[Fantasy Martial Arts] The Legend of the Evil God (Complete) - 26

Chapter Ten: The Beginning of the Other Shore

. Within the "Sea of Trees," the epic battle between the two strongest martial artists of the era continues. Within a hundred feet of their clash, nothing, living or inanimate, escapes annihilation!

Jun Nitian's "Peerless Demon Blade" unleashes infernal flames; Ding Chenyi's devastating sword aura slices and burns everything in its path. The hundred-foot radius around them has become a barren wasteland!

"So powerful! Is this the true strength of Father and Jun Yanhuang? No wonder Father told me to retreat. Even from this distance, I can still feel the intense killing intent emanating from them. It shows how fierce the battle is within the Sea of Trees."

Ding Shenzhao, gazing from a distant cliff, couldn't help but exclaim. Ding Chenyi and Jun Nitian's cultivation levels had surpassed his definition of "strong," breaking through to an indescribable realm. As the sole spectator of this battle, although he couldn't witness it up close, Ding Shenzhao forced himself to experience the essence of this epic battle with his "heart." This once-in-a-century opportunity would be invaluable for his future cultivation progress.

This once-in-a-century peak battle had lasted for three days, but no matter how intense the battle, it would eventually end. In the end, in this contest where only the strong would lose and the stronger would win, who would reap the rewards? Their

strength levels were roughly equal. In terms of the exquisiteness of their techniques, Ding Chenyi was only slightly superior to Jun Nitian; in terms of the domineering fighting spirit, Jun Nitian was slightly better than Ding Chenyi. In the end, for these two powerful figures to defeat each other, they would have to rely on "comprehension" that transcended fighting spirit, strength, and tactics—a "comprehension" that only the strongest could understand—to annihilate their opponent.

The battle raged on, dark clouds gathering and lightning flashing overhead. Each clash of their energies produced a deafening roar, seemingly capable of tearing apart mountains and shattering the heavens!

At this point, both were completely absorbed in the fight, locked in close combat, locked in a battle to the death!

Both adopted an all-out offensive, self-destructive fighting style. Ding Chenyi was confident in his indestructible body; Jun Nitian possessed a powerful protective aura. Their fighting style was inherently offensive, and this clash of titans was even more of a defensive battle, a fight to see who would succumb first.

"Devouring Heaven Overlord Fist!"

"Sword of Life!"

Another close-quarters exchange ensued. At this point, the two powerful figures unleashed their ultimate techniques without reservation, both forced to absorb the blows, blood splattering everywhere.

Influenced by Ding Chenyi's "Sword of Life," vine-like plants began to grow on the part of Jun Nitian that had been struck, extending in the opposite direction to bind him. As these roots and vines grew, Jun Nitian's power gradually dissipated.

Ding Chenyi was not idle either. The highly concentrated energy at the point where he had been struck by the "Devouring Heaven" fist formed a vortex, its suction force causing his wood-textured skin to twist in the opposite direction. His meridians and internal organs seemed to be pulled by some immense force, as if trying to detach from their original locations.

"Hmph!"

"Outrageous!"

Unable to allow their injuries to worsen, the two powerful figures simultaneously ceased their attacks, determined to resolve their internal problems before dealing with the enemy.

Ding Chenyi let out a deep shout, and the Life Sword Qi rapidly filled the area struck by the fist. The earth's spiritual energy, capable of both injuring and healing, immediately forced the fist energy out and disintegrated, followed by the regeneration of flesh and blood, as if he had never been injured.

Jun Nitian was not to be outdone. He used the "Hellwalk" technique, which had a similar effect to the "Deathly Blade," to deliver death energy to the affected area. As the black energy dissipated, the extending vines and roots withered and died. However, unlike Ding Chenyi's immortality, this action still caused him some loss of power.

Looking coldly at his opponent, Ding Chenyi said in a deep voice, "In terms of skill, we are evenly matched, but your protective aura is not as wondrous as my immortal body. Moreover, I still have a real killing move to make. If we continue fighting, you have no chance of winning. You should just give up and admit defeat, and enjoy your remaining days!"

Jun Nitian's sharp expression flashed with a mocking smile: "I should have said that this is a battle to the death. Besides, the outcome is not yet decided. To boast that I will definitely lose now is too optimistic, Brother Ding..."

Ding Chenyi shook his head and said, "Losing to me is not a shameful thing. After all, I have lived for more than sixty years longer than you, and I also have the Earth Spirit Immortal Body backed by the entire Tree Sea. You are the strongest person I have ever encountered in my life. To be able to fight me to this point is enough to be proud of."

"There is only one thing that can make me proud..." Jun Nitian laughed, "That is to send Brother Ding to hell!"

A sharp glint flashed in Ding Chenyi's eyes: "If you are stubborn and unyielding, then don't blame me."

With a thought, Ding Chenyi's hands condensed into the shape of holding a sword. Then, root-like vines grew from his wrists and palms, extending and intertwining, gradually combining into a "thing" that was neither a knife nor a sword.

“Since I retreated into the Sea of Trees over a hundred years ago to cultivate the path to ascension, I have never used a weapon in battle. Today, I will make an exception and defeat you with this ‘Sky Dome’ as my greatest respect for you, a rare enemy.”

Jun Nitian’s face was solemn as he looked at the divine weapon in Ding Chenyi’s hand and sighed, “The Divine Soul Sword, man and sword as one, today I have finally witnessed the legendary supreme realm of swordsmanship.”

“It’s not too late to regret it now.”

Jun Nitian smiled with unparalleled confidence, “Although the Divine Soul Sword is powerful, I firmly believe that there is no martial art that cannot be defeated, nor is there a truly immortal person.”

Ding Chenyi snorted, “Then Jun Nitian, come and try!”

Ding Chenyi raised his arm and swung his sword. Sharp energy surged like a tidal wave, instantly filling the space. An invisible and invincible sword energy storm swept through, breaking through Jun Nitian’s supreme qi wall of the eighteenth level of “Hell Walk” in an instant, adding countless wounds to the latter’s body.

"What?!"

Even Jun Nitian hadn't expected that Ding Chenyi's power with "Qiong Cang" would be so astonishing. Its sharp edge seemed capable of sweeping across the world; even after the sword energy passed him, its destructive power remained undiminished, turning the trees and rocks behind him into dust! What a terrifying and dreadful sword strike!

"Jun Nitian, once 'Qiong Cang' is unleashed, you will have no chance to turn the tide!"

Ding Chenyi swung his sword again, "Qiong Cang" unleashing an arrogant and cold light, mercilessly filling the entire space-time continuum. The immense and chilling killing intent left no room for the opponent to dodge or parry, staining Jun Nitian's body with crimson.

The sword came like the collapse of heaven and earth!

The sword went like a flash of lightning!

"Ji Kong"! That was the name of Ding Chenyi's sure-kill move—a move without embellishment, without superfluity, without gaps, without flaws!

Wielding the "Sky Dome," the "Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade" instantly gained 50% more killing power. Combined with his existing cultivation, Ding Chenyi was confident that no one in the world could withstand his might, and Jun Nitian was no exception.

The sword energy sliced through flesh and bone. The once invincible "King of Hell," Jun Nitian, who had dominated all others, experienced for the first time in his life being utterly defeated and unable to retaliate. Even facing the Third Heavenly Evil's "Sword of the Eternal World," he hadn't been so pathetic. If an outsider were watching, they would surely judge him to be on the verge of defeat, merely clinging to life with sheer willpower… But was that truly the case?

As one of the few masters in history to have mastered the "Alaya Consciousness" celestial realm, Jun Nitian would never sit idly by and wait for death. Facing the storm of sword energy, his eyes remained calm and sharp, waiting for the sword energy swirling through the void to weaken before launching a counterattack.

