Ye Yu couldn’t help but open his eyes wide.
In this dreamscape, he had only once called for aid before.
And the only one who knew about it was the late Taishi Xiaxin.
How could this Daoist Yancheng know everything?
Yancheng Daoist raised his wooden sword before him, the corners of his mouth lifting in an amused smile.
To be honest, he really enjoyed this look of shock!
This feeling of controlling everything was truly intoxicating!
Although it felt strange, now that he had become the Divine Pact Master of Wuzhong Mountain, some things simply had to be said: the Evil God must die!
After declaring this, Yancheng Daoist suddenly released his right hand, and the wooden sword transformed into a streak of light and shot forward.
Wherever it passed, everything was cleaved in two.
Auspicious clouds, the divine mountain, even the very space itself seemed rent apart.
Little White tried to dodge, but found itself completely locked by the sword’s aura, unable to escape!
It immediately shifted into its true form, intent on smashing the wooden sword with a paw.
But the sword seemed imbued with divine power; its blade alone instantly melted Little White’s right paw.
Unrelenting, it then beheaded Little White in an instant!
It all happened so fast!
By /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ the time Ye Yu tried to intervene, it was already too late.
Little White lay in a gruesome state.
Yet Ye Yu felt no great sorrow; instead, he began to condense divine power, observing Yancheng Daoist ahead while probing the surrounding array formation with his divine sense, hoping to see if it could be dismantled!
Judging from that strike alone, this man was far stronger than the flesh-and-blood Evil God Shen Kangren.
Peak Ancient God Realm? No—he was very likely the legendary Divine Lord Realm.
Damn it, that bastard Taishi Xiaxin just had to be restless even in death. And he left behind such a powerful senior brother.
If only he had taken Yu Buxia away and wiped them out completely back then.
If he could have balanced their strengths with the Fate Scales.
Who could say who would win?
But in this world, there was never an “if.”
So now there was nothing to do but fight to the death!
At that moment, countless blood qi surged from Little White’s wound, and a new head instantly grew back!
It shook its new head and said in great displeasure, “You dog bastard, you almost smothered your old man!”
Hearing this familiar “greeting,” Yancheng Daoist laughed instead of frowning.
“The Path of Flesh and Blood is indeed impressive—even decapitation can’t stop you. I’m curious: what does it take to kill you? Grinding you to dust? That shouldn’t be too hard!”
“Try if you dare. But before that, let me get ready!”
Little White beat its ten wings and, without looking back, said to Ye Yu, “Big Brother, you go first. I’ll handle him. Go find Yu Buxia and Sister-in-law for help. Don’t worry—I’ve got this!”
“You’ve got it?” Ye Yu thought. This guy can’t survive once the real battle starts, no matter how strong his regeneration is. He’s nowhere near Shen Kangren’s level.
Last time against Shen Kangren, Little White stood his ground. There’s no way he’ll run now when facing an even stronger enemy!
Ye Yu exhaled and pressed a hand over Little White’s gaping wound.
“Enough stalling. Let’s both give it our all. Success or failure is up to fate.”
He didn’t transmit this thought—he said it aloud, decisively.
Yancheng Daoist’s interest was immediately piqued.
“Fine, fine. You two want to spar? Should I lower my realm?”
With that, he cast a divine art, and a torrent of godly power burst from him, then gradually subsided.
It stopped only when he reached the early Celestial God Realm.
“There—don’t say I’m bullying you! Now I’m on par with you, Ye Yu, and a whole realm above this beast. Let’s see some excitement. Those divine artifacts of yours are fair game—I don’t mind!” Yancheng Daoist said, smiling broadly.
The wooden sword hovered before him, drifting slowly.
As he lifted his hand to grasp the hilt, spectral yellow talismans bloomed around him, shooting into the clouds.
No need for words—that was quite the show!
That wooden sword was definitely a treasure. If he could seize it, he’d be set for life!
Ye Yu calmed his mind and drew from his storage ring the Hand Crossbow “Evil God’s End,” its single black feathered bolt glinting with bloodlust.
After defeating Taishi Xiaxin, the first thing Ye Yu had done was ask Yu Buxia to erase the mark from the Heavenly Punishment Arrow, then fuse it with Evil God’s End.
He had thus obtained the strengthened version of Evil God’s End!
When Evil God’s End and Heavenly Punishment Arrow fused, damage to an Evil God was not simply one plus one equals two, but one plus one equals five!
Whenever Ye Yu targeted an Evil God, its power would increase by fifty percent!
So upon drawing the strengthened Evil God’s End, his first aim was not at Yancheng Daoist but at Little White.
Little White remained motionless, clearly used to this.
The next moment, the arrow recognized the evil aura and flared with blinding radiance.
Its brightness was unbearable to behold.
Then Ye Yu flicked his wrist, and with the launch of the first Heavenly Punishment Arrow, a rain of three thousand bolts followed.
Yancheng Daoist intended to cleave them all with his sword, but he had underestimated the strengthened Evil God’s End!
Ka!
When the Heavenly Punishment Arrow struck the wooden sword, a crisp sound rang out.
Though the arrow was split, countless more bolts followed in its wake.
Yancheng Daoist suddenly planted his sword before him, and a layer of blue light shielded him, deflecting the endless arrows!
He thought he would weather the storm.
But just before the final bolt of Evil God’s End arrived, his shield shattered.
Though Yancheng Daoist reacted swiftly and dodged, he couldn’t avoid a deep gash across his face.
Blood trickled down.
The playful glint in his eyes finally faded.
He straightened slowly, about to speak, when he suddenly realized his body was completely beyond his control.
