A pure-white divine sword slowly floated up before Wei Tongbei.
Its grade wasn’t particularly high. There was a hollow at the center—perfect for storing a god clan soul.
Perhaps what had just happened had left a shadow in Wei Tongbei’s mind.
He still didn’t put his hand on the sword; he kept a full ter between himself and the blade.
His left hand shifted through sword seals, gathering sword montum to sever Ye Yu’s divine body.
This ti, Wei Tongbei put away every trace of contempt and prepared to go all out.
But Ye Yu showed a mocking smile, scratched his forehead, then raised a finger toward the space behind Wei Tongbei.
“If you want to refine into a sword soul, it’s not impossible. But your opponent right now is her, not .”
At the words, Wei Tongbei snapped a look over his shoulder—and saw Heng Xuanzhen hovering in the air not far away.
Sword intent rolled off her, making heaven and earth change color.
A surging pressure swept across the field in an instant.
“I, Heng Xuanzhen of the seventeenth generation of Ancient Sword Gorge, will purge my sect here.”
Her clear voice rang through the barrier.
With a sudden swing of her sword, a brilliant arc burst forth, as if unfolding the world itself.
The barrier formation Wei Tongbei had laid was the first to fail; it shattered on the spot.
At the sa ti, a figure streaked outward—
—Ye Yu, of course.
Restoring Heng Xuanzhen’s combat power served one purpose: let her cut down Wei Tongbei.
Once Wei Tongbei died, the sword-qi barrier around them would collapse at once.
That would be Ye Yu’s best chance to get out.
He hadn’t expected Heng Xuanzhen to split the barrier with a single stroke.
If he didn’t run now, when would he?
As for how the final duel would end—did it even matter?
To Ye Yu, it ant nothing.
Whether Wei Tongbei or Heng Xuanzhen won, his fate wouldn’t be pretty.
Never mind the divine pill; even a life-saving favor wouldn’t sway him.
Ye Yu never gambled on a god’s good nature.
If Heng Xuanzhen went truly dark, there was no guarantee she wouldn’t finish off a suspected Tongtian Pavilion yokai god after killing Wei Tongbei.
As for Wei Tongbei, say no more.
So from start to finish, only one road lay open before Ye Yu.
Of all the stratagems, the best is to run first.
Fortunately, the escape went very smoothly.
Within a few breaths, Ye Yu had already fled tens of thousands of li.
Now, finally, he could catch his breath—right?
No denying it, the recent fighting had been intense enough to overwhelm anyone.
A pity about that peak Heavenly God demon conversion, though.
Damn Wei Tongbei—you really deserve to die!
Ye Yu couldn’t help cursing.
But in the next second, a heavy voice bood between heaven and earth.
“I do deserve to die. But before I do, I’ll take you with !”
At that, Ye Yu’s eyes widened.
That—was Wei Tongbei’s voice!
He scanned the surroundings and abruptly sensed a powerful aura racing in from due north.
No—two auras.
One chasing, one fleeing.
In a blink, the figures ca into view.
The one in front was, without a doubt, Wei Tongbei.
He looked like a berserker bathed in blood—crimson from head to toe, a revenant striding out of hell.
Behind him was Heng Xuanzhen.
At the sight, Ye Yu nearly broke.
Seriously? Seriously?
You crusty old bastard—your temper is that bad? I curse you from ten thousand li away and you chase down with a blade?
Isn’t that a bit much?
And in that state—how are you not dead from blood loss?
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Even blood fiends aren’t this tanky.
Grumbling inwardly, Ye Yu dove at full speed toward the mountain ranges below—
—hoping to use the terrain to shake off Wei Tongbei’s pursuit.
He shouted, “Heng Xuanzhen, can you do it or not? I fed you a divine pill and you still can’t finish him?”
Two voices answered at once.
Wei Tongbei barked, “Don’t think you can run, boy. I’ll cut you down!”
Heng Xuanzhen said, low and steady, “I’m doing everything I can.”
Before the words faded, Wei Tongbei flicked a finger—countless sword shadows scread toward Ye Yu.
Luckily, Ye Yu was fast enough to barely evade.
Even so, the distance between them kept shrinking.
All the while, Heng Xuanzhen hurled divine arts at Wei Tongbei.
He dodged when he could; when he couldn’t, he took them head-on—made it clear he wouldn’t stop until Ye Yu was dead.
There was no help for it; that was the optimal choice.
He couldn’t kill Heng Xuanzhen, so he had to go after Ye Yu.
Even taking ten thousand steps back: without Ye Yu today, Heng Xuanzhen would have died for sure.
You ruined my plans, Ye Yu—who else would I kill if not you?
Logically, not a flaw in it.
And carrying it out couldn’t be simpler.
Two breaths later, Wei Tongbei was already on top of Ye Yu.
Only about three ters separated them.
At that distance, Ye Yu had nowhere to go.
“Junior sister, rember this—you stole the inheritance that should have been mine. So I’ll destroy everything you are. Sa sect, Dao partner—everything dies.”
With that, Wei Tongbei seized Ye Yu by the sleeve.
Under his control, sword-qi whirled down like a tornado to engulf them both.
This was a pure one-for-one trade.
An Ancient God realm life for a True God.
Only a madman like Wei Tongbei would do it.
Heng Xuanzhen’s eyes flew wide.
She tried to rush in, but it was too late—she simply couldn’t make it.
In the next instant, sword-qi shredded everything in that section of the sky.
All things turned to powder.
Heaven and earth grew still again. Heng Xuanzhen stood there in a daze.
Were they both dead just now?
Why had she glimpsed only one person, faintly, at the very end?
anwhile, elsewhere, Ye Yu had arrived in a strange place.
Everything around him looked... familiar.
A prosperous Divine Alliance, and a host of demon gods.
This was... Tongtian Pavilion?
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