Li Yarou naturally saw Mo Yan get heavily injured. She wanted to free herself to support him, but her opponent was far too relentless, giving her no time to even catch her breath.
“Shi-niang, Yunzhou and the Great Qian Dynasty will perish this time. Please listen to your disciple and stop resisting with Master. That way, I can at least save your lives.”
Lin Ang said, his face filled with sorrow.
He did not want to raise his hand against his master and Shi-niang, much less kill each other.
“Scram! Mo Yan and I don't have a disciple like you!”
As she spoke, Li Yarou formed a hand seal and struck out at Lin Ang.
“Shi-niang, why must you do this?” Lin Ang sighed, dodging the strike with ease. With a sorrowful expression, he added, “Master always treated me like his own. I truly cannot bear to harm either of you.”
When Lin Ang was still a baby in swaddling clothes, he had been abandoned in the wild. It was Mo Yan who had brought him back to Tianzhu Peak, taking sole responsibility for raising him.
Though their life had been simple, it was fulfilling.
Lin Ang was deeply grateful for everything Mo Yan had done for him.
“Husband, say no more. Just defeat Master and Shi-niang and bring them back to the Demon Island. We can easily keep them alive there,” Han Xinyan said.
“Yes, Father. Grandmaster and Grandmaster's wife raised you. Even if we walk the demonic path, we must still value loyalty and gratitude,” the daughter of Lin Ang and Han Xinyan chimed in.
She was the fruit of their thirty years of love.
It was precisely because of her birth that Lin Ang had chosen to follow Han Xinyan ten years ago.
Hearing his wife and daughter speak this way, Lin Ang no longer hesitated and immediately moved to suppress them.
Even if he was cursed by his master and Shi-niang for ten thousand years, Lin Ang refused to watch them have their essence, energy, spirit, blood, and soul devoured by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.
Seeing her husband make a move, Han Xinyan followed suit. She summoned an ancient mirror, poured her mana into it, and unleashed dozens of chains of laws that shot toward Li Yarou.
“Yarou!”
Mo Yan had no time to worry about anything else. His anxious state exposed a flaw once again, and he was struck in the back by a demonic cultivator's punch, which left a black palm print.
The Patriarch of the Li family was in an even worse state, covered in wounds. Yet, he could not free himself to help his daughter. His grief and indignation only made him swing his sword faster.
Li Yarou tried to form a sword seal, but she coughed up a pool of stagnant blood. The mana in her body was nearly depleted, and the black demonic qi corroding her made it impossible to gather any more.
Staring at those two devastating attacks, Li Yarou could not even perform the simplest movement. Her eyes glared fixedly at Lin Ang and the demoness.
“Damn it, I just reunited with my sweetheart. I haven't even vented my hundreds of years of anger, and I'm going to die like this?”
Right then, a figure charged in at extreme speed!
“Scram!” a voice roared.
Wang Xuanyi arrived beside his Shi-niang and threw a devastating punch. Laws intertwined and immortal runes flashed, completely shattering both of the incoming attacks.
The peerless fist print surged toward Lin Ang and Han Xinyan.
“Xuanyi?!”
Lin Ang was taken aback. He quickly raised his ancient mirror to defend himself, but he underestimated the power of the fist print. With a loud crack, the ancient mirror shattered, and he was sent flying backward while coughing up blood.
Seeing this, Han Xinyan and her daughter quickly attacked to suppress Wang Xuanyi.
“Drop dead!”
Two golden lotuses of the Great Dao bloomed above Wang Xuanyi's head. His entire body shone like brilliant jade. With a wave of his hand, endless laws emerged, and his immortal aura flared as he struck the two women, sending them flying while spitting blood.
“Old geezer, I've got Shi-niang covered! Focus on your fight!”
Atop the ruins, Wang Xuanyi's roar echoed endlessly.
Mo Yan naturally saw Wang Xuanyi. He spat out a mouthful of black blood, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Though he had no idea how the kid had gotten here, he had been a massive help.
The Patriarch of the Li family also breathed a sigh of relief, then focused entirely on his battle with the black-halberd demonic cultivator.
“Protect your Shi-niang well! Otherwise, when we return to Tianzhu Peak, I'm going to drink every last drop of your hidden wine!”
