I Won't Fight a Madman!
"Infinite Light."
The three-word mantra flows like a clear spring over stones, neither too fast nor too slow.
However, as soon as the sound faded, a sudden change occurred!
Above the Blood Sea Netherworld Realm, in the far reaches of the heavens, without warning, two unparalleled and dazzling lights simultaneously shone forth!
To the left, a magnificent blue Great Sun suddenly leaps out of nothingness!
Within the sun, one can vaguely see the illusory image of a majestic and ancient azure dragon, its serpentine form undulating endlessly, its scales and claws gleaming. Its eyes, like two condensed azure suns, gaze down upon the mortal world, radiating a vast dragon's might that commands all waters and reigns supreme over the four seas!
It was the Eastern Sea Dragon Lord who sensed the dying cry of his bloodline descendant and sent a wisp of his will across distant realms!
On the right side, Infinite Light, immeasurable heat, and immeasurable clarity!
It was a pure Great Sun, intensely bright, seemingly capable of cleansing all filth and illuminating all illusions. At the core of the Great Sun, one could vaguely see a figure barefoot on a lotus, dressed in flowing white robes, with a gentle and compassionate face.
He himself is the source of light and the essence of brightness, radiating a supreme Daoist aura of returning to the true nature of the Great Sun and dominating the present moment!
Great Sun Purple Ultimate True Lord!
Two Great Sun, one blue and one white, appeared simultaneously in the sky!
The completely different Daoist auras and oppressive power collided like two invisible yet real ancient divine mountains!
"Boom-!!!"
The terrifying aftershocks, beyond description, swept out like a world-ending tide!
In the vast sea area spanning tens of thousands of miles, everything—from the churning blood waves and pervasive poisonous miasma to the flowing clouds and the creatures swimming in the sea and the monstrous birds flying in the air—was forcibly suppressed by an irresistible force at this moment!
The sea surface instantly became as smooth as a mirror, without a ripple!
The clouds seemed to freeze in the air, as if time had stood still!
All living beings, regardless of their cultivation level, felt their Divine Soul freeze, their Law Power stagnate, and even their thoughts become incredibly slow. They could only stare almost frozen at the two high-hanging phantoms of the Great Sun, which represented the pinnacle of power in this world!
The True Lord has manifested His divine power, Principle have retreated!
This is absolute authority that reigns above all living beings!
"It's him?!"
Within the azure Great Sun, the Dragon Lord's dragon eyes, as if condensed from the blazing sun, suddenly narrowed when he saw the gentle figure in the pure Great Sun opposite him!
Images of the battle at the Spirit Mountain Sacred Realm flashed through the ancient dragon lord's mind.
The newly ascended True Lord's madness in brazenly challenging the Fruition Status the Wrathful Wisdom King Bodhisattva, the arrogance of laughing and departing even in the presence of other True Lord and Bodhisattvas—
This guy's got a death wish when he fights!
He sent his will this time because he sensed that his direct bloodline was facing annihilation, and that's why he responded to the summons, intending to deter, relieve, and even punish if necessary.
However, he did not intend to engage in a life-or-death battle here with another True Lord, especially the notoriously "mad" True Lord in front of him, a battle that could damage his own Dao Fruit!
The reason is simple: he is still recovering from his injuries.
Although he did not appear in his true form during the Battle of Spirit Mountain.
However, an important incarnation was captured by the [World-Honored One's Handwritten Scripture] and suffered some injuries, which have not yet been fully recovered.
What descended at this moment was merely a wisp of enhanced will.
However, if one were to fight against True Lord of the same level, especially one who fights without regard for consequences, it could aggravate one's own injuries and even worsen any unhealed Dao wounds.
It's not worth risking your life for a "madman" True Lord for the sake of this not-so-core collateral bloodline of the Jade Jade Palace.
In the blink of an eye, the Dragon King had weighed the pros and cons and made a decision.
Below, in the Blood Sea Netherworld Realm, the Jade Jade Dragon King, who was on the verge of despair under the onslaught of nine towering blood waves, felt the arrival of the vast and familiar might of the Ancestral Dragon. In particular, when he saw the azure Great Sun representing the Dragon Lord appear in the sky, he was like a drowning man grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood!
The overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal, along with the deep-seated hatred and fear he felt for Youquan, instantly overwhelmed his reason.
"Dragon Lord! Your Majesty the Dragon Lord!"
