?
Clenching the Thunder Chess Piece, his entire figure vanished as he teleported away.
BOOM——!!!
The gates of Mo City slammed shut with a thunderous roar, leaving the city walls spider-webbed with countless thin fractures.
Swirling currents of ink-black Qi churned and surged violently.
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...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh——!
The night grew oppressively dark as a fierce, howling wind tore through the air!
In the dead of winter, snowflakes as large as goose feathers began to fall, drifting down from leaden clouds that mirrored the midnight sky, swirling in a chaotic dance.
The Imperial Court’s encampment was a scene of total disorder; the sound of clashing armor filled the air while flames licked the sky.
At the site of the primary tent, a massive crater had formed, leaving the structure in complete ruins...
Multiple powerful figures from the Imperial Court stood surrounding the wreckage.
Xie Yushen sat upon a chair, his complexion as white as parchment. Wrapped tightly in a thick mantle, he appeared remarkably frail.
Gu Qianchi stood nearby with his hands behind his back, his brow furrowed as sword qi circled him like a prowling Jiao Long.
Suddenly, his focus sharpened!
Lifting his gaze toward the heavy, stacked clouds, he saw black mists churning as numerous azure peaks abruptly manifested within the sky.
High above the firmament, a great calamity was taking shape!
Thunderous peals echoed without end!
"He has returned!"
Gu Qianchi’s tension eased slightly, and he let out a soft breath as he spoke.
Only a Divine Tribulation Great Cultivator could stir such an aura of impending calamity.
Normally, such a master would suppress their cultivation and hide their aura to remain in the mortal realm longer without being targeted by the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations.
A heavy, majestic pressure suddenly descended, weighing down on everyone’s spirit and filling them with a sense of dread.
Every eye turned upward.
A pitch-black city gate materialized in mid-air, dark as dripping ink.
The portal swung open, and a figure was tossed out like a discarded rag before the gateway vanished with a resounding boom.
That falling figure was drenched in a thick scent of blood, surrounded by the terrifying aura of calamity!
It was Zhao Beidou!
Gu Qianchi’s eyes locked onto him, his own sword qi vibrating with agitation.
His pupils shrank in shock!
How could this be?!
Zhao Beidou was a Great Cultivator of the Divine Tribulation Realm, yet he lacked any of the poise or grace expected of such a master.
He was covered in gore and riddled with wounds. His chest had been blasted open by a savage force, leaving a gaping hole where blood flowed incessantly.
It was a gruesome, horrifying sight!
Behind him, the Disaster Wheel flickered into existence, marred by a jagged crack that leaked the aura of tribulation fire.
He had even been forced to deploy his Disaster Wheel!
Yet, despite the protection of the Disaster Wheel, Zhao Beidou had still suffered these catastrophic injuries!
With his chest torn open and his internal organs shattered and fractured, he was only clinging to life by using his Dao Yun to hold his broken body together. Had he not, he would have perished long ago!
The spectators were paralyzed with disbelief!
Even Xie Yushen, the State Preceptor who had secretly mastered Soul Capturing, could not suppress the shock in his heart.
Was the Lord truly this powerful?!
Could he actually bring a Divine Tribulation Great Cultivator so close to the brink of death?
If Xie Yushen was this stunned, the rest of the Imperial Court members were utterly speechless.
A heavy silence fell over the camp, broken only by the soft sound of the falling snow.
Buzz——
Gu Qianchi recovered first. He blurred across the distance to Zhao Beidou’s side, placing a hand on his back. He channeled his Dao Yun to help stabilize the other man’s chaotic energy and keep his injuries from worsening.
"My thanks... Brother Qianchi..."
Zhao Beidou’s face was ghostly pale; his youthful features seemed to have aged decades in an instant.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
He coughed up blood, his eyes flickering with a mixture of terror and shame.
To be seen in such a pathetic state by so many was a devastating blow to the pride of a Divine Tribulation Great Cultivator.
While such a state might be understandable in the perilous depths of the Inner Mysterious Que, showing such weakness in the mortal world—before cultivators who shouldn't even be able to stand in his presence—filled him with fury.
Zhao Beidou spoke with a heavy, somber tone.
Gu Qianchi’s gaunt face remained grim: "Brother Beidou, what happened? Just what did you encounter?"