Chapter 1247: Chapter 1248: Tianyu, Farewell Forever
Now, Xiao Jiu and Ye Qingcheng are enemies of the world.
Xiao Jiu’s clothes are drenched in blood, with no part clean, completely turning into a figure soaked in blood, with a fierce glare that seemed to come from Hell, extremely terrifying, chilling to the bone.
The blood on him includes his own, and naturally, others’ too. Although Xiao Jiu’s battle strength is inferior to Ye Qingcheng’s by a fraction, it is still extremely frightening. He even has killed many powerful beings at the Eighth Layer of the Immortal King, whereas those around the Sixth Layer are nearly unable to withstand a single blow from him, crushing peers in the same realm directly.
Who else in the Primordial Ancient Realm could exhibit such battle strength?
Not to mention the Primordial Ancient Realm, even across the entire Primordial Continent, likely few could compare.
But of course, it’s no wonder; Xiao Jiu is the rebirth of the Divine Emperor, having delved deeply into Martial Arts, with even Ye Qingcheng consulting him on occasions. So how could his talent be low?
This evening, he intends, along with Ye Qingcheng, to carve a path of blood.
Since the world sees them as nuisances, killing them at whim, why not stand against the entire world?
Meanwhile, after Ye Qingcheng shattered Zhu Chen’s Sword Bell with one strike, she dared not linger, for Duan Hong was already seizing the opportunity to kill her, threatening her life.
Duan Hong, ranked ninth in the Desolate List, has once swept all directions with his Battle Spear Technique, so naturally, Ye Qingcheng dared not ignore him.
The spear emerged, and a cold gleam flashed, with Duan Hong’s Battle Spear sweeping toward Ye Qingcheng with dominating power, seemingly conjuring a Golden Dragon overlooking the world within the storm of destruction.
This Golden Dragon is indeed an evolution of Duan Hong’s Battle Spear Technique, possessing terrifying might, with the purpose of ending Ye Qingcheng’s life with one strike.
Dong~
Ye Qingcheng suddenly stepped forward, extending a hand as if into void, summoning an iceberg to suppress everything. Then, as Ye Qingcheng’s jade hand released, the iceberg descended to crush Duan Hong, who immediately sensed a dominant and unpredictable danger. The spear swiftly redirected toward the iceberg, and with a thunderous boom, the iceberg shattered in the void, ultimately turning into ice fragments falling down.
Ye Qingcheng stepped through the void, her Cold Ice Sword whistling upwards, its Sword Light honing in on Duan Hong’s brow, as swift as lightning.
This strike was incredibly splendid, penetrating everything. At the same time, the Sacred Intent pervaded, pressing toward the void, causing Duan Hong to feel his body weigh down, his speed slowing, his expression turning to shock.
Ye Qingcheng, obviously, would not let go of this opportunity for a guaranteed kill.
Even though Zhu Chen’s sword was attacking her back from behind, she disregarded it, her Cold Ice Sword continuing to whistle, appearing determined to slay the ambushing Duan Hong even at the cost of her life, casting a trace of despair in Duan Hong’s heart.
"You madwoman, do you really care nothing for your life!"
"Why should I care!" Ye Qingcheng’s voice carried a hint of resolute intention. With a puff~ sound, the ninth-ranked Duan Hong on the Desolate List was directly pierced through the brow by Ye Qingcheng’s sword, his life force draining away, his gaze fixated on Ye Qingcheng.
He could not fathom why he would die, why Ye Qingcheng, oblivious to Zhu Chen behind her, still aimed to kill him.
Puff~
The sword struck, yet Ye Qingcheng didn’t even glance at him.
As the ninth on the Desolate List, Duan Hong did not even have the qualification for Ye Qingcheng to look at him.
Ninth on the Desolate List, Duan Hong falls.
Seeing this, many couldn’t help but tremble, as today, numerous Desolate List prodigies emerged to besiege Ye Qingcheng, yet Ye Qingcheng was still alive and had slain several Desolate List prodigies.
Ji Fa, killed by one of her swords,
Liu Cheng, the tenth on the Desolate List, also couldn’t escape a sword from Ye Qingcheng.
Similarly with Duan Hong.
Besides them, several other Desolate List prodigies were also slain by Ye Qingcheng; it was all like a dream. Today they sought to seize Ye Qingcheng’s Sacred Intent Inheritance, but at what cost?
Looking at those fallen prodigies, many people’s hearts were filled with slight dread.
Are Desolate List prodigies truly strong?
Today, here, it seems they are not.
At the moment Ye Qingcheng slew Duan Hong, Zhu Chen’s sword had reached as well. Naturally, Ye Qingcheng would not stay in place to await death, yet it was impossible to completely evade it. Thus, with a slight shift of her frame, the sword aimed at her chest slipped through her left shoulder instead.
Puff~
Ye Qingcheng spat out a mouthful of blood, yet her cold eyes remained alarmingly frosty, even making Zhu Chen’s heart shudder slightly. Immediately after, Ye Qingcheng’s Cold Ice Sword attacked, space power erupted, taking control of space, encompassing Zhu Chen.
Sword Qi rampaged, leaving Zhu Chen shocked.
However, even before Zhu Chen could react, with a whistling sound, his body was torn apart by the Power of Space, death leaving no body behind. His sword remained lodged in Ye Qingcheng’s shoulder, yet he was no more.
Ye Qingcheng gripped the long sword in her left shoulder with her right hand, forcefully yanking it out, eliciting a gasp followed by another spurt of blood.
Such a scene left too many shuddering; who could have thought Ye Qingcheng’s willpower was this terrifying.
At this moment, Ye Qingcheng’s white attire was blood-red, fluttering in the wind, with a killing intent reaching the sky.
Not far off, Xiao Jiu couldn’t free himself to come aid Ye Qingcheng, and was already heavily wounded, barely holding on.
"Has the moment of ultimate exhaustion finally arrived?" Seeing this, the rulers of the various sects revealed a smile; no matter how great the talent, how could it withstand sheer numbers? An era’s prodigy would still fall here.
Though this battle incurred heavy losses, with so many Desolate List prodigies fallen, the prospect of having slain Ye Qingcheng was worthwhile for the seven factions.
The people of the Xiliang Female Kingdom and Moon Viewing Sect watched with a heavy heart, as an unparalleled prodigy like Ye Qingcheng shouldn’t die here. But now, it seemed the end was set, and there would be no miracles.
Or rather, they believed Ye Qingcheng and Xiao Jiu managing to endure until now was already a miracle.
Perhaps, it was because Ye Qingcheng lacked the background, merely someone from the Outer Domain.
However, to everyone here, it was clearly a deadly situation.
Buzz~
At that moment, a violent gale surged, a Palm Seal poised to suppress Ye Qingcheng. This Palm’s power was exceptionally dreadful, delivered by Wanhai Mountain, second-ranked in the Desolate List.
Now with Ye Qingcheng gravely injured, this strike was undoubtedly a sentence of death. Gazing at the descending Palm Seal, Ye Qingcheng’s mind flashed with the image of a handsome young man, crystalline tears trailing from her beautiful eyes.
If she could live, how could she desire to die?
"Tianyu, farewell forever!" Ye Qingcheng whispered, closing her beautiful eyes.
"No..." Xiao Jiu roared, aura erupting, his voice booming, "If she dies, you’re all coming with her to the grave!"
The voice roared across thousands of miles, carrying Xiao Jiu’s resolute intent. Yet, Xiao Jiu was trapped, almost at his wits’ end, so how could he save Ye Qingcheng?
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