The final battle; your master will teach you one last time (4k)

Evil Demon Forest.

The periphery.

Above a mountain range, countless figures had already surrounded the area, leaving no room to move. In mid-air, on a majestic and solemn soul-guided airship with long sails, several figures stood scattered.

Ye Guyi stood calmly, sword in hand. With a light touch of her toes, she floated into the air. Her golden eyes indifferently surveyed the largest den of Evil Soul Master in the world, and her clear, captivating voice resounded through the sky.

"Ye Xishui, come out here and face your death!"

"..."

The sound was rolling, not loud, but to the countless Evil Soul Master trapped inside, it was like a thunderclap.

Many Evil Soul Master looked terrified, their faces pale. They had long lost their former arrogance and domineering spirit. Over the years, they had been terrified by this legendary chosen one of the Angel God.

Beneath that crimson longsword, countless heads of powerful Evil Soul Master have been severed. Even many high-ranking elders and Titled Douluo level experts are as fragile as paper before it, their defenses easily torn apart like slicing tofu.

That sword, burning with sacred fire, was unstoppable.

At this moment, merely feeling Ye Guyi's scorching aura, which seemed to burn their souls, made all the remaining Evil Soul Master of the Holy Spirit Cult tremble.

Their momentum crumbled.

The next instant, another dense, jet-black aura rose up simultaneously, forcefully pushing back the aura faintly emanating from Ye Guyi, and the Holy Spirit Cult Sect's side once again returned to its cold, dark atmosphere.

"Anyone who dares to retreat shall die!"

Two figures in black robes rose into the air. Ye Xishui's face was so gloomy it could drip water. With a roar, she casually crushed two Holy Spirit Cult disciples who had been too cowardly to fight into bloody pulp, forcibly raising the morale of the cult.

"In this battle, we have no way out. If we advance, we will live; if we retreat, we will die! If we win, all living beings in the world will be our food!" Ye Xishui's voice echoed throughout the valley.

"..."

After this series of coercive and enticing tactics, a sinister and ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of many Evil Soul Master.

Our side possesses two Limit Douluo powerhouses. The Holy Spirit Cult already has the confidence to be an enemy of the entire continent. Originally, it was just trying to survive by clinging to life. Now that its trump card has been exposed, it still has the strength to fight.

"War!"

Ye Guyi glanced at the Holy Spirit Cult members who were gradually stabilizing, raised his longsword expressionlessly, and let the light shine down, amplifying the light on all of his own. If there was a disagreement, they would start fighting; there was no need for further negotiation.

The two sides, like distinct black and white flags, clashed like tidal waves. In just an instant, heavy casualties were inflicted, blood seeped into the valley floor, birds and beasts scattered in the forest, and even the Evil Eye Tyrant deep within did not appear to drive them away, allowing the two sides to kill indiscriminately on its territory.

"Little girl, it is my fault for letting you live until today, but today... is the day you end!"

"I'll say the same to you," Ye Guyi calmly.

Having said that, he drew his Angel Holy Sword and charged forward to meet the attack.

The two wrestled, while Kong Deming stopped Long Xiaoyao, who was eager to help. The two Limit Douluo battlefields were key to the whole battle, but they did not affect the people below who were fighting to the death in the sea of blood.

Every minute and every second, at least one Soul King- level or higher combatant falls, making it a veritable meat grinder.

In order to eradicate the Holy Spirit Cult, the Holy Angel Church contacted almost all the forces except Shrek Academy. This battle brought together the most elite group of people on the continent.

At this moment, Ye Guyi's expression was calm, and her heart was as still as water.

Her delicate hand gripped the Angel Holy Sword tightly.

"Starting stance: Blazing Feather Approaches the Abyss."

Six blazing wings slowly unfurled behind her, and holy fire surged from her body. At this moment, she seemed to have no distractions. It was not only about the encirclement and suppression of the Holy Spirit Cult, but also about completing the divine position of the Angel God and taking the final step towards that threshold.

Ye Guyi slowly closed her eyes, her red lips parting slightly.

He uttered seven words.

At the same time, their momentum was also soaring.

"Interrupt her!!!"

Ye Xishui's expression changed drastically, even showing some fear.

Without stopping her movements, the Death God Tower reappeared. The energy it unleashed after devouring countless vengeful spirits was indeed terrifying. Ye Xishui was truly a genius in the field of Soul Tool.

But... Ye Guyi casually raised her hand and cut it off.

The Holy Sword purified the Soul Guidance Ray composed of countless vengeful spirits, and Ye Guyi seemed unaffected by the outside world, acting only subconsciously.

