: The Third Father Returns in Grand Style

boom!

A dazzling ring of starlight exploded outwards from Xing Jue, forcefully pushing the crazed Ye Wuhen back several feet.

Ye Wuhen flipped in the air and landed steadily.

He stood barefoot on the gravel, his chest charred black by the starlight, yet a smile of extreme excitement and cruelty played on his lips.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood that had splattered on the corner of his mouth, which belonged to Xing Jue.

"This taste..." Ye Wuhen squinted.

Xingjue scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state, his nose bridge collapsed, his face covered in blood, and his once aloof and noble demeanor completely vanished.

He looked at Ye Wuhen, and a hint of fear finally appeared in his eyes.

"You're insane...you're a madman!"

Despite his inferior cultivation and suppressed laws, the killing intent that this man unleashed just now made even a Spirit Awakening Realm cultivator like himself tremble.

This is a fight where no consequences or even life and death are considered.

"Scared?"

Ye Wuhen casually tore off the tattered red robe that was in the way, revealing his muscular upper body.

On his chest, the previously dried-up demonic energy was now burning wildly.

He was burning his own life essence to forcibly exchange for a brief burst of power.

"Are you out of your mind?!"

In the distance, the Qingqiu Grand Elder, who had collapsed to the ground coughing up blood, cried out in terror, "Your original essence has not been restored! Forcibly activating demonic arts like this will sever your meridians!"

Night Without a Trace, he turned a deaf ear.

He glanced back at the cradle.

Wu Bao Jiang Tang was probably stunned by the commotion just now, and was staring blankly at him with her fingers in her mouth.

Sanbao Jiang Yeyao waved her little fists, mumbling incoherently, "Daddy... hit... eat meat..."

A rare glint of tenderness flashed in Ye Wuhen's dark, demonic eyes.

Then, this gentleness transformed into an even more violent and ferocious aura.

"As long as I can kill him..."

Ye Wuhen conjured a long sword out of thin air, entirely constructed of demonic blood, its blade dripping with crimson.

"My life is right here, come and take it if you dare!"

Swish!

He rushed out again.

This time, the speed was even faster and the blade strikes were even more ferocious.

Xingjue was completely terrified by this reckless aura.

This is the lower realm, and his power is suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, so his recovery is extremely slow.

This madman clearly intended to take him down with him!

"Damn it! Damn it!"

As Xingjue retreated, he frantically formed hand seals.

"Star Shuttle! Bomb him to death!"

He roared at the sky.

High above, the enormous magic ship that had been hidden in the clouds suddenly revealed its hideous true form.

The ship's hull opened, revealing a thick cannon barrel that locked onto the desolate abyss below.

The light condensing in the cannon's muzzle was not spiritual energy, but a spatial storm compressed to its extreme!

"not good!"

When Situ Kong arrived at the scene, his face turned deathly pale upon seeing it.

Ye Wuhen paused in his steps.

He looked up at the sky and felt the terrifying pressure that was enough to destroy everything.

If he moves aside, the child will be right behind him.

If we don't dodge...

"Hey."

Ye Wuhen suddenly laughed.

Instead of retreating, he planted the Demon Blood Blade in his hand into the ground, opened his arms, and made an embracing gesture.

The demonic energy condensed behind him into a gigantic demon god image, fiercely protecting the garden behind him.

Come on!

Ye Wuhen roared at the sky, his hair dancing wildly, like a proud and aloof war god.

"Let's see if your cannon is faster, or if my bones are tougher!"

Upon seeing this, Xingjue revealed a ferocious look of pleasure.

"Since you want to die, then so be it! Let this garbage city and I turn to ashes together!"

He suddenly waved his hand.

In the sky, that devastating pillar of light crashed down.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Jiang Lei tried to rush forward, but was firmly pressed to the ground by the oppressive aura.

Chu Anyan closed his eyes in despair. The Grand Elder let out a feeble lament.

