"If that's all you have, it's still not enough to make us fight to the death."
Mu En remained resolute. He took another step forward, raised his right palm, and a faint dragon roar exploded through the air!
The Sun Moon Emperor's gaze grew even colder as he prepared to deploy every last reserve of the Sun Moon Empire.
At that critical moment.
"Mu En."
An aged voice, carrying a strange sense of relief, rang out.
Long Xiaoyao opened his eyes.
He looked at Mu En, his expression complicated.
There was guilt, nostalgia, and determination, all of it eventually settling into calm.
"Stop." Long Xiaoyao spoke softly. "You were right. The Holy Spirit Cult truly deserves to be destroyed.
"Xi Shui took the wrong path. So did I."
"Xiaoyao! What nonsense are you talking about?!" Ye Xishui shrieked, the resentful spirits around her howling madly.
Long Xiaoyao did not turn around. He merely continued speaking to Mu En:
"But today, you cannot take her away."
A trace of hesitation flashed across his face, but he still said:
"If Xi Shui and I self-destruct here, together with these Soul Tool shells and the Soul Engineer Legion currently rushing here."
"No one here, other than the Snow Empress, will be able to escape."
"Xiaoyao! You—!" Mu En's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
He slowly closed his eyes.
The Sun Moon Emperor held his breath.
Ye Xishui clenched her teeth, her nails piercing her palms.
Ten breaths.
Twenty breaths.
Time seemed to stretch out, every second heavy as lead.
At last, Mu En opened his eyes.
The anger and killing intent gradually faded, replaced by a profound weariness.
"Fine."
He said only one word.
The Sun Moon Emperor felt as though he had been granted amnesty. He nearly collapsed from relief and quickly bowed.