Cleansing the Glory, Illuminating Three Lives!
Three saber lights intersected above the altar illuminated by resplendent holy light and pierced through Wang Fei.
Wang Fei's lifeforce drained at a visible rate. No matter how much the dynasty's Dragon Vein replenished it with Dragon Essence, it could not slow down the loss of lifeforce.
The three figures slowly merged. It was like time and space layered over each other as many scenes flashed. These were Xiao Chen's present, past, and future. However, the scenes were blurry and distorted, disappearing in a flash. One could not clearly see what was happening.
No one had expected such a scene ….
From the very start, Xiao Chen did not hold the advantage against Wang Fei, who had the dynasty's Dragon Vein. Practically no one felt that they could defeat Wang Fei. Even if they could, they could not kill him.
However, Wang Fei was about to die now. This was real, not faked at all.
"Damn it! How can it be like this? How did Wang Fei die …"
The imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor was stupefied in the palace in the clouds. A flustered expression flashed in his eyes.
Although Wang Fei still showed signs of life, given their cultivation, they could tell that he was already dead.
The instant the three saber lights intersected, Wang Fei died.
Right now, the dynasty's Dragon Vein was using its supreme Dragon Essence to forcibly extend Wang Fei's life. However, this was like filling a bottomless bottle with water.
No matter how much water one had, one could not fill the bottle to the brim. In the end, it would empty.
"Imperial Ancestor …"
The other elders showed flustered expressions. They looked at the imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor at a loss, clearly asking what they should do if Wang Fei died.
In their plan, Wang Fei's death wasn't part of it.
With the dynasty's Dragon Vein supporting him, he was an unrivaled existence in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. He was the heavens of that world. How could he die at the hands of others?
With Wang Fei's death, the imperial ancestral temple's many plans could not be carried out.
The suppressed Yan Emperor's expression changed slightly. Shock flashed in his eyes as the Yan Imperial Sword in his hand trembled slightly.
He could already draw his sword again.
However, the Yan Emperor's face turned ashen. He had no desire to draw his sword at all. His heart remained deathly still, not having any thoughts.
The Yan Emperor should hate Xiao Chen. However, he could not do so. It was the imperial ancestral temple's Imperial Ancestor and the others who pushed Wang Fei to the edge of the abyss.
However, the imperial ancestral temple's elders were his uncles. Similarly, he could not hate them.
Right now, he was the loser. The Imperial Ancestral Temple's elders were also the losers.
Is the Yanwu Dynasty really unable to avoid a calamity?
Thinking of this, the Yan Emperor could not help but close his eyes in despair, feeling disheartened.
In the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb:
The group of Great Perfection Sovereign Emperors fighting stopped what they were doing at the same time. They looked at Wang Fei, who had been pierced by three sabers, with some confusion.
"Big brother is going to die?"
The expressions of the Eighth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince changed slightly as joy and surprise appeared in their eyes.
With the death of the Eldest Prince, that great threat would be completely eliminated. His subordinates would also be forcefully teleported out.
At that time, the position of Crown Prince would only be between the two of them.
No, there was another person …
Wang Feng said indifferently, "The next one has to be Ninth Brother. You don't have any objections, right?"
The Thirteenth Prince Wang Yi smiled coldly and said, "That's exactly what I wanted."
The two did not feel any heartache over Wang Fei's death. Instead, they quickly set their sights on their next competitor.
The coldness of the two was startling.
Right now, only the Ninth Prince was still refining the Yan Imperial Sword. If he could perfectly merge his Great Dao with the dynasty's Dragon Vein, the Ninth Prince would be the only one left.
If he could perfectly merge his Great Dao with the dynasty's Dragon Vein, he could become the second "First Prince."
"This?"
Yan Cangming, who was conversing with Lin Feng, felt greatly startled, his expression changing dramatically.
Yan Cangming raised his eyebrows and looked at Lord Xi in the distance. Lord Xi still showed a calm expression, unable to tell what he was thinking.
"You are very surprised. It looks like Wang Fei really did not deserve to die."
Lin Feng keenly noticed Yan Cangming's expression. There seemed to be some hidden secrets.
Yan Cangming withdrew his gaze and said after some thought, "If that person is willing, no one can kill Wang Fei. Since Wang Fei is dead, it means that the First Prince no longer has any value. Senior Brother, I can no longer understand this Go puzzle. If possible, I hope that you can help me at the crucial moment. Stand in the shoes of a Flood Dragon Human and help my junior brother. The world is about to undergo a great change. My Flood Dragon Human Race is facing a once-in-a-hundred-thousand-years opportunity! "
"Whoosh!"
Yan Cangming sent a voice projection to Lin Feng. After saying that, his figure flashed far away, leaving the somewhat confused Lin Feng behind.
The world is about to undergo a great change. The Flood Dragon Human Race is facing a once-in-a-hundred-thousand-years opportunity.
Senior Brother, you have to help me … Yan Cangming's words lingered in Lin Feng's mind as he entered deep thought.
