Chapter 79

When Xun Yi fell to the ground, Wu Pan’s face changed drastically. He poured all his divine power into the sword, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "I’ll fight you to the death!"

The divine power exploded, and a ten-zhang-wide sword aura swept across the divine hall. Pillars of the hall collapsed, and even the tables and divine seats were affected.

The golden divine sword blocked, and Sun Jian praised, "What a fine waist cut, but the way of the sword is not the same as the way of the saber." Seemingly thinking of something, his face showed disgust: "The king’s sword and the tyrant’s saber, how can the way of the saber compare to the way of the sword?" He pointed, shattering Wu Pan’s divine body. Divine power surged, and the damaged hall was restored.

"Too heavy-handed." Sun Jian’s expression was poor, and he kept shaking his head, thinking of an enemy in the Heavenly Martial Palace.

"Once I rise again, I will uproot that person and his entire lineage." Struggling to calm his emotions, Sun Jian stepped over Xun Yi’s body, preparing to continue suppressing the city gods.

Suddenly, Xun Yi sprang up, the wooden sword in his hand changing color, emitting a golden-green light along with a vast sword intent.

"Green Cypress and Flourishing Mausoleum." The final move of the Maoling Sword Technique, and the last hidden move of the three.

Cypress garden and flying snow, the years vast. This was the final move of the Twelve Tree Sword Technique. Controlling the wood qi to restore life, the cypress remains green through the seasons.

The final move triggered, and the vitality in Xun Yi’s body gathered, continuously healing his wounds with the "Spring Revival" divine ability, except for the hole in his chest, all other flesh wounds were healed.

Sun Jian saw the sword move and also noticed the stone in Xun Yi’s chest.

"No heart?" He was stunned for a moment, then casually triggered the power of the divine sword in his palm to counterattack. "If courage alone were enough, why would we need strength?" Thinking of his own past, his face turned cold, and he raised his sword to meet the attack.

Suddenly, his strength seemed to vanish like a stone in the sea, and the divine sword no longer responded. Sun Jian turned to see the golden divine sword slowly petrifying, the source being a spot of blood on the handle.

That was the blood of Xun Yi, which had accidentally stained it.

The blood-stained divine sword, the golden sword, was directly sealed after being stained by Xun Yi’s blood, indicating a deep connection between the two.

"Are you of the royal bloodline of the Zhao Kingdom?" Sun Jian’s face was a mix of emotions, changing rapidly: "Oh no, I’ve attacked the wrong person."

Various thoughts raced through his mind, but Xun Yi was unaware of them. Gathering all his wood spirit qi, he fiercely stabbed Sun Jian’s chest with the Green Cypress and Flourishing Mausoleum. The sword intent, infused with the power of the third heaven, was eternal and unchanging, piercing through Sun Jian’s heart with the coldness of winter.

"Fine, even if you are of the Zhao Emperor’s bloodline, so what? I’ll kill you and find another one later." Determined, he used his left hand to block the chest, forcefully gripping Xun Yi’s wooden sword.

"Heavenly Gang Battle Qi, shatter!" The wooden sword was crushed by the iron-like hand, and Sun Jian was about to send Xun Yi to his death when he suddenly saw a glint in Xun Yi’s eyes.

Sun Jian felt something was wrong, but before he could defend himself, the Heavenly Dao sword spirit from the broken wooden sword instantly struck his heart. The Heavenly Dao sword spirit was unstoppable, and with a "pu" sound, blood spurted, leaving a large wound in Sun Jian’s chest.

However, the Heavenly Gang Battle Qi healed quickly, and the wound began to close.

"Stop!" Xun Yi, having no other strength after this move, only managed to point his finger at Sun Jian’s forehead.

Sun Jian was stunned, feeling another half of the city god seal enter his body through contact. At the same time, Xun Yi, leaning on him, had no strength to resist. His finger slid down, leaving a blood trail on Sun Jian’s handsome face.

"What the hell, he actually gave me the city god seal at the end."

But the next moment, Sun Jian understood.

As the city god seal entered his body, the seal he had created resonated, and the two seals began to merge. During the merging, his divine power found it difficult to suppress the other city gods.

"Damn it." The city god seal was restrained, and he could only watch as the names on the golden register danced, feeling the anger of the distant city gods.

Rumbling.

The earth of the city god, and many cities outside Jinglong City simultaneously burst with divine light.

"Everyone, join forces to suppress him!" The city god of Jinglong City shouted.