Ignoring his own disheveled state, the Jade Jade Dragon King pointed at the Nether Youquan atop the waves, his voice shrill and distorted with excitement and resentment as he cursed, "This fiend is the culprit who slaughtered my Jade Jade Palace, massacred the Four Seas Alliance, and desecrated the majesty of the Dragon Clan!"
He practiced Evil Method, transforming into the Blood Sea; he deserves to die a thousand deaths!
We beseech Your Majesty, the Dragon King, to extract this fiend's soul and refine its spirit, imprisoning it beneath the eye of the Eastern Sea, condemning it to eternal damnation!
He became more and more agitated as he cursed, as if he wanted to unleash all the fear and humiliation he had just felt. "You damned demon!"
His Majesty the Dragon King has personally arrived; how dare you still be so arrogant?!
Kneel down and submit to execution!
Your death is nigh!
your----"
However, just as the Jade Jade Dragon King was cursing the fiercest and most exhilaratingly, as if he could already see the scene of Youquan being crushed by the Dragon Lord's thunderous methods, the light of the great blue Great Sun in the sky above began to slowly recede and dim without warning.
Even the majestic, endlessly powerful cyan dragon phantom within it became blurred and transparent, like a reflection in water scattered by the wind.
"Dragon—Your Majesty the Dragon King?"
The Jade Jade Dragon King's cursing stopped abruptly, and the wild joy and resentment on his face froze instantly, turning into disbelief, astonishment, and bewilderment.
He stared blankly at the sky, at the Great Sun that represented protection and power, which vanished rapidly like the receding tide, its vast dragon might also fading away quickly.
In just two or three breaths.
The azure Great Sun, along with the illusory image of the Dragon Lord's will within it, completely vanished.
Above the sky, only the pure white, fiery, and undeniably majestic phantom of the Great Sun Purple Ultimate True Lord remained, silently suspended, its Infinite Light shining down and coating the Blood Sea Netherworld Realm below with a faint layer of platinum.
Dragon Lord----
Surprisingly----
They ran away?!
They just left without hesitation?!
The Jade Jade Dragon King was struck dumb, frozen in place, his mind blank.
He couldn't understand it, he couldn't accept it!
His Majesty the Dragon King has clearly descended, so why—why didn't he say a single word, or even glance at his descendant, before leaving just like that?
Above the sky, amidst the pure Great Sun, a faint, extremely soft sigh, seemingly tinged with a helpless smile, could be heard.
Immediately afterward, the illusory image of the Great Sun slowly faded and disappeared, as if it had never appeared at all.
But a trace of that eternal light and the subtle Daoist aura that dominates the world remains, lingering between heaven and earth.
Before retreating, the Dragon Lord's last thought was clear and calm: It's not worth fighting with that reckless madman for such a worthless collateral bloodline, damaging my still-unhealed foundation of Dao Path.
I don't fight with lunatics.
As for retreating without a fight, wouldn't that be a loss of face?
Ah—in this Xuanhuang World, apart from fellow True Lord, who dares to criticize True Lord?
have?
Just kill them.
"No—it's impossible—Your Majesty the Dragon King—you can't leave!"
Help me!
Save Jade Jade Palace!
The Jade Jade Dragon King finally snapped out of his daze, letting out a desperate and mournful wail as he reached out his hand in the direction where the Dragon Lord had disappeared, trying to grasp the last wisp of dragon might that had dissipated.
But all that answered him was the silent sky and—the ever-thickening, terrifying roar of the Blood Sea behind him.
He turned around stiffly, little by little.
At the crest of the Blood Sea of waves, Daoist Youquan had somehow removed the cold, sinister smile from his face, and instead looked at him quietly with a playful, pitying, and slightly mocking gaze.
That look in his eyes was like a cat looking at a mouse that had already given up struggling under its paws.
Youquan tucked her hands into her sleeves, leaned forward slightly, and parted her lips slightly. Her voice was soft, yet carried a chilling tenderness: "Just now—"
"Fellow Daoist, your scolding was quite satisfying."
He leaned forward slightly, his blood-red eyes reflecting the Jade Jade Dragon King's face, twisted with despair. A cold, chilling smile slowly curved his lips, "And next—"
"Then it's my turn."