Mo Yan's aura was no longer sluggish, and his faded battle intent surged back. His posture straightened as he glared at the demonic cultivator with a fierce gaze and spat out two words.
“Come, fight again!”
This kid, Wang Xuanyi...
He always brought surprises.
No wonder Zhu Huai liked him so much. It was enough to make even Mo Yan a little fond of him.
The Void Return Realm demonic cultivator frowned as he watched Mo Yan's sudden shift, then glanced at the brilliant figure on the battlefield. He immediately struck out with a palm print.
He was no fool; he could feel the subtle change in the air.
Furthermore, that kid only had a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation, yet he exuded a pressure comparable to—or even stronger than—the Soul Formation Realm.
With a sharp crack,
Mo Yan dodged, shattered the palm print with a strike, and then summoned the Heavenly Myriad Scroll as he charged forward with his fists.
“Kill him!”
Upon receiving the order, six Soul Formation cultivators attacked Wang Xuanyi simultaneously.
“Shi-niang, take this pill and go heal your wounds first. Leave the rest to me.”
Li Yarou opened her mouth to speak but stopped, finally nodding.
Then, it was time to fight.
Wang Xuanyi turned around. As he watched the six Soul Formation Realm cultivators swarm toward him, his abdomen swelled slightly, and white mist began to drift from the corners of his mouth.
Time seemed to stand still.
“Dragon Breath!”
Two words echoed.
Roar!
A violent, red-gold flame erupted from Wang Xuanyi's mouth, and the roar of a true dragon shaking the nine heavens echoed through the world.
The terrifying heat melted everything around it. It was as if the sun had crashed into the earth, turning the battlefield into a sea of lava and destroying everything in its path.
The power of the attack was far greater than when he had used it in the Ancient Immortal Realm. Even the two Void Return Realm cultivators were visibly shaken by the terrifying display.
“Ah!”
The low-realm demonic cultivators caught in the flames were instantly vaporized into black smoke, their twisted souls completely obliterated.
This was the power of the Dao-Transforming Realm.
Unlike the Soul Formation Realm, which could not obliterate a soul and could only wield a portion of the Great Dao's power, this utilized the full power of the Great Dao to completely execute the enemy.
Scorching flames raged across the battlefield. Wang Xuanyi stood like a deity amidst the ruins, his entire body radiating the aura of a supreme powerhouse, enveloped in immortal qi.
“Junior Brother, we haven't seen each other in ten years, and you've already grown to the Soul Formation Realm.”
Lin Ang dragged his injured body before Wang Xuanyi. His exposed skin was shrouded in endless black qi, and the sinister patterns unique to the demonic path covered his entire body.
Lin Ang had completely succumbed to the demonic path.
“Dao Destruction Fist!”
Wang Xuanyi remained silent, his face as calm as still water. The Dao palace inside his body roared as laws wrapped around his fist. He instantly closed the distance, throwing a punch straight at Lin Ang's head.
To him, whether Lin Ang lived or died no longer mattered.
Now, he was nothing but a beast who had betrayed his master and ancestors!
And Wang Xuanyi never showed mercy to beasts.
Lin Ang raised both hands in front of him. Boundless demonic qi surged, and black chains manifested before him. Unleashing his peak Soul Formation Realm aura, he did everything he could to block the strike.
He had already suffered a loss once; this time...
Boom!
Laws clashed and intertwined as the power of the Great Dao surged, accompanied by the resonance of countless Dao sounds. The terrifying fist print tore right through the black chains, shattering them into dust.
The terrifying punch slammed directly into Lin Ang's face, blasting him out of the area. Like a kite with its string cut, he flew dozens of miles away without stopping.
“How tough. He actually survived that.”
Wang Xuanyi withdrew his fist, the scorching flames vaporizing the trace of demonic qi that clung to his knuckles.
Demonic path cultivators were saturated with demonic qi, which could easily corrode a cultivator's skin, meridians, and protective mana. This was precisely why many righteous path cultivators loathed fighting them.
For the sake of cultivation, they were insidious, ruthless, and stopped at nothing.
“Husband!”
Han Xinyan glared at Wang Xuanyi with venomous eyes. Her hands gathered mana, and endless black qi swirled around her as she swooped down, trailing strange runes.
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