A chilling, intense aura of darkness condensed between Jun Nitian's palms. Ignoring the biting blade energy that threatened him, he unleashed the highly concentrated killing seal straight forward.

"God-Slaying Seal!"

The invincible strike was incredibly powerful. Jun Nitian's two palms sliced through Ding Chenyi's vast sea of sword energy like a hot knife through butter. Unparalleled and boundless demonic energy relentlessly bombarded the latter's meridians, like endless, surging waves crashing down, forcing Ding Chenyi's immortal body to face its most severe test for the first time!

"Ugh!"

Ding Chenyi couldn't shake off the world-destroying power of the "God-Slaying Seal," spitting out a mouthful of blood. But even with this severe injury, the "Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade" still had the strength to counterattack. Sword, palm, and blade, almost simultaneously, struck Jun Nitian's sides.

"Boom!"

Everything seemed to freeze in an instant.

The two warriors, caught in the midst of fierce battle, suddenly felt a violent tremor in their minds, then realized that they had been transported to an indescribable space. It was a vast, boundless, and wondrous space, like the endless expanse of the heavens. Countless wondrous images flowed into their minds like a stream.

It was the past, the present, and the future.

A fleeting eternity, lasting in a moment of frozen time. The two witnessed a spectacle that even they could not describe in words!

They both vaguely sensed that their current location was what Buddhism and Taoism called the "realm of transcendence." Crossing this step would lead them to the legendary "other shore," transcending the cycle of life and death, and truly achieving the "celestial" state of becoming immortals and saints!

The question was, how to take this step?

Just as they were experiencing the greatest shock of their lives, a point of white light began to spread from where they stood into the boundless, wondrous space, until it filled the entire universe.

"Wow!"

An irresistible force violently impacted them, causing them to lose their sense of time and space, like leaves tossed about by a super hurricane, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Boom!"

Jun Nitian, feeling as if his meridians were about to burst and his internal organs were turning inside out, couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of foul blood. It was this intense pain that reminded him he was still alive. He barely managed to open his heavy eyelids and saw Ding Chenyi also swaying and kneeling, leaning on his sword, his condition no better than his own.

Jun Nitian forced himself to take a deep breath, his lungs burning as if scorched by fire. His mind was blank; he couldn't yet recover from the unbelievable, wondrous sight he had just witnessed.

The only certainty was that it wasn't a hallucination shared by him and Ding Chenyi, because he had seen the same scene when he first broke through to the "Alaya Consciousness" realm, only this time it was more real and closer.

"Did you see it too?" a weak voice came from Ding Chenyi's direction.

On the surface, Ding Chenyi seemed calm, but Jun Nitian knew that the former's shock at the strange sight was no less than his own.

Jun Nitian nodded and said, "Brother Ding, have you seen such a place before?"

He used "place" instead of "things" to describe the strange sight the two of them had just seen, which was very meaningful, and he was sure that Ding Chenyi would understand his meaning.

Ding Chenyi smiled bitterly, "I saw it once before my failed ascension, and I haven't seen it since. I originally thought it was an illusion that appeared when I went astray, but only today can I be sure that it wasn't."

Jun Nitian said, "When I was comprehending the 'Alaya Consciousness,' I also established a conscious exchange with the 'Other Shore,' although it was only for a brief moment, shorter than a blink of an eye. But there is indeed an entrance to another profound universe in this world, that's for sure."

Ding Chenyi hesitated, trying to describe the indescribable mystery with existing words: "How should I put it? It is indeed an entrance to another universe, containing another unfathomable boundless space. I'm afraid even with your and my abilities, we cannot grasp its reality. We must go in and experience it ourselves to know even a little bit about it. But once we go, we may never be able to return."

Jun Nitian's face showed an expression of infinite longing, "What kind of world would it be? Is it really a world without birth, old age, sickness, death, suffering, and sorrow?" "Is the wound, like the present world we inhabit, merely another illusory and unreal dream?"

Ding Chenyi shook his head and said, "I'm afraid no one is qualified to answer this question for you. I only know that neither we in the past nor now can abandon all our concerns and leave the present world without hesitation, transcending and taking that step to reach the 'other shore,' otherwise we wouldn't still be here."

Jun Nitian chuckled and said, "Brother Ding's words resonate deeply with me. I cannot give up the opportunity to determine a victor with Brother Ding; while Brother Ding cannot sever the bond between father and son. With obstacles in one's heart, one is lost in the River of Eternity, naturally having neither the chance nor the qualification to see the true face of the 'other shore.'"

Ding Chenyi said in a deep voice, "Although our battle unexpectedly triggered the mysterious power of the 'other shore,' opening the wondrous gate to that celestial realm, only one of us has the hope of glimpsing the mysterious veil of the 'other shore.'"

Jun Nitian smiled and said, "It seems that Brother Ding has finally decided to abandon everything and determine a true victor with me."

"Wrong, it's because I'm starting to get impatient with your entanglement," Ding Chenyi said indifferently. "I'm going to use my strongest power to end this long farce in the next three moves."

"Hmm, I hope you can do it," Jun Nitian said calmly. "And Brother Ding, I will also fight with all my might in the next three strikes, challenging you with my ultimate power. This is the greatest respect I can give you." "

Then let's go!"

"Alright."

As soon as the word "alright" was uttered, the two strongest martial artists in the world, "Yanhuang" Jun Nitian and "Tianjian Juedao" Ding Chenyi, suddenly disregarded the physical laws of gravity and slowly rose from the ground.

Despite being injured in many places, having exhausted their power, and having little lifespan left, they felt no hostility or hatred towards the enemy who caused this situation. All fighting spirit, battle intent, killing intent, master demeanor, and kingly aura vanished without a trace from their bodies.

At this moment, a serene and peaceful smile, devoid of desire, appeared on both of their faces.

A calm gaze, the kind that only comes with complete enlightenment, appeared in the eyes of the two about to face their final, deadly battle. It was at this moment that the strongest of them finally attained their final understanding and comprehended the ultimate truth.

Tragically, even as powerful as they were, they could not escape the shackles of being slaves to the great will of "fate." Even having grasped the ultimate truth, the death battle remained unavoidable and unstoppable.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar that shattered the sky, the two powerful figures, having exhausted their life's cultivation, unleashed the first strike of their ultimate three-strike attack—Jun Nitian's hand blade and Ding Chenyi's "Sky Dome"—simultaneously piercing each other's bodies.

Chapter Eleven: Born of Martial Arts .

May 7th, morning, Life and Death Peak.

For ten days, the entire martial arts world had been discussing only one thing! One place!

On Life and Death Peak, the battle between the Holy and the Demonic!

"Guanyin Heavenly Maiden" Fan Xindi's decisive battle against the third-ranked warrior in the world!

This duel, fraught with twists and turns, was supposed to be a showdown between the "natural enemy" Long Bufei and the Third Under Heaven. However, the righteous side unexpectedly changed their opponent at the last minute, pitting the almost unknown Fan Xindi against the increasingly powerful Third Under Heaven, which was truly puzzling. Furthermore, it was rumored that the former was personally chosen by the Third Under Heaven as his opponent, making it even more perplexing.

Especially after the Third Under Heaven achieved the glorious feats of defeating the combined forces of the Heaven and Earth Venerables and defeating Long Bufei in a direct confrontation, the reputation of the "Yanhuang" disciple reached unprecedented heights, making him the undisputed leader among the second generation of martial arts figures.

In contrast, the righteous forces appear to be declining. Now, with a woman of almost no reputation fighting a master of the demonic sect like the Third Under Heaven, the outcome is practically certain even before the fight begins.