The devastating pillar of light, accompanied by a deafening roar, was less than three zhang above Ye Wuhen's head. The wind pressure slightly deformed his muscular physique, and the blood beads seeping from his skin were instantly evaporated by the intense heat. Yet, Ye Wuhen laughed even more wildly, a kind of madness born from a desperate man who, even in dire straits, would still bite back at the very heavens.

At this critical moment.

Suddenly, a sword's cry rang out between heaven and earth.

The sound was initially very soft, like the wind brushing across a harp string, but in an instant it drowned out the thunder and the roar of the pillar of light, exploding directly in the depths of everyone's soul.

Before Xingjue could react, the void on the horizon suddenly twisted, and three long rainbows, like shooting stars burning with life, carrying a terrifyingly crazy aura, smashed through the barrier of space at a speed that was almost instantaneous, and arrived with a bang!

"How dare you touch my son?! Who gave you the audacity?!"

A roar erupted, like thunder from the heavens.

A purple sword light appeared, not from the horizon, but slashing directly out of nothingness. This sword strike had no complex variations, only extreme speed and extreme sharpness; it was the ultimate sword strike of the peak of the Mahayana stage, or even touching upon a higher realm!

laugh!

That spatial pillar of light, powerful enough to annihilate the desolate abyss, was actually cleaved in two by this purple sword light, as if it were a fragile piece of tofu! The torrent of energy surged wildly to both sides, instantly flattening the hundred-mile mountain range outside the desolate abyss city. Only the place where Ye Wuhen stood in the middle remained completely undisturbed, without even a speck of dust being disturbed.

The beam of light dissipated, revealing the enormous starship behind it.

On the starship stood a figure clad in white, stained with blood and exuding a murderous aura. Ji Lingxiao's face was ashen, the price of burning his very essence to forcefully break through the void and return, but the killing intent in his eyes was more chilling than the eternal ice of the far north. The Broken Soul Sword in his hand hummed and trembled, not from fear, but from a bloodthirsty craving.

"Break!"

Ji Lingxiao uttered a single word, then turned his sword and slashed fiercely at the spatial connection between the starship and the Star Desolation.

With a crisp crack, as if some kind of chain of rules had been severed, Xing Jue, who was about to activate the starship's shield, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with horror as he discovered that he had lost control of the magical artifact.

"What... what kind of sword intent is this?!"

Xingjue screamed, his scalp tingling. An unprecedented sense of life and death crisis made him turn around and want to escape back to the void.

"Want to leave? Did you even ask me first!"

A cold snort, carrying an eerie quality that sent shivers down the spines of all living beings.

A cloud of pink mist erupted without warning, instantly sealing off an area of ​​ten miles in radius.

In the void, nine snow-white fox tails, like nine jade pillars supporting the sky, crashed down, completely sealing off all of Xing Jue's escape routes.

Bai Ze's blue robe was tattered, his silver hair was disheveled, and his once clear golden eyes were now narrowed into slits due to extreme anger.

He couldn't even maintain his usual elegance as a demon emperor. His nine tails danced wildly, each tail burning with terrifying demonic power, imprisoning this space like an iron barrel.

"Was it you, you piece of trash, who scared my daughter to tears just now?"

Bai Ze gritted his teeth, his voice sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a ruthless intent to crush someone to dust.

Forced into a corner, Xing Jue was about to speak when he said, "I am from the Canglan Realm..."

"Shut up! Confucius did not speak of strange phenomena, supernatural forces, or disorder!"

Another voice rang out. This voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable majesty, as if it were a divine decree that had been passed down through the heavens.

Chu Jinglan, holding a folding fan, took a step forward. His usual gentle and refined demeanor had vanished, replaced by a tyrannical protectiveness. As his words fell, a surge of righteous energy materialized into golden shackles, descending upon him.

Xingjue felt that the star power that was originally flowing smoothly in his body suddenly became extremely sluggish, as if it had been forcibly locked by some kind of rule. His cultivation at the Spirit Awakening Realm was actually suppressed by 30%!

"What the hell is this place?!" Xing Jue roared inwardly, his mentality completely collapsing.

This is just the lower realm!