Joining Hands

Inside the light screen.

The simulated Yun Ming's upper garment was already tattered to the point of barely providing cover, with shocking wounds crisscrossing his muscles, resembling a tragic painting.

His once handsome face was now covered in blood and dirt, making him look extremely disheveled. His hair was scattered messily, adding to his air of desolation and misery.

He coughed up blood continuously, each cough seeming to tear at his already exhausted body.

On the opposite side, Yuan Tiangang's mask was shattered, revealing a skull-like face, a shocking visage that stunned the audience.

Originally, they thought the mask was used to hide his identity, but they never expected its true purpose was to conceal such a terrifying face.

Yuan Tiangang wasn't in good shape either. His body was also covered in scarlet wounds, and most of his lipless teeth had been knocked out, making him look exceptionally hideous.

Despite his injuries, his condition seemed much better than the simulated Yun Ming's.

"I truly didn't expect you to have such strength," Yuan Tiangang said, covering his chest, his tone filled with amazement and unwillingness. "I've cultivated for three hundred years, and you've only cultivated for how many years? Yet you're already catching up to me."

He gazed at the barely standing simulated Yun Ming, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "I truly underestimated you, misjudged you. In three hundred years, you're the first person to amaze me so much."

"You should have persevered for another ten years. Perhaps in ten years, you could have defeated me. But you were too impatient, truly too impatient."

Having witnessed the other's strength, Yuan Tiangang was genuinely shocked.

He had cultivated for three hundred years.

And the person before him, even if he started cultivating from the womb, was only thirty-odd years old.

Yet he possessed seventy to eighty percent of his power.

What talent, what a world-shaking genius.

Even he couldn't help but be moved.

A desire to nurture talent arose, wanting to spare his life.

But...

Yuan Tiangang's tone was filled with deep regret as he slowly said, "If your nature were pure and kind, perhaps I would generously bestow everything upon you, even the entire world. But you... your political methods are tyrannical, your temperament sinister. If the world fell into your hands, how could the Common People live in peace and contentment? How could the world maintain tranquility? And how could a golden age be ushered in?"

"Cough cough..."

The simulated Yun Ming coughed up blood continuously, a cold smile appearing on his pale face.

He said with difficulty, "I am now thirty-six years old. How much time can Heaven grant me? If I don't fight, when will I? As the saying goes, ten thousand years is too long, seize the day, seize the hour!"

"Tomorrow I'll tour the imperial garden, urgent news of spring is known, flowers must bloom overnight, don't wait for the spring breeze to dawn."

He said coldly.

"That's the Martial Emperor's poem," Yuan Tiangang said in a deep voice.

"Great Commander, do you understand?"

"Cough cough..."

The blood from the simulated Yun Ming's mouth gushed out like a flood, and he seemed unable to support his body any longer, collapsing to the ground and vomiting blood incessantly. This scene stunned the audience.

Was this... the end of the road?

Despite many disliking the protagonist in the light screen, they couldn't deny that sometimes the charm of the great villain was very appealing.

Because people are inherently drawn to the strong.

"Is he really going to die?"

Yun Ming's heart was filled with complex emotions, and he also felt a surge of excitement.

Once the simulated him died, the simulation would end, and he wondered what kind of reward he would receive.

He was shocked that the simulated Yun Ming could contend with Yuan Tiangang for so long, displaying explosive combat power.

If he could obtain the simulated Yun Ming's strength... Yun Ming's heart was filled with anticipation and excitement at the thought of this.

Meanwhile, the Yuan Tiangang in the simulation couldn't help but fall silent after hearing the simulated Yun Ming's words.

He seemed to be touched by the other's words and began to re-examine this young man he regarded as an enemy.

After a long while, Yuan Tiangang finally said quietly, "You are indeed not bad, but all of this is fate."

"It's time to be on your way." Yuan Tiangang slowly walked towards the simulated Yun Ming, who was collapsed on the ground.

"Things haven't reached the end yet!"

The simulated Yun Ming struggled to open his blood-stained mouth, letting out a wild laugh, "Gangzi, I have a few things to share with you, I wonder if you are willing to listen attentively."

Could there be a reversal?

The audience, who originally thought they were about to see the finale, were all stunned at this moment, their eyes wide open.

"What trick are you trying to play now?" Yuan Tiangang's voice was cold and distant, as if he couldn't muster any interest in the simulated Yun Ming's actions.

"Qiao'er's ashes." The simulated Yun Ming uttered these words casually.

The real Yun Ming was stunned for a moment.

"What did you say?" Yuan Tiangang's voice revealed a hint of disbelief, and then his face quickly turned gloomy, burning with anger, "You dare to know about this?"

"What I know is far more than this." The simulated Yun Ming's mouth curled into a playful smile, making Yuan Tiangang's face turn ashen.

"You think I'll believe your nonsense?" Yuan Tiangang's tone was full of chilling intent.

"Then do you dare to take a gamble?" The simulated Yun Ming slowly stood up, his eyes flashing with a sinister light, "And Li Xingyun, don't forget about him either."

"Li Xingyun?" Yuan Tiangang's eyelids twitched, as if this name had touched a sensitive nerve.

"Haven't you noticed? This place is already very close to Mobei." The simulated Yun Ming revealed a hideous and arrogant smile.

"Yuan Tiangang, do you think I would come to you without any preparation? Or do you think you can solve everything with your three hundred years of cultivation?"

As a familiar figure slowly appeared in everyone's sight, Yuan Tiangang's face became even more unsightly.

"You actually colluded with Duokouhuo?" His voice was full of anger and disappointment.

"You're wrong!" The simulated Yun Ming laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "Mobei and I are already one family."

The Great Shaman looked at Yuan Tiangang calmly and nodded slightly, as if announcing that a storm was about to come.

Behind her, Aogu tightly grasped the already unconscious and blood-covered Li Xingyun, the scene looking exceptionally tragic.

"You seem to be a little late." Simulated Yun Ming said, panting, his tone revealing a hint of fatigue and dissatisfaction.

"The Four Great Corpse Ancestors gave us some trouble." Aogu glanced at him and said lightly, "They are all dead."

Simulated Yun Ming's expression flickered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, saying casually, "Dead is dead."

"Yuan Tiangang, I'll give you a choice." Simulated Yun Ming turned to Yuan Tiangang, his eyes revealing a kind of coldness and determination: "Hand over the Elixir of Immortality, and then end your own life. In exchange, I will cripple Li Xingyun's martial arts and spare his life, and I will also return Qiao'er's ashes to her original resting place."

"You think I'll believe you?"

Yuan Tiangang's face twisted with anger, he glared at the Great Shaman, his voice full of anger and incomprehension: "You dare to interfere in this matter? Do you know what this means?"

"How could I do such an unjust thing as to kill Shan Degong?" Simulated Yun Ming laughed mockingly, his laughter full of contempt and provocation towards Yuan Tiangang.