However, just when the World Gambling House was barely able to set the odds for this battle, a shocking piece of news emerged, introducing a new variable to the conflict. It is said that this news was personally relayed by the Third Under Heaven.

"Fan Xin Di is the only officially recognized successor of the legendary martial arts holy land 'Bodhi Throne' who has walked the martial arts world for over a thousand years, and she possesses the martial arts prowess of all seven sects of the 'White Path Alliance.' In a direct confrontation, I believe she is far more troublesome than Long Bu Fei, and even I myself am not certain of victory."

This statement was not actually confirmed by the Third Under Heaven, but in the course of its spread, it was not denied by the person involved. As a result, "a lie repeated long enough can become the truth," and the above content does indeed have some truth to it, though few people truly recognize this.

As the rumors gradually evolved into reality, the once stagnant righteous martial arts world suddenly seemed to be infused with a breath of fresh air. A collective surge of excitement began to ferment among the crowd, and overwhelming support for the "Beauty and the Beast" contest unequivocally skewed in one direction.

Those who held onto hope couldn't be blamed; they had been held back for a long time by the rising power of the demonic sect. Now, finally having a chance to rise again, how could they not be thrilled? The

previously quiet Tianxia Gambling House suddenly saw a massive influx of bets within just a few days, instantly heating up the market. Daily transactions exceeded ten thousand taels of silver, an unprecedented phenomenon, practically becoming a nationwide phenomenon in the martial arts world!

The betting odds were simple: see who would win between Fan Xin Di and the third-ranked player in the world. Life or death didn't matter!

Betting on Fan Xin Di to defeat the third-ranked player offered odds of four to one. Clearly, despite the surge in popularity, strength remained the gamblers' sole consideration in the end.

"Outrageous! How could the successor trained by the 'Bodhi Throne' and the 'White Path Alliance' be any worse? The righteous path's turnaround is today! I'm betting my life on 'Guanyin Heavenly Maiden' to win!"

Occasionally, gamblers like this, acting on impulse, would appear.

"Even the 'natural enemy,' the great hero Longbu Feilong, was defeated by the third-ranked master in the world. What great things can a mere weak woman accomplish? She's definitely more likely to win than the disciple of King Yama."

This calm yet somewhat helpless tone reflected the sentiments of most people. After all, King Yama was like an unforgettable nightmare in their hearts, and even his disciple had become an inviolable existence.

Regardless of whether the righteous path won or lost, no one who considered themselves a member of the martial world would miss the battle between the Holy Maiden of the righteous path and the hero of the demonic sect!

Thus, starting from the beginning of May, people from all over the Central Plains flocked to Life and Death Peak, numbering at least eight hundred or a thousand each day, completely blocking the passageways.

"A battle that happens only once in a thousand years!" Among the crowd were many excited onlookers. "How can we face the martial world if we don't witness this grand event?"

"This battle is highly suspicious!" sighed Kong Beihui, known as the "wise scholar" and the top strategist of the righteous path. "This is definitely a scheme orchestrated behind the scenes."

"How so?" asked Li Wuyou, Flying Knife, one of Kong Beihui's few close friends and the leader of the "Little Knife Society," one of the seven leaders of the "White Path Alliance."

Kong Beihui looked at Li Wuyou's slightly graying temples—they had both devoted countless efforts to the rise and fall of the righteous path. He said confidently, "Even we, the leaders of the seven sects, don't fully know the information about Lady Fan, yet some of the information circulating outside is unknown even to us. There's only one possibility for this: a larger force is manipulating this battle."

Li Wuyou said, "Judging from your expression, you must already have a clue who's pulling the strings behind the scenes, right?"

“Yes,” Kong Beihui said, his eyes filled with undisguised worry, “Although I don’t like the answer I’ve come up with, I still have to succumb to the truth guided by reason. This person can only be the third strongest in the world.”

Li Wuyou asked in surprise, “How is that possible? What good will this do for him?”

Kong Beihui sighed, “There are many benefits. Creating the image of Fan Xindi as the new hope of the righteous path is equivalent to regrouping the remaining weak strength of the righteous path. Once he defeats Fan Xindi in a fair duel, it will be equivalent to simultaneously crushing the entire righteous path!”

Li Wuyou was shocked and said, “…” "So that's how it is! No wonder you're a disciple of King Yan, able to deduce such a far-reaching scheme. But who can stop his plot?"

Kong Beihui shook his head, "Don't look at me, I don't have the ability to stop him. In fact, I doubt anyone has that ability."

Li Wuyou said unhappily, "Is this something that comes from the mouth of the top strategist of the righteous path?"

Kong Beihui smiled bitterly, "Possessing more wisdom than others doesn't mean being omnipotent. Once intelligence becomes fact, it means the possibility of change is lost. That's what's called a limit."

Li Wuyou frowned, "Don't try to play word games with me. I don't have time or the inclination to do that."

“My friend! I’m afraid you’ve overestimated my abilities.” Kong Beihui sighed, looking up at the sky. “I’m just a failed hindsight expert! I couldn’t even prevent your attack, my disciple’s humiliation, or even the death of Feng Jiansheng. I’m truly a failure who accomplished nothing!”

Li Wuyou’s face also showed sorrow when he spoke of his lifelong friend and nemesis: “Alas! I wonder what curse the White Path Alliance has been under lately? Following Hall Master Dugu, even Tower Master Feng died from the machinations of petty villains.”

“This isn’t a curse, but a series of meticulously planned assassinations targeting the righteous path,” Kong Beihui replied. “Moreover, given the success of these operations, I have every reason to believe that there is an internal traitor cooperating with these actions, and the level must be extremely high.”

“Surrounded by powerful enemies, and plagued by internal troubles,” Li Wuyou sighed, “Is it truly the end for the righteous path?!”

"That's not necessarily true. I don't believe in the so-called natural law that evil cannot prevail over good," Kong Beihui pondered . "However, although the evil has been gone for many years, the flames of righteousness have not been completely extinguished. It is clear that there is still hope, just waiting for the right opportunity."

"Will the right opportunity come?" Li Wuyou asked pessimistically.

"It will definitely come!" Kong Beihui answered decisively. "Although the Third Under Heaven has meticulously planned to crush the entire righteous martial arts world in one fell swoop, even we are unfathomable in the strength of Lady Fan. The Third Under Heaven may not realize that he is walking a tightrope, and if he makes a mistake, he will burn himself."

"Do you really think Lady Fan can defeat the Third Under Heaven?" Li Wuyou asked doubtfully.

"'Bodhi Seat' has many capable people, but they keep a low profile and have never shown themselves to the world," Kong Beihui said, looking out the window. "Now that the righteous path has suffered heavy losses and its strength has been greatly reduced, I have no choice but to believe in this last trump card."

Although Kong Beihui spoke calmly, how could Li Wuyou not hear the helplessness and unease in his tone? An uneasy feeling hung in the air, like a dark cloud pressing down on their hearts.

It was the seventh day of the fifth month, noon, at Life and Death Peak.

The duel between "Guanyin Heavenly Maiden" Fan Xindi and the third strongest warrior in the world officially began.

This battle was highly anticipated in the martial world, for the rise and fall of the Daoist and Demonic forces ten years from now, and who would reign supreme, would depend on the outcome of this battle.

The appointed time had arrived.

The duelists appeared in the vast arena of Life and Death Peak, immediately causing a stir among the crowd.

First to appear was the Third Under Heaven. His tall, thin frame was clad in black clothing, carrying an ominous air. From the moment he appeared, a chilling atmosphere settled over everyone. His powerful aura, like that of a king among ghosts, and an unfathomable feeling—some in the crowd suddenly recalled that feeling, the trembling and fear they felt when facing "King Yama" Jun Nitian!

