Burning His Life to Send Away the Republic Empire's Warriors, Little Golden Dragon Returns

The ferocious Golden Crocodile King joined the battlefield, trampling vast numbers of Republic Empire warriors to death.

Naturally, this war in Spirit City did not escape the notice of the Upper Three Sects.

Ning Fengzhi remained calm, with the Sword and Bone Douluos standing beside him.

"Fengzhi, are we really not going to intervene?"

"Uncle Sword, why should we intervene? And if we did, which side would we help?"

Chen Xin froze for a moment. He truly had not considered that question. He had only wanted to join the battle and had not thought about what came afterward.

"Uncle Sword, the Republic Empire was founded by that boy from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. I have to admit, he is very capable, but he shines a little too brightly."

"Over the years, Spirit Hall has recruited quite a few Soul Masters. Although Spirit Hall remains independent of the two great empires and claims neutrality, who knows? Once they possess enough strength to sweep across the continent, they may directly unify it."

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect only needs to watch and wait. Look, hasn't the Clear Sky Sect's group also refrained from acting?"

The focus returned to the battlefield, where the Republic Empire's warriors fought without fear of death.

Even when they were outmatched, they chose to self-destruct.

Bai Fan knelt on the ground, watching warrior after warrior die around him. His eyes gradually turned hollow.

Three black soul rings circled Bai Fan's body. Then, without warning, all three rings shattered.

Pure soul power surged into Bai Fan's body, and the aftershock of Ring Detonation brought the battlefield to a halt for a second.

A flawless white lotus enveloped the entire battlefield. The World-Destroying White Lotus pressed downward, selectively attacking Spirit Hall's Soul Masters.

A careful look would reveal a faint azure glow appearing on the bodies of the Republic Empire's people below.

His crimson and azure wings formed once more. Bai Fan floated in the air, his eyes turning a pure azure color.

"Cheap tricks!"

"First soul skill, Holy Light Judgment!"

The golden phantom of a holy sword stabbed toward Bai Fan's heart, but the strike passed directly through his body without inflicting any harm.

Bai Fan's entire body became illusory, surrounded by azure radiance.

"Before absolute strength, no amount of tricks will matter."

Qian Daoliu did not hesitate. He immediately activated his Martial Soul Avatar and unleashed his strongest attack at Bai Fan.

"Ninth soul skill, Angel's Breath."

Golden holy light and angelic wings surged toward Bai Fan in the sky, and the attack once again passed through his body.

That strike made Bai Fan cough up blood. His black hair turned white in an instant, and he fell from the sky, landing on his knees.

Even as he fell, Bai Fan's hands never stopped moving.

Qian Daoliu was very satisfied with the outcome and slowly walked toward Bai Fan.

"Boss, what are you doing? Run!"

While tangling with Spirit Hall's Soul Masters, Da Niu shouted desperately at Bai Fan.

He had thought that with him and his brothers holding the enemy back, Bai Fan would be able to seize the chance to escape.

Kneeling on the ground, Bai Fan seemed to have achieved his goal. The corners of his mouth curled upward.

"Da Niu, the Republic Empire will be in your hands from now on. I believe you can do better than I did!"

It felt as though something had gripped the heart of the over-ten-meter-tall Da Niu, and terror involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Big Brother, if you truly see Da Niu as your brother, then stay alive. We can definitely get you out of here."

Da Niu roared as he fought. Because he had been distracted, more and more soul skills struck his body.

"Da Niu, you are my brother for life. I am happy that I met you. Remember this: your big brother is called Bai Fan. I am not Yu Xiaogang. I am Bai Fan, an ordinary person just like all of you."

Bai Fan spoke freely, saying the words he had wanted to say most. A satisfied expression appeared on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, every Republic Empire warrior present was enveloped in mysterious azure light, their bodies becoming illusory.

Slowly, the azure radiance gathered above them and formed an enormous azure lotus.

Seeing that something was wrong, Qian Daoliu joined forces with Golden Crocodile and attacked the warriors present. Without question, their attacks caused no harm whatsoever.

"Goudan, weren't you afraid of pain? I made you suffer today. Your big brother is sorry."

Goudan's entire body was drenched in blood within the azure light, his face and hands covered in wounds.

That simple concern made Goudan, who had been fighting through bloodshed moments ago, tear up.

A man could endure being beaten and cursed without shedding tears, but the gentler the concern, the harder it was to control his emotions.

"Boss, don't do this. We can leave together."

At this moment, everyone realized that Bai Fan intended to send them away. Their bodies had already begun to feel a faint sense of being pulled away.

"Boss, don't send me away. I want to stay. Even if I die, I will stay with you."

Bai Fan, his head full of white hair, revealed a gentle smile. "Goudan, don't be foolish. Live well."

At last, azure light flared, and every Republic Empire warrior was teleported away.

This teleportation had been performed by Bai Fan burning his own life to forcibly use the Mystic Azure Lotus's teleportation ability.

Golden Crocodile and Qian Daoliu were deeply frustrated at failing to stop them.

The two vented their fury on Bai Fan, whose white hair hung loose as he withered with age.

Bai Fan's legs were crushed beneath their feet, and Qian Daoliu viciously pinned his head to the ground.

"So what if you let them escape? Spirit Hall will remember this debt. Rest assured, I will not spare either the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect or your damned Republic Empire."

Bai Fan did not speak in resistance. His eyes remained tightly shut, as though he had fallen unconscious.

The endless death energy around him streamed into his heart.

"Die!"

Qian Daoliu did not want to waste any more words on him. With one foot still pressing Bai Fan's head down, he raised the Angel Sacred Sword in his hand and slashed it toward Bai Fan's head.

The sky, which had been clear moments ago, once again filled with thunderclouds.

Little Golden Dragon, who had left first, returned to Spirit Hall with Bibi Dong.

Bai Fan, who had already prepared himself for death, opened his eyes again. Looking at the woman and beast who had come back to die, he felt somewhat helpless.

He had now lost every trump card he possessed. He did not know how else he could make them leave.

"Xiao Gang, do you really think I can keep living without you?"

"Even if I die, I want to die with you!"

From atop the dragon's back, Bibi Dong directed Little Golden Dragon to attack Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile.

Relying on his physique as a soul beast, Little Golden Dragon fought the two Titled Douluos on even terms.

Bibi Dong landed beside Bai Fan and helped the weakened Bai Fan up.

"You should not have come back."

Bibi Dong covered Bai Fan's mouth with her fingers.

"Stop talking, Xiao Gang. The happiest moments of my life were the times I spent with you."

"Rather than cling to life in humiliation, I would rather cherish every moment and every second I spend with you."

Their hands clasped tightly together, and Bai Fan accepted Bibi Dong's words.

Bai Fan was connected in heart and mind with Little Golden Dragon, who was still fighting. Little Golden Dragon likewise conveyed an emotion of facing death without fear.

"Since that is the case, then let the three of us give Spirit Hall one final strike!"

Light returned to Bai Fan's eyes, as though he had experienced a final burst of vitality.