The moment the words fell, within the [Blood Sea Netherworld Realm], the nine ten-thousand-foot-long blood-red dragons that had paused simultaneously unleashed earth-shattering roars. Their dragon heads were lowered, and their cold, bloodthirsty gazes were fixed on the Jade Jade Dragon King, whose face had turned ashen, and the six Four Seas Alliance True Person beside him who were also trapped in endless fear and despair!
At the same time, the seven thousand five hundred Blood God Son, scattered throughout the ruins of the Jade Jade Palace and still greedily licking the remaining Blood Qi and fragments of souls, also came rushing in like a swarm of bloodthirsty bats returning to their nest, emitting sharp and piercing shrieks, transforming into a dark red storm that blotted out the sky!
"No! Dragon King, save me!!"
"Fight him! Ah--!"
"Blood Sea ----Filth----"
The desperate roars, the dying screams, and the wailing of shattered Law Treasure were instantly drowned out by the even more violent roar of the blood waves and the shriek of the Blood God Son.
Under the onslaught of the ferocious dragon and the blood-red waves, the protective magic light erected by these Four Seas Alliance True Person shattered one after another like fragile bubbles.
This was an unequal massacre, a one-sided devouring.
With the full activation of the [Blood Sea Netherworld Realm], and facing Youquan, who had broken through to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage stage by being nourished by the Blood Qi and resentment of tens of thousands of living beings, the seven True Person of the Four Seas Alliance, who were already greatly exhausted and whose minds had been taken over, were powerless to turn the tide.
Just a moment later.
As the blood waves subsided, the Blood God Son, like a weary bird returning to its nest, quietly disappeared into the churning Blood Sea.
In the same spot, only five enormous but withered, twisted, and grayish-brown skeletons, as if weathered for millions of years, remained, barely maintaining their former postures.
The empty eye sockets stared blankly at the blood-red sky, then crumbled inch by inch under the erosion of the remaining blood-fiend energy, turning into dust and merging into the viscous Blood Sea below, leaving no trace.
In the Jade Jade Palace, apart from the Dragon King and the princess, Foundation Establishment perished!
In the vast Dragon Palace Square, or rather, the former Dragon Palace ruins, only three figures remain "standing".
The Blood-Red Robe of the Youquan remained as before, spotless, standing serenely upon the gentle ripples of the Blood Sea.
The Jade Jade Dragon King knelt on one knee, using a broken dragon spear to support his swaying body.
The magnificent dragon king's crown was nowhere to be found; his hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood and scorch marks, and his aura was extremely weak.
His dragon eyes stared intently at Youquan, burning with boundless hatred, resentment, and—a trace of fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit, a fear that had seeped into his very bones.
Not far from him, the once stunningly beautiful and cunning Seventh Princess now looked even more disheveled.
She lay prone on the ground, her priceless silk wedding dress tattered and stained with blood and dust. Her once lustrous skin had lost its luster, becoming dull and rough, even showing fine cracks like those on a dried-up riverbed.
Her phoenix crown was askew, her pearls and jade scattered, her pretty face was as pale as paper, and pale golden dragon blood kept seeping from her seven orifices. Her breath was extremely weak.
Not to mention the majesty of the Dragon Clan, even compared to ordinary mortal women, they appear utterly listless.
Her essence of dragon blood and cultivation had been devoured by the Blood God Son, who had just wreaked havoc. More than 99% of it had been consumed.
If Youquan hadn't intentionally kept her alive, she would have long since turned into bones.
Youquan's gaze swept lightly over the resentful yet powerless eyes of the Jade Jade Dragon King, finally settling on the dying Seventh Princess.
A subtle, enigmatic smile curved his blood-red lips as he casually raised his hand and beckoned gently towards the Seventh Princess.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh--"
Several blood shadows, more solid and chilling than before, shot out from the Blood Sea, bringing her before the Youquan, and—
He stood before Xuanming, who had been protected by the invisible aura of Youquan and had witnessed the entire event in silence.
The Seventh Princess barely managed to raise her head, her gaze first Youquan Youquan's cold, eerie, blood-red pupils, and she trembled.
Then he saw Xuanming beside him, his expression complex and his eyes vacant. As if grasping at the last straw, a strong light suddenly burst forth in his dark eyes, a light that was a mixture of pleading, regret and the last glimmer of hope.
Youquan didn't even look at her. Instead, she turned to the side, smiled, and reached out to gently pat Xuanming's stiff shoulder.
"It's up to you."
