As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1687 - 441: All Anxiety Swept Away with "Daddy’s Here", 1,000 Li Confrontation—Ji Moli, King vs. King [Monthly Ticket Requested]
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Xi Xi strikes down her foes to safeguard this city, ensuring its residents escape the looming threat of total annihilation.
She does this as well to stand shoulder-to-shoulder in battle with Yun E and Zhou Peng.
This stands as her unyielding conviction.
Within the shattered remnants, Zhou Chiguo lay pinned to the earth by the nine-toothed nail rake, his form cleaved apart, crimson spilling across the soil.
The savage visage of Zhou Chiguo softened, reverting to a mortal's look, as he sprawled on the ground, staring blankly at the heavens one last time.
He understood death was upon him.
In his final breaths, Zhou Chiguo found an eerie calm, maybe because the bloodline tied to Ji Moli, drained in the fight, had burned away completely.
Freed from that bloodline's sway, Zhou Chiguo reclaimed his sharp mind.
Tears streamed endlessly from Zhou Chiguo's eyes; he had been consumed by ambition, reduced to a mere puppet of that very might.
He once yearned to avenge his master's wrongs, to cut down the wicked beasts.
Yet ultimately, the young warrior who hunted dragons transformed into the monster himself...
At last, liberation arrived.
"Master... Zhou Daoyuan, I’m sorry."
Zhou Chiguo, formerly known as Zhou Daoyuan, gradually shut his eyes, visions flooding his thoughts of training beneath Nan Lihuo's guidance.
His aptitude shone brightly; had it been lacking, he would have perished ages ago, never seized by Ji Moli, never stripped of his lineage, never molded into Ji Moli’s follower.
Xi Xi cast a chilly glance toward Zhou Chiguo.
Her expression revealed scant sentiment.
For this elder brother Zhou Daoyuan, Xi Xi harbored few emotions.
Buzzing——
Yun E and Zhou Peng descended next to Xi Xi; the divine essence within Yun E had dwindled to near nothing, her form etched with tiny fissures, resembling a mound of fragile dust particles.
This marked the toll her flesh endured from the divine force's relentless invasion.
"Xi Xi... Sister has to leave."
Yun E and Zhou Peng regarded Xi Xi with eyes full of tender warmth.
"The path forward stretches endlessly, so you need to master dodging perils, not charge into every fray with blazing valor, but wisely select your battles, avoiding needless risks..."
Yun E stroked Xi Xi’s hair, imparting her final lessons.
Even in Xi Xi’s stoic gaze, tears welled up, impossible to hold back.
Yun E knelt down in front of Xi Xi, sharing many words with her, offering deep 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 swelled.
It twisted into a massive swirling vortex of Death Qi.
"Leave?"
"You slay me and think you can just depart..."
A cold voice reverberated through the air.
Then, a dread aura, thick as iron, erupted wildly from that Death Qi vortex, surging like waves crashing over vast fields.
High in the firmament, dark clouds gathered in turmoil.
The Heaven and Earth's intent churned violently, as if the horrors of the Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations were gathering strength!
Yun E and Zhou Peng’s faces tightened.
"Ji Moli!"
"Xi Xi, flee now!"
Yun E and Zhou Peng summoned their fading divinity, releasing the final glow of the Temple God to hold back the Death Qi vortex.
But——
Ji Moli’s immense, imposing figure emerged.
A fearsome pressure exploded outward, akin to myriad dragons bellowing together.
Yun E and Zhou Peng were hurled through the air, their Temple God essence all but spent.
They stood no chance against Ji Moli’s supreme might in this moment.
Rumbling——
The boundless Death Qi vortex spun wildly.
Ji Moli advanced steadily, his armor rattling, eyes flashing with icy gleam.
His sight passed over the fallen Zhou Chiguo, then fixed on Zhou Peng and Yun E, before drifting once more...
To Xi Xi.
Ji Moli’s mouth twisted into a wild, manic grin.
"Oh... it’s you, little girl."
Ji Moli gripped the umbrella gun tightly with his five digits.
He took a deliberate step, unleashing a vast wave of Death Qi that spread like a surging flood from Strange Que’s eerie mists, cracking the very void in a flash.
Ji Moli materialized right by Xi Xi, his clawed fingers lunging toward the stunned girl, who could barely budge.
However.
This strike fell short.
Ji Moli’s eyes sharpened.
Xi Xi had disappeared.
He raised his head slowly.
Gazing up to the sky thirty meters above.
The golden lotus embroidery on Mo Shan billowed vividly.
A caring father cradled his child, as though holding the whole universe close.
"Papa..."
Xi Xi’s Forehead Prison Lotus Divine Pattern quivered, her eyes lighting with emotion.
She turned toward the holding silhouette, inhaling that cherished aroma.
Xi Xi’s frame eased at once, a profound serenity washing over her soul, erasing every strain and fear from her ordeals, with tears cascading without end.
"Papa!"
Xi Xi flung her arms around Li Che’s neck.
Li Che softly tapped Xi Xi’s back.
"Don’t cry, Papa’s here."
Next, Li Che directed his view downward to Ji Moli beneath, where Death Qi stormed like ocean swells.
Ji Moli peered upward too.
Their stares locked.
As though.
Monarch clashing with monarch.