Long Xiaoyao also noticed something was wrong, and his pupils dilated in shock.

He forcibly broke free from Kong Deming's grasp, attempting to join forces with Ye Xishui to kill Ye Guyi first. However, he also suffered a blow to the abdomen from a level nine soul-guided heavy cannon, clutching his abdomen with a slightly unpleasant expression.

"Silent Darkness Domain!"

Blood trickled from the corner of Long Xiaoyao's mouth as he coldly stared at Ye Guyi, who seemed to be in a meditative state in mid-air. Ye Guyi a low shout, a massive black dragon, hundreds of meters long, tore through the clouds, seemingly descending from the heavens. Its dark dragon armor gleamed with a heavy and solid aura, its vertical pupils indifferently surveying everything, and its sharp dragon Ye Guyi.

Ye Xishui quickly joined in the effort.

The Death God Tower continued unabated.

Ye Guyi kept her eyes tightly closed, "First move, Blazing Heart, Pierce..."

A terrifying aura erupted from its body.

With a single sword strike, he shattered Long Xiaoyao's rising momentum. Then came the second sword strike, which bloomed like a lotus flower, severing the black dragon's horn and eliciting a roar. The final sword strike was like a judgment from the heavens. Ye Guyi, a high and mighty deity, held the sword with both hands, the tip pointing downwards, his face solemn and dignified.

The jet-black dragon, amidst its roars, struggles, and resentment, was decapitated and plunged into the abyss.

The duel was more unexpected than anyone had imagined.

Instead of a tense standoff, it severed the very foundation of the Holy Spirit Cult with a single stroke.

Long Xiaoyao's Martial Soul Avatar had its neck severed, and its main body was also severely injured. Its aura plummeted and weakened. Ye Xishui was also panicked at this moment. She held Long Xiaoyao's body and her face changed drastically. She didn't know whether she was saddened by the decline of the Holy Spirit Cult or by this loyal sycophant who had licked her boots for a hundred years.

"It seems... we've lost."

Long Xiaoyao's face showed bitterness as he stared at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his own, momentarily stunned. His rough hand gently caressed the beauty's cheek as he softly sighed, "Xishui, you are still as captivating as you were in your youth."

Time has left few marks on her face; she still looks like a woman in her thirties.

"We're all getting old..." Ye Xishui shook her head, her expression complicated.

With defeat inevitable, Ye Guyi was determined not to let them leave, even though she had once been insane and wanted to drag the entire continent down with her, letting Evil Soul Master run rampant and wreak havoc on the continent, seeking revenge on everyone and every living being on the continent.

But all of this was just a pipe dream. Rather than dying in a mad, angry, and resentful state, she still wanted to preserve some dignity for herself.

"Xiaoyao, actually... that night, after we made love, I carried your bloodline... I entrusted him to Mu En to raise, and now his descendant should be..."

But before Ye Xishui could finish speaking, another sword shadow slashed down.

Under Long Xiaoyao's watchful eyes, Ye Xishui was completely crushed.

"Who is it? Who is it?! Wait until Xishui finishes speaking!!!"

Only Long Xiaoyao's bloodshot eyes and his roar filled with resentment echoed through the valley.

As the high-level forces were divided, the lower levels suffered a crushing defeat. Countless Evil Soul Master fled in panic, attempting to escape the encirclement. However, it was clear that the Sun Moon Empire's Linked Defensive Soul Tool were not to be underestimated, and they were all annihilated.

All that remains of this place is desolation and corpses scattered everywhere.

"A resounding victory!!" Jing Hongchen couldn't suppress the joy on his face as he approached Kong Deming and reported, "Teacher, all members of the Holy Spirit Cult have been wiped out, not a single one escaped. I had this area completely surrounded, layer upon layer, so that not even a fly could get out."

"..."

But Kong Deming remained calm, stroking his beard as he stared with a complex expression at the woman in mid-air who seemed to be advancing in a certain level, yet was stuck at the very last step.

She sighed softly.

now.

Mid-air.

Ye Guyi slowly opened her eyes. She was not surprised at all that she had killed Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao. After devouring the two of them, it would be an exaggeration to say that she had one foot in the realm of gods. However, the obstacle that had troubled her for years still existed.

He pushed her back forcefully.

"Why is that?" Ye Guyi frowned slightly, looking completely bewildered.

She was clearly just one step away...

And the next moment.

Inside the altar.

An extremely powerful dark aura rose up and soared into the sky, instantly engulfing the allied forces surrounding the dark altar entrance of the Holy Spirit Cult, without even a scream.

Countless people, their faces filled with terror, hastily retreated.