The Third Under Heaven was becoming more like his master, King Yama; did this mean he had become stronger?

Those who thought of this deeply regretted their impulsive gamble on Fan Xindi, their hands gripping the lot so tightly they almost crushed it.

The Third Under Heaven had arrived; where was his opponent?

"Here she comes!"

Exclamations rang out from the crowd.

Beyond where the Third Under Heaven had appeared, a beautiful woman in white, seemingly descended from heaven, appeared, her radiance and ethereal beauty almost perfectly combined. Her graceful figure moved like a wisp of mist drifting through the mountains; her deep, unfathomable eyes seemed to lead to a distant dream.

"Is that the successor of the 'Bodhi Throne,' the seed of the 'White Path Alliance,' the 'Guanyin Heavenly Maiden' Fan Xin Di?"

Whispers rippled through the crowd, filled with doubt and anxiety, like the oppressive dampness before a downpour, seeping into Fan Xin Di's "clear mirror mind," yet failing to stir even a ripple in her heart—ultimately, she wasn't fighting for these people.

The Third Under Heaven's gaze held an ominous chill as he silently observed Fan Xin Di's every move. Fan Xin Di met the Third Under Heaven without flinching, nodding slightly to him.

"You've come," the Third Under Heaven said, his eyes flashing with a deep, cold light.

"Why do you say that, Third Brother? I seem to have no reason to break my promise," Fan Xin Di replied calmly, her beautiful eyes gleaming with clear light.

The gaze, sharp as an ice sword, was dissolved into nothingness in the eternally transparent clarity, leaving only boundless tranquility.

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the Third Under Heaven, astonished that Fan Xin Di could silently neutralize his mental attack, making him realize the need to reassess his opponent.

"Since you've come, then we can begin." The Third Under Heaven's voice echoed like thunder from the depths of the earth, reaching everyone's ears.

"Is this battle truly necessary?" Fan Xin Di sighed softly, like a clear spring on a rock, cleansing the troubled and worldly hearts of every listener.

"It is necessary, because like my master, I, the Third Under Heaven, am a man born for martial arts." The Third Under Heaven's resolute words were like merciless arrows: "And to ignore you, the only successor to the 'Bodhi Throne' in nearly a thousand years, is simply impossible."

Sensing the Third Under Heaven's soaring fighting spirit, the sword "Good Thoughts" on Fan Xin Di's back vibrated slightly in its sheath, as if responding to the opponent's killing intent.

Fan Xindi's delicate brows furrowed slightly, even such a subtle movement exuding unparalleled beauty.

"Since that's the case, then Xindi will have to ask Third Brother for a lesson."

"Excellent! As expected of a promising expert entrusted with high hopes by the White Path!" Third Brother of the World shouted, "Then Fan Xindi, prepare to receive my 'Peerless Demon Blade'!"

Third Brother of the World attacked without hesitation, his hand swirling, raising a cloud of black mist as he lunged towards Fan Xindi. Fan Xindi darted away, like a swallow traversing space, already behind Third Brother of the World.

Third Brother of the World coldly snorted, and with a backhand slash, unleashed six bolts of black lightning, striking at Fan Xindi. The black lightning cleaved through space, arrogant like some kind of divine punishment.

Fan Xindi sighed softly, and the "Sword of Benevolence" left its sheath, arriving in her crystal-clear palm, scattering a transcendent beauty. Her slender body soared into the air, as if manipulating the laws of space, the sword's shadow transforming into graceful lotus blossoms, enveloping Third Brother of the World!

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent! The moment Fan Xindi drew her Mahayana Buddhist Sword, it drew gasps from the crowd, demonstrating strength no less than that of the Third Under Heaven. Those gamblers who had placed heavy bets on Fan Xindi saw a glimmer of hope rekindle.

The Third Under Heaven's eyes flashed with cold light, and her sword, with its broken sleeve, unleashed a breathtaking black aura in mid-air, enveloping Fan Xindi like a nightmare. Fan Xindi deftly dodged the black lightning strike, her "Sword of Benevolence" dancing out a dazzling display of light, shattering and collapsing as it retaliated against the Third Under Heaven.

The Third Under Heaven coldly snorted, and Fan Xindi suddenly felt her demonic energy surge, expanding in an instant into a raging tsunami, utterly destroying her Buddhist sword energy.

"Peerless Demon Blade—Sea-Splitting Force!"

The Third Under Heaven finally unleashed her true power, the "Heavenly Will Blade" leaving its sheath and slashing through the air, streaks of black lightning devouring Fan Xindi like ferocious beasts.

Fan Xindi remained serene, like a jade Guanyin statue emerging from the Western Paradise. Her "Sword of Benevolence" moved with a series of taps, circles, turns, and strikes, silently enduring the surging, ferocious blade's power. The deep sword light completely repelled the raging black lightning, preventing it from penetrating even an inch.

The crowd watched as the Third Under Heaven's incomparably fierce blade attack was completely neutralized by Fan Xindi's ethereal and graceful sword energy. Her lotus-like figure captivated the onlookers, who couldn't help but applaud and cheer loudly.

Even those who had initially favored Fan Xindi hadn't anticipated that the "Guanyin Heavenly Maiden's" true strength far exceeded their expectations.

The Third Under Heaven's face was frosty. Suddenly, black flames blazed on the "Heavenly Will Blade," its blade seemingly teeming with some kind of demonic beast, exuding a fierce and deadly aura.

"The Fan-Extinguishing Demon Blade?!" A cry of alarm rang out from the crowd.

"Kill!" The Third Under Heaven uttered a single syllable, and the "Heavenly Will Blade," like a bottomless abyss, unleashed a scorching wind brimming with deathly intent. A surging, overwhelming force of blade energy slashed towards Fan Xindi.

Knowing the ferocity and inescapable nature of this strike, Fan Xindi sighed softly. Her "Sword of Benevolence" swung straight, her beautiful eyes shining with a clear yet radiant light. Her hands formed a sword incantation, her ultimate move about to be unleashed.

Just as the two masters were about to clash head-on, a surging, powerful force, like a giant whale breaking through a raging storm, suddenly swept towards them in an instant. The two masters had no choice but to abandon their duel and turn to meet the attack simultaneously.

"Boom!"

The sudden force was shattered by the combined attack of the two masters. However, this external force had a hidden "backup plan." After the whale image shattered, it transformed into rolling waves, gently yet without any domineering force, pushing the two apart.

This sudden turn of events shocked the onlookers. Who was this person who could separate the two masters in the heat of battle?

"Third in the world, our battle isn't over yet!"

A clear, resonant voice and a powerful, imposing figure—"Natural Enemy" Long Bufei appeared before everyone. His eyes gleamed, and his handsome face radiated renewed confidence. Undoubtedly, that attack had been unleashed by him.

"Long Bufei?"

A flicker of surprise crossed the Third in the world's eyes—although he had promised to spare Long Bufei, it was because he knew Long Bufei's severe injuries wouldn't heal quickly. Why did he now appear not only fully recovered but also more powerful than before?

Long Bufei strode up to the two, looking at Fan Xindi and saying, "Thank you, Lady Fan, for leading the charge. I'll take over from here!"

Fan Xindi smiled faintly, sheathed her sword, and softly replied, "Hero Long, you've benefited from this misfortune; your skill is even greater than before. Congratulations!"

Fan Xindi's act of sheathing her sword, however, angered the third-ranked warrior in the world. He roared, "Damn it! Long Bufei, I spared you at the main altar, and you're in such a hurry to come back and die? Then I'll grant your wish and send you and Fan Xindi to hell together!"

