“In that instant, everyone present went rigid, pain etched across their faces.
The members of the Jiyue Pavilion Divine Clan turned deathly pale.
It was the first time they had felt such agony, and their psychological defenses collapsed in an instant.
By contrast, the Wuzhong Mountain Divine Clan wore faces flushed red!
Having already experienced this once before, they knew exactly what was happening and weren’t nearly as panicked.
Yet that only meant their humiliation was twice as great.
An Dongcheng was nothing if not ruthless. Since matters had come to this point, he simply stopped holding back.
If it hurt, let it hurt!
He channeled all of his grief and rage into one furious roar:
“I’ll fight you to the death!”
With that single cry, he ignited the battle fervor of every member of the Wuzhong Mountain Divine Clan.
As the saying went, an embattled army was bound to prevail—and the Jiyue Pavilion Divine Clan’s first taste of this pain left them at a distinct disadvantage.
Of course, what made it even more unbearable was that this discomfort only doubled with every passing moment!
Those damn Wuzhong Mountain bastards!
If they’d just let us clear them, fine—but they had to hurt us nearly as much as they hurt themselves!
They clung to us and wouldn’t let us finish them off. Do they even know how miserable this is?
Especially Liu Ying—when has this veteran warrior ever suffered like this before?
Furious, he bellowed, “An Dongcheng, you shameless Wuzhong Mountain scoundrels! Since when did you learn such foul dark arts? Withdraw immediately and give me five breaths’ time, then we’ll clash for three hundred more rounds!”
“Give you time?” An Dongcheng seethed. “I’ll give you nothing! This is your own divine art you’re crying about—stop playing the victim!”
He thundered back in anger, his assault growing ever more ferocious.
This enraged Liu Ying further.
“By the heavens and earth!” he hissed. “What lowly divine art is this? How could I ever learn such filth? It’s pure slander!”
No matter how he protested, An Dongcheng and the others refused to believe him—and it made Liu Ying sick to his stomach.
Amidst the clash of the two divine alliances, Ye Yu had long since concealed himself in the shadows, harvesting the surging negative emotion points.
Click what a haul this time!
The negative emotions poured in endlessly—a truly exhilarating feeling.
Of course, Ye Yu had no intention of remaining idle forever.
Now and then he silently unleashed his Wind of Resentment to aid whichever side was faltering below.
His goal was simple: mutual annihilation.
After all, a hastily improvised script couldn’t withstand serious scrutiny.
It would be best if every last member of the Wuzhong Mountain Divine Clan perished—only then would he be safe.
The Jiyue Pavilion Divine Clan led by Liu Ying was formidable, but they were outnumbered by Wuzhong Mountain’s forces. Coupled with the Rage Emotion buff and Ye Yu’s covert assistance, the battle truly descended into mutual destruction.
In the end, only Liu Ying remained with a single breath to live—and in his grievously wounded state, he could not survive long.
This was the price An Dongcheng paid with his own life.
Summoning all his remaining strength, Liu Ying raised his right hand and withdrew a healing pill from his storage ring, desperate to mend his wounds.
Before he could put it to his lips, a figure suddenly appeared and snatched it away.
“You’re dying anyway, don’t waste it,” the interloper said.
It was Ye Yu.
He then followed with a swift kick, sending Liu Ying to his final rest.
Silence fell over the heavens and earth.
Ye Yu flexed his wrist, ready to collect the storage rings from the fallen divine clansmen.
After all, these were warriors of the Divine Alliance—no doubt their possessions would be considerable.
He never expected that, in such a death-do-us-part scenario, he would emerge unscathed.
Luck truly favored him this time.
The moment Ye Yu lifted Liu Ying’s storage ring, an enormous oppressive aura descended upon him.
He staggered back, cautiously surveying his surroundings.
A Daoist elder, bearing the ethereal bearing of an immortal and radiating anger, descended from the sky.
“730 million!” Ye Yu read, stunned.
Negative Emotion: Hatred!
That figure shattered his personal record for the highest single-person contribution of negative emotion.
From such overwhelming malice, he could tell this elder far surpassed any divine clansman he had previously encountered.
What a ruthless opponent!
This was Tang Jiansheng, Elder of Jiyue Pavilion and Snow Scar’s master.
Tang Jiansheng did not speak immediately. Instead, he cast a Retained Image Stone into the air.
Within its projection, Ye Yu’s shadow stood clearly inside the dojo—right beneath its name plaque!
Damn it! Who in their right mind places a Retained Image Stone there?
Snow Scar really was careless.
“You killed my disciple,” Tang Jiansheng’s voice dripped with icy contempt. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
In ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) other circumstances, Ye Yu would have prepared for a noble death. But after his recent success, he decided to struggle once more.
“If I told you someone framed me, would you believe it?” he asked earnestly, locking eyes with Tang Jiansheng.
At the same time, he checked his accumulated negative emotion points—1.37 billion!
Ye Yu was ready to go all in.
Tang Jiansheng narrowed his eyes, his fury rising anew.
He had not expected Ye Yu to utter such an implausible claim.
“Do you take me for a child?” Tang Jiansheng said coldly. “I am Tang Jiansheng, Snow Scar’s master. Prepare to die!”
Ye Yu exhaled slowly.
It seemed he could not sway this elder. Very well—he had no choice but to gamble everything.
He unleashed all his amassed negative emotion in one last desperate attack.
Perhaps due to his own elevated realm, even 1.37 billion points only elevated him to the late Celestial God Stage—one rank only.
He could not go any higher!
But a do-or-die gambit was still worth a try.
After all, the Falling Water Three Thousand Feet technique, though not terribly damaging, carried immense humiliation and could psychologically devastate one’s foe.
Ye Yu wielded it with growing confidence, eager to see how much negative emotion it would provoke in Tang Jiansheng.
He unleashed Falling Water Three Thousand Feet again.
Immediately, Tang Jiansheng’s form glittered with starlight, his expression utterly serene.
Before such absolute power, Ye Yu’s divine path skill might as well have been mere mortal sorcery—utterly ineffective!
Tang Jiansheng took a single step forward.
The surroundings shifted in an instant.
Ye Yu’s eyes widened as he found himself standing among the stars.
