As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1693 - 443: Six Desire Corpse Gods and Three Heavenly Kings Merge as One, Today the Heart Demon Chaos King is Slain [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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Rumble——
Inside Mo City, frightening waves burst forth without stop, while enormous death energy billowed outward in endless tidal rushes!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——
With destruction spreading further across Mo City, the black raindrops falling from the sky dome multiplied rapidly, becoming ever more formidable and thunderous!
Inside them lay powers designed to mend the city's ruins and quench the raging death energies!
Dust whipped wildly everywhere!
Fearsome howls rang out nonstop, as if fiends were 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 total devastation.
Rumble!
Scorching currents churned without end, thick and chaotic, the black rain vaporized into a heavy black fog that twisted ceaselessly, only to get shattered by booming qi-blood surges.
A gigantic forge loomed across the heavens above Mo City, resembling a massive sun hanging aloft, unleashing fierce blazing warmth.
Blinding radiance and intense heat poured out relentlessly.
Mighty qi-blood waves expanded outward, scattering like the swirling thick black fog.
The winds reversed with a fierce howl, and in a flash, the dark haze revealed the silhouette of the Underworld Yama.
Zhao Beidou stood enveloped in White Netherworld Tribulation Fire, his young features with silver locks showing a mix of intricate feelings.
Across from him, the vastly altered Old Dragon God, now as the Sea Flipping Nine Infants, towered immensely, its nine necks thrashing madly, broad flesh wings unfurled, as though tearing through the void.
The trio floated high in the air.
At the forefront stood the Underworld Yama, arms folded, his form brimming with boundless bursting might.
A mask of black and white concealed his visage; following the Ascending the Tower, his lengthy hair had extended down to his knees, coiling like a mantle.
Complex feelings filled Li Che’s gaze.
Even a trace of bewilderment.
After all, Ji Moli had truly imposed a crushing burden on him and his kin.
Such a weight he had only sensed back in Fei Lei City, when Li Che’s household confronted the menace from the Spirit Infant Sect.
With Xi Xi newly arrived in the world, up against the tyrannical Spirit Infant Sect dominating Fei Lei City, Li Che had barely begun his martial path then, far from divine realms—it was like walking a razor’s edge with every move.
That experience left the present Li Che instinctively cautious, always opting for the safest route.
Hence, against a formidable foe like Ji Moli, Li Che picked the steadiest approach.
He rejected any notion of shedding his old self for a grand clash with Ji Moli.
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 brute-force his way into the Divine Tribulation Realm.
Without Qi Tian City’s awakening, Ji Moli likely wouldn’t have taken such a drastic step.
Still, for this kind of advancement, Li Che felt only contempt deep down.
He fell far short of Lv Taibai, who at least braved combat amid the sect’s peril, entered seclusion, endured endless ordeals, and truly ascended.
Whereas Ji Moli...
Opted to swallow the Blood Souls from the Blood Pool for his breakthrough.
One path for safeguarding, the other through massacre...
"Trash."
Not fit to be even Soul Capturing trash.
Li Che drew in a deep breath, then released a potent gust.
At last, it shaped into those two words.
Next, Li Che’s eyes shifted to that Death Aura Vortex, from which the six Corpse Gods bellowed and emerged!
Death energy skyrocketed, corpse qi surged, and the fiercest Six Desires Divinity roiled amid the swells like stormy seas in Mo City, intensifying the gale and downpour!
"So, is this your trump card, Ji Moli, to challenge the Underworld?"
...
...
Ji Moli’s frame went rigid, a dagger stabbed right through his chest.
Far too swift, utterly soundless!
Much like with Zhao Beidou—or rather, in this Mo City, against the combined might of the Earthly Hell’s Evil, he genuinely sensed the pounding ache.
That stealthy Art of Teleportation, merging seamlessly with time and space, surpassed anything Ji Moli could react to or conceive.
An overinflated ego always settles after a harsh strike.
Truth be told, Ji Moli had never been truly arrogant, yet to seize the chance as Qi Tian City stirred, he pushed for Divine Tribulation breakthrough.
His way into Divine Tribulation involved gulping down the Blood Souls in the Blood Pool, devouring every last one gathered from years of city slaughters.
He sacrificed his clone’s revival power to thrust himself into Divine Tribulation.
But this advancement brought severe drawbacks, altering his emotions and soul essence, since Blood Souls merged myriad spirit essences.
Ji Moli thus forfeited his composure, turning erratic and haughty.
Now, with the dagger lodged in his heart, a numbing chill swiftly overtook his whole form...
The dagger carried poison!
So vile!
Even in the Divine Tribulation Realm, how could one stoop to poisons?!
His heart spasmed fiercely; through Heaven and Earth Soul sense, it felt as if his blood darkened...
Poisonous serpents one by one erupted wildly from his frame, coiling around him, as though aiming to ensnare him fully.
Splutter——
Ji Moli’s mouth parted, spewing a huge gush of blood; the dagger yanked free from his heart, crimson spraying, while toxins rampaged unchecked through his veins.
His formerly mighty physique and qi-blood failed utterly to curb these poisons, which rampaged wildly inside, steadily corroding his meridians, sinews, and very tissues.