With a "whoosh," the "Fan Extinction Demon Blade" was drawn again, and the flames of purgatory simultaneously surged towards the two.

Chapter Twelve: Death Through Martial Arts

The battle between the world's two strongest masters has entered its final, intense stage. This war, which has lasted for more than three days, will truly determine the victor in the final two strikes.

In the crucial final three strikes, both men simultaneously suffered severe internal injuries in the very first strike. Ding Chenyi's abdomen was pierced through by Jun Nitian's hand blade; Jun Nitian was also pierced through the chest by Ding Chenyi's sword—both injuries were potentially fatal.

"Boom!"

The ultimate strike of the two strongest masters was simple in technique, but it was an all-out, unreserved attack. The residual force caused fatal damage to the surrounding environment, as if stars were shaking and the heavens were trembling, threatening to reduce the universe to its primordial chaos! The

"Uncharted Tree Sea" encountered its most terrible catastrophe since its creation, and the source of this destruction was not the power of nature, but rather the power of humankind!

Thousands of century-old trees were broken and snapped, and the earth beneath them was violently torn apart and shattered! If the earth had a spirit, it would surely let out a bloodcurdling wail!

At this point in the fierce battle, both were nearly exhausted, only held together by an unwavering fighting spirit, preventing their battered bodies from collapsing. To break through from "strong" to "strongest," absolute determination was essential. After the attack

, they seemed frozen in place, like clay sculptures, completely still. Had they exhausted even the slightest strength to move? Or... had they perished together?

Ding Shenzhao, watching from the sidelines, felt the earth-shattering change acutely, but unable to intervene, he was frantic with worry.

While seemingly at a standstill, the two were actually engaging in an even more intense and desperate struggle in an unimaginable way!

Above their two stiff, frozen bodies, two illusory yet lifelike figures appeared, unharmed and bare-handed, engaged in a frenzied, demonic clash, a fight to the death!

These were the so-called "primordial spirits"!

In the previous exchange, both had simultaneously broken through to the final stage of "Alaya-vijnana," just one step away from the so-called "ascension to heaven in broad daylight," reaching the point of "soul separation"!

The soul, detached from the body, exists independently, becoming its greatest weapon. Ironically, because both had reached this final stage simultaneously, they were still evenly matched, both suffering heavy losses.

"Second strike!"

"Come on!"

Without needing words, the two souls established a connection beyond comprehension, unleashing an unprecedented attack with their spiritual power. At the moment this strike was unleashed, even time seemed to stand still.

"Whoosh!"

Unlike the first strike, it didn't cause world-destroying destruction, because the soul power of this ultimate second strike was entirely aimed at their souls, without affecting anything else. Even so, the power of this ultimate second strike surpassed that of the first.

After the fierce battle, their souls were "shaken" into their bodies, causing copious amounts of blood to spurt from their seven orifices and hundreds of pores. Their veins bulged, and their powerful bodies trembled violently, almost on the verge of death, demonstrating the brutality of the battle!

"Damn it! I won't fall like this. Earthly energy, help me recover!"

Despite suffering the same severe injuries as Jun Nitian, Ding Chenyi possessed an "indestructible body"—the ability to absorb earthly energy from the forest and convert it into life energy—giving him an advantage. On the verge of death, this ability activated again, rebuilding his fragmented body.

However, the rebuilding process was not smooth. Besides the severity of his injuries, the forest had been severely damaged by their battle, scattering earthly energy and making absorption difficult, thus slowing his recovery.

"Ugh... The earth's energy has become so chaotic and weak, affecting my absorption speed. But just one more time! Just one more time and I'll be able to..."

As Ding Chenyi was exerting all his strength to suppress his injuries, an unparalleled aura suddenly rose around him, like a tidal wave threatening to engulf him from all directions, intensely shaking his soul.

"This... how is this possible? How could he recover faster than me? Impossible?!"

What Ding Chenyi considered "impossible" was actually happening right before his eyes. Jun Nitian, whose flesh was clearly mangled and bloodied, was actually recovering faster than Ding Chenyi, who had the earth's energy as a backup. He stood majestically before him, his eyes flashing with divine light, clearly telling him that what he saw was not an illusion.

Ding Chenyi instantly understood what was happening and exclaimed in surprise, "You...you actually abandoned self-healing and converted all your remaining power into attack? Even if you win, you'll die from your injuries!"

"In battle, I have no other consideration than victory!" Jun Nitian said in a deep voice, "And I knew that when you suffer a fatal injury in battle, you would choose healing as your first priority, and only then would I have a chance to kill you!"

A shocked expression appeared on Ding Chenyi's face. He said, "Could it be...was this also part of your calculations? From the very beginning, you planned to go down the path of mutual destruction?"

Jun Nitian said, "Wrong! From the very beginning, I only thought about victory, just to surpass your profound power accumulated over 180 years and your indestructible body connected to the earth's energy. This is the only way!"

"This...is it worth exchanging death for victory?"

"Worth it," Jun Nitian laughed. "And you, my friend, knowing it was a fight to the death, still clung to the hope of surviving by sheer luck—that's the absolute reason for your defeat!"

With that, Jun Nitian clenched his fists, concentrating all his remaining power in one go. A serpentine light, like electricity, even appeared between his fists. The "God-Slaying Seal," powered by the "Brahma's Annihilation Breath"! Jun Nitian's ultimate third strike, the final strike of this battle, finally crashed down!

"My friend, this battle is over!"

"Boom!"

The "God-Slaying Seal," with its power to annihilate gods and Buddhas, slammed into Ding Chenyi's body without reservation. His still-reconstructed body, subjected to this heavy blow, even his "demigod body," which had been indestructible and unharmed for two decades, could not withstand it, and he was cleaved in two at the waist!

Suffering a severe injury that even the most immortal body could not recover from, Ding Chenyi had lost!

At this crucial moment, Jun Nitian's expression was surprisingly calm and indifferent. He looked at Ding Chenyi, whose body was now only half its original length, and said, "My friend… as a fellow father, I know your last wish. Go do what you want to do…"

He gazed at the man who had defeated him with incredibly complex emotions. In this world, perhaps no one else understood him as well as Jun Nitian. And wasn't he the same?

Although he had lost, Ding Chenyi felt no regret or remorse. Having lived for nearly two hundred years, he had never felt such satisfaction and fulfillment—defeated by Jun Nitian, he had nothing to say.

However, before he died, there was one thing he had to do.

Without uttering a word, Ding Chenyi's upper body suddenly flew away with the speed of an arrow, and Jun Nitian made no attempt to stop him. This was his final respect for his "friend," and he also had something he needed to do in the end.

Ding Shenzhao, watching from the cliff, vaguely sensed that this final battle had come to an end, yet he still didn't know who had won. However, the unease in his heart continued to grow like a dark cloud.

Suddenly, an object appeared before him, growing larger from a small one. When he realized who it was, Ding Chenyi couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

"Father?!"

The person flying towards Ding Shenzhao was none other than Ding Chenyi, the "Heavenly Sword and Absolute Blade," dragging his half-crippled body. Although he didn't speak, he directly conveyed his last words to Ding Shenzhao through his mind.

"My child, I'm sorry, I've lost."

Although Ding Shenzhao had somewhat guessed the outcome of the battle when Ding Chenyi appeared, hearing the shocking news still threw him into disarray.

"My child, listen carefully to me. I don't have much time left. This was a fair and exciting battle. Although I lost, I have no regrets. You don't need to avenge me. Jun Nitian himself doesn't have much time left to live either. There's no need to pass on the hatred of this battle to the next generation."

"Father..." Understanding that his father was still thinking of him even on his deathbed, Ding Shenzhao couldn't help but shed two streams of tears.