"Alright!" The city gods, filled with anger, joined forces to channel their divine power into Jinglong City, forcefully using the power of the gods to bring down layers of worlds.

Each county city god had a third heaven world, and these worlds combined to form a fourth heaven world, crushing down with the supreme power of the earth, overwhelming force, and the weight of mountains.

Sun Jian’s face was grim. If more than 70% of the local spirits retaliated, they could completely strip him of his city god seal and hand it over to the Heavenly Court. After the fourth heaven world crushed down, Sun Jian’s body stiffened, suppressed by layers of worlds and mountainous domains, unable to move a finger.

The city god seal was stripped from his forehead, floating in the air, hesitating to fall.

Sun Jian looked at the powerless youth leaning on him, gritting his teeth: "You tricked me."

Xun Yi’s lips curled into a smile, uglier than a cry: "The city god seal is out of my body, and those city gods are not fools. It seems I’ve won."

Leaning on Sun Jian, Xun Yi’s body slowly softened. The heart fragment from Xun Tan fell, and the stone in his chest lost its connection, breaking the link with Xun Yi.

Vitality gradually disappeared, pupils dilated, and body temperature dropped. If not for the vitality gathered during the Green Cypress and Flourishing Mausoleum, he would have already died.

But now he was on the brink of death, half alive, half dead, consciousness fading.

"Still a bit unwilling. After all this, I even found my mother’s soul, and now I’m going to die here?"

The loss of sensation, the cold body, involuntarily reminded Xun Yi of the heavy snowfall of years ago. The bone-chilling cold, lying in a pool of blood, waiting for his life to ebb away.

"Struggled to live from the snow, am I going to die again now?" Suddenly, his consciousness became clearer, struggling, making an effort to maintain the last bit of clarity.

"No, I’m not willing." A cry came from the depths of his spirit, and Xun Yi used his last strength to sense the spirit platform.

The merit tree, as usual, red light and shadows shining, each flower of divine abilities flickering with spiritual light.

"Spring Revival."

Consciousness connected to the divine ability, like a withered tree coming back to life, gradually stimulating the remaining vitality in his body.

But without a heart, there was no way to circulate blood, and the stimulation of vitality only accelerated its loss.

"Flame urging the flower, how can it last long?" Sun Jian looked at the youth with pity: "Sorry, if I had known you were the descendant of the Zhao Emperor, I would have been lighter, just knocking you out, but now..."

Pu.

Suddenly, Sun Jian’s chest ached, blood spurted, and the wound that was beginning to heal slowly widened.

Eyes wide open, Xun Yi’s hand reached into his chest, forcefully using sword qi to enlarge the wound, tearing out his heart and a mass of blood vessels.

"You..." Sun Jian was incredulous, what was this guy trying to do, use his own heart to replace his?

Struggling to reach out to stop him, but now Sun Jian was suppressed by the power of the gods, unable to move a finger.

Xun Yi looked up, and Sun Jian saw those dark pupils, unable to speak. Black qi rose from Xun Yi’s body, a sense of unwillingness and resentment spreading.

"Something’s wrong, this isn’t his own will."

Sun Jian’s martial soul could sense the howls of countless resentful spirits.

"It’s as if... as if he harbors countless resentful spirits within him."

Stunned, he watched Xun Yi struggle to dig out his heart and slowly place it in his own chest.

A thousand miles away, on Guangyao Mountain, Meng Han was talking to the martial soul in his body. Suddenly, the symbol in his mind moved, and a surge of resentment and unwillingness flooded his body.

"Heavenly Martial Soul Suppression" The martial soul in his body suppressed the resentful thoughts: "The resentful spirits in your body have erupted again. This time, there doesn’t seem to be any external stimulation."

"It’s not me. It’s responding to a distant resentment." Meng Han was surprised and uncertain, his gaze looking in a certain direction: "Yuan Zai, can you recognize which direction that is?"

Yuan Zai, the name of the martial soul in Meng Han’s body, used the martial soul to sense: "Longchuan County, Miaoxian, or Jinglong City." As he spoke, Meng Han suddenly turned and used his divine ability. Shrinking the earth, he crossed the land to Jinglong City.

"If it’s Jinglong City, could it be that Xun Yi is in trouble?"

The martial soul did not stop him. The martial soul’s感应 (induction) seemed to sense the presence of a fellow disciple in that direction. "Heavenly Gang Battle Qi, I wonder which fellow disciple of the Heavenly Martial Palace is here. It can’t be one of the rebels of the Tyrant Saber, can it?"

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