This was his only chance to win. Just the Sword of Fate alone wasn't enough to reverse the situation. However, if the last sword of the Three Swords of Fate was included, then he would have the hope of killing this terrifying enemy in front of him.
Mad Venerable Evil Corpse wasn't in peak condition at all. In fact, his life was slipping away. This was his biggest opportunity.
But now, it seemed like Sword Master and Northern Tianzun were barely holding on. They could be breached at any time. There wasn't much time left for him.
"But you dare to hurt me? I will let you taste the most terrible torture in this world. I will let you die crying! " Mad Venerable Evil Corpse's palm shook slightly. The finger bone that had been cut off grew back. This injury wasn't enough to hurt his muscles or bones, but it was enough to make him furious. "I will devour your flesh and blood. I will let your soul sink in my Corpse Dao World forever. I will let you suffer all kinds of suffering!"
"Boom!"
Mad Venerable Evil Corpse's voice fell. In an instant, his fist had already arrived in front of Ye Xiwen. The power of this fist wasn't as terrifying as the Sword of Fate.
It directly pierced through the primal chaos. The primal chaos instantly boiled and rushed towards Ye Xiwen's face. It wanted to smash his head.
"Bang!"
The Great Fortune Robe appeared on Ye Xiwen's body. It erupted with billions of immortal lights and protected him. Mad Venerable Evil Corpse's fist was blocked.
"Great Fortune Robe? It was the famous dao tool of the Fortune Heavenly Monarch. It's a pity that it's in the hands of a Tianzun like you. It's a waste. It should belong to me! "
Mad Venerable Evil Corpse saw the Great Fortune Robe, and greed flashed in his eyes. It wasn't just because of the mysteries of the Great Fortune Robe, but also because it contained the mystery of the rise of the Fortune Heavenly Monarch. Everyone wanted to know the mystery.
"You should try and see if you have the strength to do so!" Ye Xiwen sneered. As Mad Venerable Evil Corpse rushed towards him, he slashed with the Sword of Fate.
"It's useless. Unless you can use the Slash of Chaos again, the Sword of Destiny alone won't be able to break through my defense. Hahahaha, how much stamina do you have left after using the Slash of Chaos?" Mad Venerable Evil Corpse laughed heartily. He wasn't afraid of Ye Xiwen's sword strike. He had refined his body into a divine tool. So, he wasn't afraid of a divine tool of the same level.
"I can't use Slashing Primal Chaos? You think too much! " Ye Xiwen let out another long and loud roar. The spiritual power within his body that seemed to have dried up was suddenly filled to the brim. Then, this surging spiritual power directly poured into the Sword of Destiny.
He raised the Sword of Fate high up in the air. It was as if he wasn't raising a sword, but a river of fate.
"Slash the Chaos!"
Another sword slashed down. This move was completely out of Revered Evil Corpse's expectations. He hadn't expected that Ye Xiwen would be able to recover so quickly. In fact, he had recovered in an instant.
No, that's not right. Ye Xiwen must have some kind of healing medicine on him. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so terrifying.
Violent Corpse Venerable's reaction was quick. He reacted the moment the Cleaving Primal Chaos slashed down. Although this was completely different from what he had said before, he had no choice at this point.
"Whoosh!"
His figure instantly flew tens of millions of miles away, directly avoiding the range of the Sword of Destiny's sharp edge.
"Puchi!"
At this time, an incomparably huge wound burst out on his chest. Fresh blood sprayed into the Chaos.
Although he had avoided the misfortune of being cut in half by Ye Xiwen's sword, he was still swept by Ye Xiwen's sword aura. An incomparably huge wound was torn open on his chest. Endless blood sprayed out, and he couldn't stop it.
Moreover, due to the aggravation of his injuries, he couldn't stop his aging. White hairs began to appear on his jet-black hair.
This was enough to prove that Revered Evil Corpse wasn't truly invincible. He wasn't without weaknesses. If he were an ordinary half-step ruler, this kind of injury wouldn't have been enough to make him so weak.
But Revered Evil Corpse was different. He had reached the end of his life.
It could even be said that if he didn't fight for his last hope, he wouldn't have come out of his grave. He would've just barely resisted the passage of time in his grave. In the end, he wouldn't even have the strength to come out of his grave. In the end, he would die of old age in his grave, buried in the heavens.
He couldn't live past the next era. As powerful as he was, he had to lower his proud head in the face of the passage of time. Reality had proven that immortality was the eternal path of cultivation.
But since he had already come out of his grave, he had no other way out. He had to use a considerable portion of his strength to suppress the passage of time in his body. He had to slow down his aging, and he had to do his best to maintain his youth and peak.