"My only remaining regret is that the time I spent with you was too short. I couldn't witness my 'son,' Ding Chenyi, shine brightly in the martial arts world and achieve great things. But I know you can do it, because you have the blood of the Ding family in your veins. You are my proud son!"

Ding Shenzhao and Ding Chenyi drew closer and closer, and the former saw the latter's body showing signs of decay and peeling, like rotting wood, indicating that he was nearing the end of his life.

"My son, I leave my last bit of skill to you. I believe that in time, your achievements will surpass even mine."

Before Ding Shenzhao could react, the incredibly fast Ding Chenyi had already "passed through" his body. A phantom-like figure passed through him, leaving behind fragments like fluttering butterflies around him.

"Goodbye... my son..."

It felt like a gentle breeze brushing past his body, a feeling that was both warm and sorrowful for Ding Shenzhao.

He understood that it was his father's final "embrace," and he truly felt the grief and bitterness of parting from a loved one.

"Father..." Wiping away the sorrow on his face, Ding Shenzhao looked up at the sky.

At his feet, a lush green field had sprung up, seemingly the power of Ding Chenyi's "Sword of Life." Could this be the final "legacy" his father left for his son?

"I promise you, I won't let you down."

Suppressing the overwhelming grief within him, Ding Shenzhao wiped away his tears and stood tall like a man. His expression was one of rebirth—mature and composed.

"Goodbye...Father..."

Just as the Third Under Heaven wielded the "Heavenly Will Blade" to slash at Long Bufei and Fan Xindi, an inexplicable palpitation struck him, causing him to involuntarily withdraw his blade.

The same feeling also arose between a mother and son separated by distance.

...

Back in the "Mingyue Sect," Yu Baixue suddenly saw an unbelievable image before her eyes: the man she loved and hated, "Yanhuang" Jun Nitian, had suddenly appeared in her room without warning, right before her.

The Jun Nitian before her was like a mirage, both real and unreal, elusive and unfathomable. A sudden, inexplicable realization surged through her, making her tremble.

"Jun Nitian! You! You…"

Yu Baixue's chest was filled with emotions she couldn't understand, but the word "you" felt like a thousand-pound stone pressing on her throat, preventing her from uttering a complete sentence.

Jun Nitian, like a figure projected from a mirage, smiled slightly at Yu Baixue. That smile conveyed countless emotions, yet ultimately could be summarized as "pity."

"My lady, I only want you to know that, no matter what, you are the only woman I have ever truly loved in this life."

"No!"

Yu Baixue let out a hysterical cry, rushing forward, only to find the room empty. Jun Nitian had vanished as suddenly as he had appeared; everything that had just happened seemed like a dream.

But Yu Baixue knew it wasn't a dream.

“Jun…Ni…Tian…”

Yu Baixue collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her beautiful face. She lay motionless, sobbing uncontrollably, her grief like an endless tide gradually overflowing its banks.

…

“Master?!”

The Third Under Heaven stared in astonishment at the tall figure that had suddenly appeared before him as if by magic. Even with his current level of perception and awareness, he hadn't noticed when Jun Nitian had arrived. Moreover, he couldn't sense a trace of life from the latter!

“Jun Nitian?!”

The appearance of “Yan Huang” Jun Nitian exploded around them like a cannonball, causing widespread shock and fear. After all, with “Xuan Zong” Xiao Wentian defeated and killed, the former’s position as the number one under heaven was unshakeable and deeply ingrained in everyone’s minds.

"Sect Master Jun!"

"King Yan!"

Long Bufei and Fan Xindi, like the Third-Ranked Master in the World, had no prior warning of Jun Nitian's arrival. However, they also sensed the strangeness emanating from Jun Nitian—a tangible yet intangible, elusive feeling, as if from another world.

Jun Nitian appeared in the arena without glancing at his eldest disciple or anyone else present, yet his existence was like the ethereal yet immense force of "fate," tightly gripping the pulse of life and death of everyone present.

In other words, with a single thought from Jun Nitian, the thousands of martial arts heroes on "Life and Death Peak" would likely be instantly annihilated—for some reason, this feeling arose in everyone's heart!

Jun Nitian's gaze suddenly fixed on a corner of the arena, and he smiled slightly, saying, "Good son, won't you come out to see your father one last time?" As soon as

Jun Nitian finished speaking, a person suddenly "flew" out of the crowd, clumsy and awkward like a puppet being pulled on strings, rushing towards him while shouting, "Old man! What are you doing? Put me down!"

Jun Nitian didn't seem to care, and laughed, "Thinking about it, son, it seems that since you were born, your father hasn't properly held you in his arms!"

Jun Nitian opened his arms and embraced the person. A grown man embracing another man should have disgusted onlookers, but since the person doing this was Jun Yanhuang and his "son," no one in the crowd dared to laugh.

However, most people were only learning today that Jun Nitian had a son, and seeing the true face of the eldest son of the Jun family.

The most surprised of all was Long Bufei, who had known him for a long time.

"Sworn brother?!" A look of shock appeared on Long Bufei's face. The person he called his "sworn brother" actually had another identity he could never have imagined—Jun Tianxie, the son of "Yan Huang" Jun Nitian!

"Damn it! You old devil! This time you've really ruined me!"

Jun Tianxie, who was helpless, was now filled with bitterness. The identity he had painstakingly tried to hide had been completely destroyed by Jun Nitian in just a few words. Moreover, this freakish father had broken through to some unknown level before his death, and his words were so powerful that everyone believed them without question (even hypnosis couldn't be this effective), leaving Jun Tianxie with no room for rebuttal or argument. This was truly extremely bad!

—Wasn't that old devil supposed to be fighting Ding Chenyi? Had they already decided the victor?

His thoughts were in turmoil, yet Jun Nitian maintained his friendly smile, embracing Jun Tianxie. The "Evil Star," perhaps seeing his biological father so close for the first time in his life, showed a look of shock on his face.

"Old...old man...you..."

After a brief embrace, Jun Nitian smiled, his cloak billowing, and suddenly sent Jun Tianxie flying again. Although the force was perfectly controlled, preventing the latter from suffering any internal injury, the onlookers exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what the father and son were up to.

Jun Nitian abruptly stopped smiling, his body radiating boundless killing intent that converged towards Jun Tianxie.

Then, this true number one in the world declared, "From this day forward, my relationship with you, my unfilial son, is severed! From this day forward, you have no further connection with me or the 'Mingyue Sect'!"

Hearing this, everyone present was utterly astonished, their reactions ranging from joy to anger, while Jun Tianxie himself showed no emotion whatsoever.

He gazed intently at his father, who stood as tall and imposing as a giant, with an incredibly complex expression, and said softly, "If this is what you wish for... Father..."

Jun Nitian nodded with pleasure, but a smile vanished before it could even appear on his face, replaced by a deep, murderous aura, as he roared, "Today I will personally execute you, you unfilial son! Come!"

With that, his body transformed into bolts of lightning, like the highest will of heaven and earth, rushing towards Jun Tianxie.

"Come on! I won't sit idly by and wait to die!" Jun Tianxie shouted, also charging forward, drawing an arc to meet his father.

"Brother! I'll help you!" Long Bufei knew that Jun Tianxie was no match for Jun Yanhuang and couldn't help but intervene.

Although he didn't know why Jun Tianxie had hidden his identity from him, or his motives, he couldn't bear to watch his beloved "brother" die at Jun Nitian's hands—this was the greatness of a "natural enemy."

"My master's family affairs are none of anyone's business!"

Unfortunately, although Long Bufei was willing, the third-ranked master in the world, who knew the truth better than him, had already intercepted him. Even if Long Bufei used all his strength, he would have no chance to shake off the latter's entanglement within three hundred moves.

