"Divine Judgnt!"
With the adversary’s low shout, he swung his longsword at Ye Luo, and a white light enveloped Ye Luo directly.
Ah!
A shrill scream ca from Ye Luo’s mouth, followed by a spray of fresh blood; he knelt on the ground, his face twisted in agony.
"Kid, hold on, you can’t be finished!"
Ao Long hastily spoke to Ye Luo.
However, the white light that had just rushed into Ye Luo’s body caused not only imnse physical damage but also aid to destroy his soul by heading straight for his Spirit Sea.
Thanks to Ao Long’s resistance, Ye Luo’s soul was spared, but the bodily harm made him feel a pain so intense as if his whole body was about to burst open.
Blood seeped from the skin on his body, staining his clothes red; if it were not for his incredibly strong constitution, that one strike would have been enough to annihilate him, leaving nothing behind.
Seeing that Ye Luo had actually withstood that strike, a hint of surprise flickered in the eyes of the Holy Envoy.
"Elder Ao Long, please think of sothing fast!"
Ye Luo began communicating with Ao Long, not wanting Alice to be taken by the adversary, and of course, he didn’t want to die just like that either.
Now his only option was to beg this Divine Dragon for help.
"Now you rember , but I’m also out of options. It’s your own fault for trying to act strong when you’re not capable." Ao Long’s voice was indifferent.
"Damn, aren’t you the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, a great Divine Dragon? How co you can’t even deal with a Martial Artist in the Controlling Qi Realm?" Ye Luo was incredibly indignant inside.
"If my body were still intact, I could have killed him with a sneeze, but the problem is my physical form has been destroyed, leaving only my Dragon Soul. Even with all the skills I have, they cannot be utilized; this is what you Earthlings call ’a good chef can’t cook without rice’."
"You seem to know quite a bit, yet here I am about to die. If I’m finished, you’re finished too!"
Ye Luo smirked, his face full of helplessness.
"Now, your only choice is to try and awaken the Bloodline Power within your body."
Ao Long spoke.
"Bloodline Power?"
Ye Luo’s expression stunned as he used his Clairvoyant Eye to examine the golden blood within his body.
"That’s right, it’s that golden blood. Once you can awaken it, it will ensure you don’t die, but whether it works or not is up to you."
"Great, isn’t this just leaving it up to fate?"
Ye Luo felt extrely dejected inside.
"Young man, I give you one last chance. Embrace my lord, beco a devout follower of my lord, and I can forgive you for your blasphemy."
The Holy Envoy looked at Ye Luo with a charlatan’s appearance.
"Get lost, I’d rather your lord worship ."
Ye Luo cursed disdainfully, as at this point, whether he lived or died, he had resigned himself to fate and didn’t care much anymore.
"Die!"
Hearing Ye Luo’s words, the Holy Envoy was completely furious, wielding his longsword, a definitive Domain enveloping Ye Luo.
Ye Luo imdiately felt as if he were restrained, completely unable to move, like a fish on the chopping board at the rcy of others.
Boom!
The Holy Envoy swung his sword again, and the terrifying sword light distorted heaven and earth—the air was obliterated as the breath of destruction descended upon Ye Luo.
Ye Luo’s hair stood on end; a sense of imminent death clouded his brain, giving him the feeling that he was about to step into Hell the next second.
The dazzling white sword light appeared in Ye Luo’s eyes, then infinitely magnified, about to completely obliterate him.
"No!"
Alice, Ling Qingya, and the other won were all tearfully screaming.
"Damn it!"
Elder Shi, who was in a domain battling Louis XIII at a distance, sensed sothing and his face drastically changed. He was about to extend a hand to help Ye Luo, but Louis XIII blocked him.
At that mont, every one of Ye Luo’s won felt an emptiness in their hearts, as if they had lost sothing vitally important, their complexions starkly changing.
"Not good!"
Elsewhere, far beyond the bounds of mountains and rivers, in a valley, an old man dressed in coarse linen sat cross-legged on a blue stone, his eyes suddenly opening wide as his face changed color.
Just as the old man was about to take action, his expression changed once again.
"No, that’s not right!"
The old man muttered to himself again, his gaze flickering.
Soon after, the old man’s eyes closed slightly and then, a mont later, he opened them sharply.
"So that’s how it is. You really gave a scare there. It seems this is actually a good thing."
The old man spoke words that were incomprehensible to common folk, his profound eyes twinkling with light.
"Kid, don’t let down. Your future depends on your own efforts."
With that, the old man spoke once more, his figure flashing away, vanishing mysteriously from the spot.
anwhile, back in Capital City, in that parking lot.
As the dazzling white sword-light enveloped Ye Luo, he felt as if his whole body had co to a peaceful stillness.
All around was a blinding white expanse, nothing else in sight.
"Have I entered heaven?"
Ye Luo whispered to himself, his eyes filled with reluctance.
He still had many things unfinished, and he had not yet given his won a grand wedding. Dying like this would be a real pity.
"Ye Luo!"
"Big Brother Ye!"
"Young Master!"
"Boss!"
Then, Ye Luo heard a series of calls ringing by his ears, jolting his expression.
"Yu Ru, Qing Ya, Wan Qin..."
"No, I can’t just die like this!"
"I haven’t t my son yet, I haven’t achieved my ideals. I absolutely can’t die!"
Ye Luo couldn’t help but let out a heart-wrenching cry within his heart.
Boom!
Just then, the blank white world in front of Ye Luo’s eyes was suddenly flooded with an endless sea of golden light.
On the outside, just as the radiant white sword-light was about to completely consu Ye Luo, an even more dazzling golden light burst forth from his body.
A terrifying majesty that shook heaven and earth erupted from Ye Luo’s body, like the arrival of an emperor whose might reverberated through the skies.
As this golden light burst out, the white sword-light instantly dissipated into nothing, and the Holy Envoy felt an overwhelming power sweeping over him.
Even as a Controlling Qi Realm expert, he had no power to resist; his body was flung backward, spewing out a mouthful of crimson blood.
At this mont, Ye Luo was shrouded in golden light, his expression solemn, his deanor filled with dignity. He exuded an emperor’s authority, as though he were an emperor reigning over the nine heavens, making all of creation feel a sense of submission.
As for inside Ye Luo’s body, the golden blood began to boil tumultuously and more of his blood started to transform into gold. In the blink of an eye, one-fifth of Ye Luo’s blood had changed into gold.
With the descent of Ye Luo’s imperial majesty, Elder Shi and Louis XIII, as well as Lucifer and another Holy Envoy who were fighting at a distance, all stopped their battle and turned their gazes toward Ye Luo, their eyes filled with astonishnt.
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