"Nie Yun..."
Seeing the saber light and the massive mountain descend upon Nie Yun's head at the same time, leaving him no chance to escape, Carefree Immortal let out a furious roar, his eyes splitting with rage.
Though he was furious beyond measure, he had been entangled by Ancestor Motian the entire time and simply could not spare a hand to save him.
"Hehe, he's finally dead. Li Xiaoyao, my apologies—I was entrusted with a task, and loyalty demanded I carry it out. If you find this unfair, come challenge me to a duel later. I'll be ready anytime!"
Seeing Nie Yun struck by both ultimate moves at once, Venerable Motian knew there was no way he could survive. He chuckled and leaped out of the battle circle.
"You..."
Carefree Immortal's face flushed red with fury, his fists clenched tight, yet there was nothing he could do.
Though he was a Ruler, so was his opponent. Rulers were evenly matched in strength; if one could not win, one could simply flee. Killing the other was practically impossible! No matter how furious he was, it was useless!
Carefree Immortal had held quite a favorable impression of Nie Yun. Seeing such a young genius perish like this left him deeply unwilling to accept it.
But there was nothing to be done. Having been cleaved by Qianxue Ancestor's Qianxue Saber and then crushed beneath Fu Xu Carries Mountain, even he might not have been able to withstand it, much less Nie Yun!
Whoosh!
Fu Xu lifted the mountain away, revealing an enormous crater where Nie Yun had stood. The space within several hundred kilometers had all split apart, transforming into chaotic currents of Chaos.
"He's already been blasted into pulp. That really was letting this brat off easy..."
Qianxue Ancestor glanced over the