"Unfilial son! Is this all you've got?"

"Old man! Youth has its advantages, don't talk big too soon!"

Without Long Bufei's intervention, the Jun family father and son engaged in a final battle... and communication in a way that outsiders could not understand. What they were exchanging was not the offense and defense of individual moves, but the long-standing, unspoken concern between father and son.

Among those present, besides the third-ranked master in the world, only Fan Xindi, who cultivated the "Clear Mirror Heart" and was not deceived by appearances, could truly understand the key to this.

"Why... even though their every move was enough to kill each other, I sensed no hatred between them. Their fight was like a father and son playing... why is it like this?"

Even with his unparalleled wisdom, Fan Xin Di couldn't use common sense to understand the true meaning behind the contradictory actions of this exceptionally complex father and son.

This was the first and last time in their lives that this father and son had completely opened their hearts to each other!

The battle didn't last long because Jun Ni Tian's life force, which he had forcibly exhausted, finally reached its true end.

Jun Ni Tian's hand blade was half a foot away from piercing Jun Tian Xie's chest, but Jun Tian Xie's sword finger had already struck Jun Ni Tian's throat first, and then the two stopped moving. To onlookers, it seemed the battle was over.

Was Jun Tian Xie the victor?

Only a few people in the arena didn't think so. But the true meaning of this battle wasn't about victory or defeat, and only the Jun father and son truly understood this.

"Son, this is all I can do for you..." A voice, unheard by anyone except Jun Tianxie, echoed in his heart. It was his father's last words, spoken with his final strength: "Take care, my son..."

With a faint smile, without uttering another word, Jun Nitian's figure began to dissipate like the thin mist meeting the morning sun. Before the horrified eyes of the crowd, the death of the world's number one expert, "Yan Huang" Jun Nitian, unfolded before them like an unreal dream.

"Farewell... Father..."

Chapter 13, Part

1: The Son of Heaven

. Returning to the final battle between Ding Chenyi and Jun Nitian, in terms of skill and technique, the former was actually superior to the latter. However, the outcome of a battle depends not only on skill but also on factors such as willpower and tactics.

Unlike Jun Nitian, who was determined to win at all costs from the start, Ding Chenyi, having lived a secluded life of immortality for over two decades, never considered the possibility of defeat or death. Having recently reunited with Ding Shenzhao to acknowledge their ancestral roots, his mind was solely focused on filling the long-standing void of family ties and educating the only descendant of the Ding family to become successful. He never believed that Luo Yuzai would lose to Jun Nitian!

In contrast, Jun Nitian habitually cast aside all concerns in battle, disregarding the cost for victory. It was this extraordinary tenacity, like a battle demon, that made him the victor in this battle.

During their fierce battle, both simultaneously comprehended the final stage of the "Alaya Consciousness," witnessing firsthand the mysterious wonders of the "Gate to the Other Shore" and breaking through to the ascension realm of "Spirit Astral Projection." Even with their physical bodies nearing the brink of necrosis, their primordial spirits could still exist independently and transcend spatial limitations. This allowed Ding Chenyi, even with only his upper body remaining, to sustain himself for a hundred miles to pass on the torch to Ding Shen before finally passing away.

Jun Nitian, who achieved a pyrrhic victory, had overdrawn his life force through "Brahma's Annihilation," his hundred-day lifespan shrinking like an overburning candle. The final three blows completely exhausted his will to live. His victory was, in fact, the very moment his life came to an end. Despite his

life energy being completely depleted, Jun Nitian, truly the number one person in the world, broke through again before his death, reaching the demigod realm of "Spirit Ascension"! This allowed him to transcend spatial limitations and appear simultaneously before his wife and son, separated by thousands of miles, to bid farewell to his loved ones even in his physical form.

Like a torch passed from one generation to the next, in the very end, Jun Nitian chose to leave most of his primordial spirit power in his offspring, exchanging only a few brief words of farewell with Yu Baixue.

Words may be finite, but the affection is boundless. Even though Jun Nitian was unwilling to admit it, in the very end, he felt a self-deprecating sense of sentimentality. What

worried him most was his son with his split personality. His intense attachment and desire for his mother would inevitably push them into a forbidden abyss of destruction after his departure! This was the only thing he couldn't let go of, and it was the one thing he had to do before he disappeared.

Driven by the shared bloodline, a seemingly real yet illusory "Primordial Spirit Incarnation" appeared before the assembled heroes at "Life and Death Peak," revealing Jun Tianxie's most secret identity to them. This wasn't for personal gain, but rather a necessary trial before a true rise, like a lion pushing its cub into a valley. This was Jun Nitian's final "test" for his own son!

Such a stern yet profound paternal love—perhaps only this unique father and son of the Jun family could truly understand it. Understanding his "father's" final, desperate plea, Jun Tianxie unprecedentedly chose to confront him head-on, for it was their first and last "communication."

He stretched out his five fingers, as if trying to grasp something. His fingers trembled slightly, yet he refused and dared not hold on. Jun Tianxie's feelings towards this belated paternal love were incredibly complex; he didn't want to accept Jun Nitian's "charity," yet he understood it was his only chance for "rebirth."

In the end, Jun Tianxie's words to his father were nothing more than a few simple words.

"Farewell... Father..."

Facing Jun Nitian, who vanished like dust in the wind, Jun Tianxie uttered a farewell that sounded like a confession. He didn't show much sadness on his face, but for a fleeting moment, a glimmer of light, like a tear, appeared at the corner of his eye.

Unfortunately, for the unfortunate chosen one, even a brief moment of wallowing in sorrow was too much of a luxury.

To most, Jun Nitian's sudden appearance and disappearance, even his "death," felt like an unreal dream. But after a period of shock and confusion, some began to seriously consider the profound changes and significance that the scene had brought to the entire martial arts world.

"Was that...was that really Jun Yanhuang...?"

"No doubt about it. I saw him once before, from afar. That domineering aura, unique in the world...there's no one else in this world but Jun Yanhuang!"

"Then...that invincible number one expert in the world, just now...did he die...?"

"...It seems so."

"Was he killed by...his son...that boy named Jun Tianxie...?"

"...Probably."

Amidst all the astonishment, surprise, confusion, and anxiety—a complex web of emotions like countless whirlpools pulling and attracting each other in a deep pool—the one feeling the most conflicted and tormented was none other than Long Bufei, Jun Tianxie's "sworn brother." Looking at the stunned Jun Tianxie, who exuded a desolate and sorrowful air, he took a step forward and asked in a trembling voice:

"Brother...you...are you really the son of Emperor Yan...?"

Upon hearing this, Jun Tianxie seemed to awaken from a dream. His cold, imposing face returned to Long Bufei, and he said firmly,

"That's right, I am indeed the son of Jun Nitian. This is a fact that cannot be changed."

Upon hearing this, Long Bufei felt as if he had been struck by a hammer in the chest. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale, and he murmured listlessly:

"Why...why did you keep this from me all this time...? Why did you lie to me...?"

Jun Tianxie said with a bitter smile, "I never intended to hide it from you, brother, I just couldn't find the right opportunity to say it."

Before Long Bufei could react, someone in the crowd began to clamor, "Hero Long! What are you waiting for this kid for? Jun Nitian's son is the enemy of the righteous path, and the whole world should unite to attack him! If you don't dare to make a move, then let us do it!"

This last sentence revealed the mindset of some of the heroes on the mountain. Whoever could kill "King Yama" Jun Nitian's son would have their name instantly spread throughout the martial world! Fame and fortune were the best reasons to drive martial artists to do anything, so a group of people were already eager to try.