Most importantly, who was the person that Yan Cangming mentioned? Based on that person's tone, even Lin Feng felt reverence.
Who exactly is this person? Who is so horrifying?
"Whoosh!"
Xiao Chen's three figures slowly merged. It was like time and space layered over each other, and many scenes flashed by.
The scenes all showed Xiao Chen's past, present, and future. However, the scenes were distorted and blurry, appearing and disappearing in a flash.
A scarlet flame shot over. The Demon Blood Vulture descended from the sky and caught the swaying Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen sheathed his saber and held the wound on his chest, appearing pale.
That earlier saber strike was the Three Life Flower and not the Three Life Flower.
Xiao Chen used the state of cycle to drive the Mahāmāyā Abstinence Violation Saber Technique to execute the Three Life Flower.
Xiao Chen traveled to the past and the future, merging the three saber strikes into one. Wang Fei, who revealed an opening, would die for sure.
Originally, Xiao Chen wanted to execute the stronger Colorless Killing. However, Merciless Killing was hard to control, and he was not confident of success. Hence, he could only settle for the next best thing, executing the more mature Three Life Flower. Otherwise, he would not be able to kill the First Prince, who was one with the world.
No matter how severely injured he was, Wang Fei could rely on his horrifying Dragon Essence to instantly recover. He had a nearly undying body.
However, Xiao Chen's eyes were filled with doubt. He did not relax at all.
The instant Xiao Chen executed the Three Life Flower, he felt a horrifying killing intent. The fear that killing intent brought was something he had never felt before.
Xiao Chen nearly could not execute it successfully. He even thought of giving up.
However, that person seemed to have confirmed something. His killing intent suddenly vanished, and he successfully executed the Three Life Flower.
What did he confirm?
A bright light flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. After he confirmed that my saber strike could kill Wang Fei, he chose to give up.
That's right. That must be it.
If my saber strike could only severely injure Wang Fei, he would have made a move to block it. If I could kill Wang Fei, he would have chosen to give up and reap the benefits.
There was only one explanation. Xiao Chen could not kill Wang Fei, who was one with the world, in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
Perhaps he had to pay a huge price to do so, which was why he sent me to kill Wang Fei.
Xiao Chen's gaze fell on the black-clad Xi, who wore a mask over his left eye, below the altar. Many doubts flashed in his eyes.
However, even though someone used him, Xiao Chen did not feel any regret in his heart.
Xiao Chen had three purposes in coming to the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
He wanted to help Wang Yan become the crown prince and wait for the Ethereal Immortal Palace to appear.
He had never told anyone about his third purpose, only hiding it deep in his heart. However, he had never forgotten it. It was like a sharp knife carving into his heart.
Kill Wang Fei!
Wang Fei had to die. He had to pay the price for his little martial nephew, Ling Yu's death.
Even if Xiao Chen had to face the boundless pursuit of the entire imperial ancestral temple, he had to kill Wang Fei.
On that day, the scene of Ling Yu committing suicide made Xiao Chen swear in his heart that he had waited for this day for a long time.
Wang Fei's body fell off the altar. When he felt his lifeforce ebbing like sand, his eyes filled with despair.
Dissatisfaction. He was not willing to die like this.
When Wang Fei saw Xi below the altar, a trace of hope appeared in his despairing eyes.
This man, whom he could not see through, possessed horrifying strength. Perhaps … perhaps he had a chance.
"Lord Xi, save me … If I die, you will not have a chance, either."
Wang Fei muttered as he looked at Xi with hope.
Xi said calmly, "Sorry, Your Highness, you are already dead. Even a True God cannot save you."
"No!"
Wang Fei shouted in despair as he grasped his Yan Imperial Sword helplessly. However, no matter how much despair he felt, he could not change the reality. The instant he landed, his body scattered like sand.
Everyone in and out of the area watched this scene incredulously.
The insufferably arrogant Wang Fei, who had merged with the dynasty's Dragon Veins and could be said to be unrivaled, died just like that.
Not even dregs remained. The person that everyone thought would become the crown prince was gone, just like that.
"Hiss!
After the First Prince died, the figures of his guests flickered continuously. This was the rule of the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb. After a prince died, his guests could no longer remain in the Ancient Yan Emperor Tomb.
However, just as these people's figures slowly turned blurry …
The black-clad masked man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the First Prince's Yan Imperial Sword.
"Whoosh!"
The sword immediately burst forth with a soaring demonic light, turning the entire sky dark. The Azure Lotus Holy Son and the others' figures turned blurry. The instant the black-clad masked man grabbed the Yan Imperial Sword, he forcibly pulled them back.
"The Yan Imperial Sword is rather impressive. That's not right … it should be called the Demonic Imperial Sword now!"
Xi ferociously tore off his black robes, revealing the noble and evil dragon robes inside. That was the Xuewu Dynasty's dragon robes.
Xi tossed the black robes into the air and turned into a blood moon rising into the sky.
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