If he had really aged to that extent, even if he was still powerful as a half-step ruler, it would still be nothing compared to the person before him.
But now, Ye Xiwen's sword had severely injured him. His cultivation couldn't suppress the passing of his life, and his hair gradually turned white.
"So, you're only so-so. How much longer do you think you can live?" Ye Xiwen looked at him coldly. "Look at your ugly appearance. The way you struggle to survive is just like an old dog that has lost its home!"
"Time, time, time!" Violent Venerable Evil Corpse looked at Ye Xiwen in a frenzy. Ye Xiwen had broken his technique and reduced him to such a state. An unimaginable killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"I'll kill you now, then go and encircle the Martial Epoch's Heavenly Dao. I'll seize that final opportunity. I still have a chance to survive. So, you must die!"
Revered Evil Corpse was forced into a dead end. Ye Xiwen could buy time, and he could kill him with the power of time alone.
But Revered Evil Corpse couldn't. If he dragged it out, he would die. But he didn't know that Ye Xiwen didn't plan to drag it out. He could wait, but the common people couldn't. The Fortune God Dynasty couldn't.
Every minute, every second, countless people died tragically. Their anguished wails rushed into Ye Xiwen's mind. Ever since he became the leader of the Fortune God Dynasty, he had faintly formed a connection with the common people of the world. He could feel their despair and desolation.
"Roar!"
Revered Evil Corpse let out a loud roar. In an instant, boundless corpse qi spread out. It was as if time had frozen. He was burning his life source to freeze time, so he wouldn't age. At the very least, he had to survive until he killed Ye Xiwen. After devouring his blood essence, he would be able to extend his life for a period of time.
In order to survive, he had gone crazy!
As the boundless corpse qi spread out, Revered Evil Corpse's injuries healed at an astonishing speed. His white hair returned to its original jet-black color.
It was as if he had been reborn, returning to his peak state. It wasn't the time when he was struggling to catch his breath, but the true peak state. It was the peak state he had been in many eras ago.
This feeling intoxicated him, and he almost immersed himself in the feeling of being at his peak.
"Eastern Heavenly Venerable of the Fortune God Dynasty, you've forced me to this point. Only death awaits you!"
Revered Evil Corpse's expression became increasingly cold. Corpse Dao Laws surged out from his body, and his entire body shone brightly, freezing the chaos in place.
"It's not certain who will die and who will live. Everything you have is fake, an illusory existence. In fact, you don't have a peak state. Let me personally shatter your fantasy!"
Ye Xiwen could feel that Revered Evil Corpse had become stronger, but he wasn't afraid. He could only fight.
"Fake? You dare to say that I'm fake? " Revered Evil Corpse roared, and his figure directly rushed in front of Ye Xiwen. It was as if he had teleported, and his speed was much faster than before. In an instant, he was already in front of Ye Xiwen.
"Eternal Corpse Dao!"
Revered Evil Corpse blasted out a punch. In an instant, the world seemed to be dyed by the power of this punch into a world of corpse dao. No one could stop this power.
This punch carried an unimaginable power, and directly blasted towards Ye Xiwen.
"Bang!"
The enchantment of Ye Xiwen's Good Fortune Precious Robe shattered with a resounding sound. Evil Corpse Violent Venerable was truly terrifying and powerful at this time. Compared to his current peak state, he was like a dancing clown when he was struggling to catch his breath. There was simply no comparison.
This punch directly blasted on the Good Fortune Treasure Robe, and circles of energy ripples appeared on the Good Fortune Treasure Robe. Although it blocked the punch and didn't let it penetrate the robe, the terrifying and violent power contained in this punch still bombarded Ye Xiwen's body.
"Puff!"
Ye Xiwen spurted out a mouthful of blood, which blossomed into a bloody flower amidst the chaos. His entire body instantly flew backwards for millions of miles before he finally came to a stop. He only felt that his internal organs were churning up and down.
If it were anyone else, even a peak Heavenly Venerable, their body would instantly explode after being hit by this punch through the Good Fortune Treasure Robe.
This was Revered Evil Corpse's true combat power, and it was terrifying to the extreme.
"I don't need more than ten moves to kill you. Not to mention that you're wearing the Good Fortune Treasure Robe, even if the Good Fortune Heavenly Monarch was wearing the Good Fortune Treasure Robe, I can still defeat him!" As Revered Evil Corpse recovered to his peak state, his heart also seemed to have returned to the stage where he was the only one in the world, and he didn't put anyone in his eyes.
"If you want to kill me, then try and see!" A phoenix cry resounded in Ye Xiwen's body, and the injuries from before had already recovered. His entire body was glowing, and he held the Fate Sword in his hand. Instead of retreating, he rushed forward again.
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