"Kill!"

Even before the words were spoken, several figures leaped out from the crowd, attacking Jun Tianxie's position with lightning speed, their killing intent surging like a storm!

"You?!"

By the time Long Bufei recovered from his chaotic state, it was too late; the situation was already beyond his control.

Unexpectedly, Jun Tianxie merely stared coldly at these opportunistic attackers, uttering two icy, hollow words:

"Foolish..."

A flash of light appeared.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The third-ranked swordsman in the world, wielding a single blade, the culprit responsible for the four corpses on the ground, spoke with a chilling tone that left no room for doubt:

"Jun Tianxie, a traitor to the 'Mingyue Sect,' and my master's murderer, should be executed by me personally! Anyone who tries to act before me is an enemy of me and all 30,000 disciples of the 'Mingyue Sect'!" "

Third Under Heaven's words carry considerable weight, especially after Jun Nitian's death. Third Under Heaven is now the undisputed future leader of the Demonic Sect's number one faction, his every word and action capable of influencing the entire martial arts world. His status is now on par with the Twin Venerables of Heaven and Earth. "

Jun Tianxie was startled by these words, his gaze meeting Third Under Heaven's. Their eyes locked, and Jun Tianxie immediately understood his intentions.

"So that's how it is... Even if he killed your beloved, you still want to uphold the old man's last wish and protect his unfilial son...? Very well, Senior Brother, let's see what you can do."

Jun Tianxie looked at Third Under Heaven and sneered, "You heard it too, the old man and I have severed our father-son relationship. I killed him only to protect myself. If you want Luo Yuzi to take revenge, don't hold back, just bring it on!"

"Nonsense! Do you think I would show you any mercy?" "

Third Under Heaven" let out a cold shout and slashed at Jun Tianxie with his blade. No one doubted his determination to kill his opponent instantly.

Facing the merciless blade, Jun Tianxie showed no intention of dodging or parrying. He smiled calmly, not with a sense of detachment from life and death, but with confidence that everything was under his control.

"Clang!"

Just as Jun Tianxie was about to be cut in two by Third Under Heaven's blade, someone suddenly intervened, swiftly clasping his hands together to block the shocking blow!

Jun Tianxie's expression showed no surprise. He had already calculated that his "sworn brother's" soft-hearted nature meant he wouldn't stand idly by and watch him be killed. The outcome of this game was known even before it was wagered.

"If you want to kill my sworn brother, you'll have to get past me first!" "

Long Bufei spoke with the unwavering firmness of thunder in winter and snow in summer, addressing the third-ranked figure in the world who was standing right next to him.

Jun Tianxie, at the opportune moment, replied with a heartfelt expression, "Brother... why... why do you still protect me...?"

Long Bufei was fully engaged in fighting against the overwhelming force of the blade, unable to turn around to answer, but his weighty words sounded like heavenly music to Jun Tianxie at that moment.

"I believe in you! Even if you are the son of Jun Yanhuang, you are still the one who saved my life, my good brother Jun Tianxie!" Jun

Tianxie was almost genuinely moved. He even managed to squeeze out a few tears from the corners of his eyes at Long Bufei's selfless protection of him, though Long Bufei couldn't see them. However, he did feel the force of the blade in his hand suddenly weaken.

Long Bufei had no time to ponder the meaning of this; he roared, his inner energy erupting like a torrent, instantly blasting away the Third Under Heaven, sword and all, relieving his immediate crisis.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the Third Under Heaven, after being blasted away, "just happened" to retreat in front of Fan Xindi. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he swung his blade back at the opponent.

"Trying to take advantage of the situation? You're not qualified!"

Fan Xindi, who had no such intention, was inexplicably forced into this situation, but her beautiful eyes shone with understanding. With a flick of her fingers, the "Good Intention" sword emitted a burst of clear, watery light, suddenly flying and striking the back of the Third Under Heaven's blade.

"Clang!" "

The Third Under Heaven's tiger's mouth trembled. Although he hadn't used his full strength in this strike, the fact that Fan Xin Di could neutralize the 'Peerless Demon Blade' so effortlessly proved that his strength was no less than Long Bu Fei's, and perhaps even surpassed it.

However, his intention at this moment was to engage in a chaotic battle with Fan Xin Di. The stronger the enemy, the more his will would be strengthened. The 'Wildfire' demon blade was unleashed again, cutting countless black blade waves in the void, surging and rolling towards his opponent.

Fan Xin Di sighed, 'Why this trouble?' With her keen insight, she naturally knew the reason why the Third Under Heaven had suddenly turned against her—to create an opportunity for Jun Tian Xie to escape. It was a pity that under the former's strong dominance, she had no choice but to cooperate.

'Enough nonsense! Take this seriously!'"

The war between the Holy Maiden and the Demon Cult has resumed. While the fighting rages on one side, Long Bufei, not missing this fleeting opportunity, quickly turned to Jun Tianxie and said,

"Brother Jun, this place is not safe to stay. You should leave first! With me protecting you, I believe no one will dare to harm you!"

Jun Tianxie, "righteously indignant," retorted, "What are you saying, sworn brother? We brothers share life and death; how can I leave you to escape alone!"

Long Bufei, both amused and exasperated, said, "You are the one in danger now, not me. As long as you can escape safely, I won't be in any danger staying here. Don't worry, the third-ranked person in the world is no match for your sworn brother!"

Jun Tianxie shook his head, "No, I still can't leave."

Just as Long Bufei was trying to figure out how to persuade his "loyal" sworn brother to leave, he suddenly noticed Jun Tianxie revealing that familiar, cynical, and somewhat wicked smile:

"Besides... if I leave, the people on 'Life and Death Peak' today will suffer heavy casualties..."

Long Bufei exclaimed in astonishment, "What did you say?"

Jun Tianxie didn't answer, but his figure gradually faded like a mirage. Then, a scream came from the crowd, and a man staggered out from the crowd, a bloody hole about an inch wide in his chest. To everyone's astonishment, he collapsed to the ground.

The murderer who had launched the surprise attack with the "Dreamy Illusory Flower" technique, Jun Tianxie flashed to the man's corpse, squatted down, and ripped open the man's robe, shouting to the crowd,

"Look, everyone! What's this?"

"Explosives?!" "

What the crowd saw beneath his clothes shocked them: the man whom Jun Tianxie had ambushed and killed was actually strapped with a large bundle of explosives. Moreover, the attacker was clearly quite skilled; the explosives were extremely well hidden, practically invisible unless his clothes were lifted. The fuse was even attached to his waist, ready to detonate at any moment. If it were to explode, at least dozens of people would be killed or injured.

Jun Tianxie gave Long Bufei a smug smile, as if saying, 'See! I was right, wasn't I?'

'But…brother, how did you know?'

This was the common question among everyone present. Without prior knowledge, finding someone with ill intentions in a crowd of thousands was practically equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack. How did Jun Tianxie manage it?

Jun Tianxie smiled faintly, but before he could speak, a gentle and calm voice suddenly rang out before him, echoing throughout the crowd.

'As expected of a descendant of the King of Hell, truly a tiger father begets no dog son.'" "

With the sound, a figure slowly appeared amidst the gazes of thousands. His long robes fluttered, his hands were clasped behind his back, and an iron mask covered most of his face beneath his long, grey hair, revealing only a pair of bright green phoenix eyes, carrying a hint of gentleness… a hint of determination… a hint of wisdom…

Jun Tianxie had seen this person before, but when they met that time, the latter hadn't yet put on the iron mask. Of course, this didn't prevent him from recognizing the other's identity.

"Long time no see, Grand Tutor Wen, the Right Chancellor," Jun Tianxie said with a smile.

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