Ye Guyi, however, was somewhat stunned.

This aura... felt so familiar to her, as if it were a connection deep within her bloodline, making her involuntarily want to get closer.

"No! What a terrifyingly persuasive method." Ye Guyi shook her head with a cold expression, banishing the thought that had risen in her mind.

Moreover... unexpectedly, there was still a top-tier expert remaining within the Holy Spirit Cult.

Her expression gradually became serious, even solemn.

Even though she had just advanced to Level 99 Limit Douluo by devouring Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, and could even be considered Half-Step God at this moment, she was still wary of that aura.

"The army should retreat three miles and remain in place, completely sealing off this area so that no one can enter or leave," Kong Deming said calmly.

He nodded slightly to Ye Guyi, promising to take care of her worries, but the girl had to walk her own path ahead.

Ye Guyi didn't notice anything amiss. She nodded, her expression slightly hardening, and then headed alone straight into the depths of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Only she is qualified to enter this place.

Even Kong Deming, among others, would have his mind disturbed, or even be swallowed up by this darkness.

Passing through a long, winding corridor.

Ye Guyi held a long sword, her eyelids lowered, but her expression remained unwavering. Her high heels clattered as she stepped up the stairs, echoing loudly in the dark, deep, seemingly endless spiraling corridor.

The immense Spiritual Power spread out, but it seemed to sink into the sea like a stone.

The opponent's strength... seems to be even greater than hers.

Thinking of this, Ye Guyi's heart sank, but she gritted her teeth and continued to delve deeper. Her ambition in this life was to eradicate all Evil Soul Master in the world. If she were to give up in the face of difficulties, it would not be in her nature.

I don't know how long I walked.

Ye Guyi's vision changed. The surrounding corridor gradually widened, and her view was no longer as narrow and cramped as before. Following the dark aura, she arrived at the end of the corridor, where there was a door, a heavy door.

She sensed that the owner of this power was behind that door.

"Kill him, wipe out the last Evil Soul Master, and restore peace to the world." Ye Guyi exhaled a breath of turbid air, and with a slash of sword energy, the ancient and heavy iron gate in front of her fell into countless pieces.

And as she took the final step, she entered through that door.

At a glance, one could see the man sitting high in the main seat, his entire body shrouded in a long, black robe, obscuring his face. Only his tall stature suggested he was an adult male.

But at that very moment, her body suddenly froze.

Frozen in place.

Her beautiful golden eyes stared upwards in disbelief.

She knew that figure all too well.

She even met him today...

"Hehe..."

The figure sat high on the throne symbolizing the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, but the surrounding area was empty, with no Holy Spirit Cult disciples, making it seem somewhat desolate and lonely. Lu Cheng slowly removed his cloak, a gentle smile appearing on his lips, revealing the handsome yet otherworldly face that was like a god in the girl's heart.

But at this moment, he is Evil Soul Master.

Even the most powerful being in the Holy Spirit Cult.

Looking at the girl's incredulous, shattered Dao heart, and almost frozen figure, Lu Cheng shook his head with a smile, "I thought the first thing you'd do upon seeing me would be to swing your sword."

"Over the years, I remember I've only taught you one thing."

Lu Cheng's lips slowly curled into a smile, "When you encounter Evil Soul Master, remember to strike first, otherwise..."

"Boom!!!"

Lu Cheng's figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Ye Guyi. A jet-black longsword, as if it had swallowed all light, clashed with Ye Guyi's Angel Holy Sword.

A golden hue contrasted with crimson, and a deep black hue.

The two figures seem to symbolize the opposition in this world.

Light and Evil.

The dividing line between light and darkness also completely separated the two figures.

As the roar echoed through the Temple of Earth, both figures retreated rapidly, each standing on one side.

Ye Guyi almost instinctively swung her sword to defend herself; it was muscle memory etched into her bones, an instinctive habit honed through countless sword-wielding practices under her master's guidance.

But at this moment, her eyes were fixed on him. Ye Guyi felt her trembling hands, and looked up at the man who exuded a dark and Evil aura, a man who was both familiar and strange.

Her voice trembled slightly. "Master... is there something wrong with the Guyi?"

She dropped her sword and stared at Lu Cheng with a pleading expression.

"Master, let's stop fighting, let's go home, okay? I've already wiped out the Holy Spirit Cult, please don't joke like that anymore..."

"You're wrong, girl. The Holy Spirit Cult hasn't been wiped out yet."

Lu Cheng smiled and shook his head.

His expression gradually turned cold. "I am the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult..."

P. S.: The next chapter will be released at 12:30.