His voice was gentle, with a hint of encouragement.
Having said that, he ignored what was behind him, his blood-red robe fluttering as he strode unhurriedly toward the Jade Jade Dragon King, who was stubbornly refusing to fall, not far away.
His footsteps landed on the viscous Blood Sea, but only created tiny ripples. Silent and without a sound, yet carrying a sense of oppressive pressure as if death were approaching, the arms supporting the Jade Jade Dragon King's body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Only Xuanming and the Seventh Princess, who was looking up at him, remained in the same spot.
The sea breeze, carrying a strong stench of blood and filth, blew by, ruffling the Seventh Princess's disheveled and withered hair.
She looked at Xuanming, the one she had personally chosen, the one she regarded as a tool for forging a furnace, yet who, at the last moment, had not identified her as her "
"Ma," his heart was filled with a turbulent mix of regret and the will to survive.
"Xuan---- Xuanming ----" Her voice was hoarse and dry, completely losing its former crispness and gentleness; each word seemed to be squeezed out from a broken bellows.
"Yes—it was my fault—for the sake of how well my Dragon Palace has treated you—and for bestowing upon you Cultivation Method and resources—"
She struggled, trying to move closer to Xuanming, tears welling in her eyes, mingling with the blood on her face, making her look exceptionally pitiful. "A day as husband and wife—a hundred days of kindness— Xuanming, spare me—I beg you—I'm willing to be your slave, to serve you as your servant—I know many secrets of the Dragon Palace —I'll tell you everything—I only beg you—spare my life—"
She spoke incoherently, laying out every reason, every bargaining chip, and every humble gesture she could think of, hoping to move the silent man before her.
She knew all too well the mild-mannered, even cowardly, nature of Xuanming's personality.
This is her last chance.
Xuanming stood silently, his eyes lowered, looking at the woman at his feet who had once been high above him, holding his destiny in her hands, but now crawled on the ground like mud, begging for mercy.
His gaze was unusually complex.
The Seventh Princess's cries and pleas crashed against his eardrums like a tidal wave.
He suddenly chuckled softly.
The smile was faint, even fleeting, like the moon's gentle glow appearing as clouds parted.
Upon seeing that smile, the Seventh Princess's heart, which had been on the verge of despair, suddenly skipped a beat, and an unbelievable burst of ecstasy erupted from her gloomy eyes!
He smiled!
He smiled at me!
He softened!
He's going to let me go!
I knew it! This cowardly and foolish man was indeed still...
The feeling of ecstasy hadn't even fully subsided.
"Pfft--!"
A dull, crisp sound of flesh tearing suddenly rang out, shattering all her illusions and relief in an instant!
The Seventh Princess's expression of ecstasy froze completely. She slowly lowered her head and looked at the space between her eyebrows.
A gleaming, antique-style short dagger tip pierced right through the center of her skull!
The blade was still stained with pale gold brain matter and bone fragments!
This short dagger was a gift she gave to Xuanming. It was an Law Artifact crafted by a weapon refiner from the Dragon Palace, and it was neither particularly sharp nor possessed any special Divine Ability.
She never imagined that one day it would appear in her head in this way.
Her eyes widened, and the last thing she saw reflected in her pupils was Xuanming's still calm face, even carrying a hint of relief and cruelty, and his hand that firmly gripped the hilt of the dagger without trembling.
Xuanming slowly and forcefully pushed the dagger all the way in until the hilt was completely inside.
Then, he twisted his wrist sharply!
"Puff puff puff--!"
A series of chilling, churning sounds, as if the brain and bones were being stirred, emanated continuously from inside the Seventh Princess's skull.
Her body convulsed violently a few times, and the last glimmer of light in her eyes completely dissipated and went out.
Ecstasy froze into eternal terror and bewilderment; his head drooped limply, utterly devoid of life.
The blood shadows that had been suppressing her released their hold at the opportune moment, and her corpse fell limply onto the filthy Blood Sea, like a rag doll.
Xuanming released his grip on the dagger, took a half step back, and quietly stared at the Seventh Princess's corpse, his chest rising and falling slightly, his breathing becoming a little rapid.
But his eyes gradually became calm, even empty.
Ahead, they were slowly walking towards the Jade Jade Dragon King's Youquan, their steps never faltering.
However, upon hearing the series of slashing sounds behind him, the smile on his lips deepened slightly.
"This young man is teachable."