This battle took place in the blink of an eye.
From start to finish, it took no more than a few breaths’ ti.
Yet in such a short ti, an incredibly shocking scene had unfolded.
A deathly silence fell over the scene.
It was followed by a wave of sensational gasps and countless sharp intakes of breath.
This battle was simply world-shaking!
What was even more terrifying was that Ye Tianling had clearly lost all his battle power, having truly fallen to the Half-step Sword Spirit Realm!
So, how had he managed to unleash a strike even more terrifying than the one that had crushed Long Fengyang for the third ti?
Many were left bewildered.
But most of the Unparalleled Saint Sons and Saintesses, along with the powerful Saint Masters, had already seen the truth.
"He blood-sacrificed his Emperor’s Qi Sword Body—his Sword Venerate Dominating Body—to that peerless weapon he holds."
"His Ancient Divine Body is no more."
"His bloodline has withered and dried up."
"A Divine Child of his generation... I fear he is about to dissipate into the Dao."
"He is no longer worthy of the na Divine Child."
"This battle is enough to be rembered through the ages and shock the entire Sword Demon World."
"Such a Divine Child... what a terrible sha."
"If he dissipates into the Dao, heaven and earth will grieve with him. The Great Dao will cry out in sorrow; the Laws will dim in his absence."
...
Many Saint Sons and Saintesses sighed in sorrow, feeling a sense of empathy.
At this mont, they could only watch.
This was a battle of destiny.
It was also a battle concerning the chaos in the Celestial Demon Blood Domain.
This was a battle over fundantal right and wrong.
They could not, and had no reason to, interfere.
At this mont, Ye Tianling’s heart was utterly still.
After his heart was shattered, he beca heartless, just as he was now emotionless.
Duan Jiutian had paid a terrible price. His power plumted, falling from the Half-step Holy Dao Realm back to the Sword Ancestor Nine Paths Realm.
From the Sword Ancestor Nine Paths Realm, he fell further to the Sword Ancestor Eighth Path, and then the Seven Paths of the Sword Ancestor.
Finally, his realm stabilized only after it dropped to the Sword Ancestor Six Paths Realm.
But he was now a spent force, his condition even more miserable and dire than Long Fengyang’s.
If not for his Vast Purple Qi and possession of a Void Body that was like a second life, he would have undoubtedly died this ti.
But even though he hadn’t died, his situation was still lantable.
A Saint Master of his generation, beaten like a stray dog and losing nearly all his battle power—the scene was simply too shocking.
Duan Jiutian’s eyes were dim, filled with deep doubt.
’How could Ye Tianling be this strong! How is it possible? Is this still not enough to prove he’s qualified to be the main pillar, the one responsible for shouldering the burden of the Celestial Demon Blood Domain’s chaos? Is this not enough to bear the title of Celestial Mandate Divine Son?’
’Then I look at Long Cangqian. I, his master, was beaten this badly, and what has Long Cangqian done? So many Saint Masters fought desperately for him. Three Saint Sons of the Dragon Race were slaughtered because of him. And what has he done?’
The doubt in Duan Jiutian’s heart deepened, and at the sa ti, he felt his own heart turn to ash.
Coughing up blood, he looked ancient and frail, as if he had aged decades in an instant, his figure becoming stooped.
Blood stread from his body, falling uncontrollably.
But he still stood up resolutely. Instead of attacking again, he silently retreated, leaving the battlefield.
At that mont, many people watched, but no one helped him.
Not the mbers of the Dragon Race, not the Saint Masters.
His disciple, Duan Qianji, and Long Cangqian were no exception.
...
Ye Tianling could no longer feel the Little Dragon Girl’s aura.
The power from the blood sacrifice of his Emperor’s Qi Sword Body seed to still be contained within the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword.
His own battle power had severely regressed.
Without the might and will of the Emperor’s Qi Sword Body in his bloodline, his entire being seed to have beco just as decayed and rigid.
But his gaze was extrely calm.
He watched silently.
From the beginning of the battle to its end, and then to Duan Jiutian’s desolate retreat from the field, only a little over ten breaths of ti had passed.
After being repelled by the Heaven-Slaying Demon Slayer Sword, Long Qingwan, Long Xuanji, and Long Wentian had ford an encirclent, trapping Ye Tianling.
But the previous sense of malevolent, deadly crisis had been so ferocious and terrifying that they had retreated a great distance and did not take the initiative to attack.
After rebuking Duan Jiutian and making him attack, Long Fengyang himself had appeared even farther away, moving directly to capture Ye Yueling and the other four won he had shackled.
As for whether Duan Jiutian lived or died, he couldn’t have cared less.
"Now, he has almost no battle power left. Cangqian, you can make your move."
Long Fengyang coughed, spitting out blood from ti to ti.
His realm hadn’t fallen, but his condition was not much better than Duan Jiutian’s.
It was only because of his Hidden Dragon Shackles and the Demon Soul Shackles of his Blood Demon Bone that his realm hadn’t regressed.
Long Cangqian stepped forward and nodded slightly. "I must naturally follow through on the promise I made to our fellow Daoists here. Hmm, Lin Yuchan, Ye Yueling, the hidden emotions in your eyes are quite sothing. It seems you care a great deal for Ye Tianling!"
Long Cangqian said flatly.
He had been waiting. Waiting for the final mont, for the curtain to fall on everything so he could step out and directly reap the fruits of victory.
"It seems he still has so battle power left. Should we join forces and use a Sacred Artifact to suppress him again?"
Long Qingwan stared intently at Ye Tianling, killing intent condensed in her icy eyes.
"No need. He even blood-sacrificed his Emperor’s Qi Sword Body to his weapon. What battle power could he have left? This is far enough. Let the Cangqian Divine Son crush and devour him," Long Xuanji said in a deep voice.
Long Wentian also said, "That’s right. For the rest, we’ll step back and leave it to Cangqian. Of course, we must stand guard and not let this spawn escape."
Long Qingwan sneered, "Escape? He can’t possibly escape! The three Clan’s Sacred Artifacts have locked onto his aura!"
Long Fengyang ignored the three of them and instead looked at Lin Yuchan and Ye Yueling, saying, "Cangqian, you said these two bitches have feelings for him? Are you sure?"
Long Cangqian nodded and said with certainty, "Yes, Father Emperor. These two indeed have feelings for him. I’ve been watching them for a long ti!"
A sharp glint suddenly flared in Long Fengyang’s eyes. "Then, make your move!"
Long Cangqian gave a cold smile, a cruel and evil look in his eyes. "Although you two have probably undergone Yin Yang Harmony with Ye Tianling, it doesn’t matter. I’ll perform Absorption on you and violate you right in front of him. I imagine that will be quite a show.
I think everyone has been waiting eagerly.
Such a stimulating scene, which also contains the peerless Supre Dao of Yin Yang Harmony—what a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity this is!"
A savage expression appeared on Long Cangqian’s face, and he walked toward Lin Yuchan and Ye Yueling with extre arrogance.
Sorrow filled the eyes of Lin Yuchan and Ye Yueling. They imdiately began to struggle, trying to self-initiate Transformation Dao.
But the Power of Ancient Soul Extinction Forbidden had them completely shackled, preventing them from even taking their own lives through Transformation Dao.
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