Everyone in the vast battlefield stopped fighting and turned their eyes to Ye Futian.
Saint Plane cultivators were going through the Divine Catastrophe, and their attacks were imbued with the rules of the great path.
Saint Zhi, the Head Saint of Zhisheng Cliffs, had reached the second level of the Divine Steps and was unfathomable. He was ranked 30th on the Saint Ranking, so no one thought that Saint Zhi would trade his life with Ye Futian.
The bloody palm covered the sky and continued to press down on the Village Chief's body, which had turned into a sword, under the gaze of countless eyes. The sky seemed to have collapsed under the palm and blood stained Saint Zhi's palm. However, he seemed to have felt no pain at all. Life and death were nothing to him, and those injuries were nothing to him.
Before he died, he would at least take the Holy Zhi Palace down with him.
He would kill Ye Futian, Yu Sheng, Yaya, and Hua Jieyu. Be it in the future or in the future, the Holy Zhi Palace would still be destroyed.
Ye Futian and the others looked incredibly small under that palm. While they all had powers that were invincible below Saint Plane, the one who wanted to kill them was a true Saint.
They saw the monstrous demonic might on Yu Sheng. They saw Yaya's ponytail unravel and her long hair fly. They also saw Hua Jieyu transform into an empress, trying to use her telekinesis to stop the descending palm print.
Of course, they also saw the unparalleled light emanating from Ye Futian. The extreme light, which had been deliberately concealed, rose like an emperor and was infused into the Halberd of Time and Space. It was as if it was going to pierce through the sky.
"Boom!"
A muffled sound rang out as the blood-colored palm print descended upon them.
Yaya held the Divine Sword and blasted the palm down. Her long hair danced wildly and the boundless sword will was crushed. The boundless sword will even rolled back and pierced into her body.
Yu Sheng held the battle-ax with both hands, and his demon-like body slammed the battle-ax into the palm print. The battle-ax was sent flying and crashed into his body, but he did not retreat. His body remained upright, and his hands slammed into the blood-colored palm print, trying to lift him up. Rumbling sounds of explosions rang out, and his demon-like body continued to explode. Dark red blood flowed from the wounds.
Hua Jieyu's eyes were extremely demonic, as if they did not belong to her. The shadow behind her merged with her body, and a terrifying psychic storm was born, controlling all the power in the area, trying to stop the blood-red palm from falling. Her frail body was fearless at that moment. She slapped out with her hands, and the storm blasted them out.
"Boom …"
Ye Futian's Halberd of Time and Space blasted out, bringing with it endless power into the center of the palm, wanting to tear it apart. However, he was only able to tear a small gap. His body felt as if it was about to collapse and his organs were about to collapse.
The violent sounds continued, and the might of the Great Path pressed down, but the power of the blood-colored palm print had weakened quite a bit. After all, the Village Chief had transformed into a sword to attack the palm print, so he naturally blocked part of the power.
But even so, it was still not enough.
Their bodies were all crushed and destroyed in a frenzy. They spat up blood. Saint Zhi had never intended to let them live.
Hua Jieyu's demonic eyes looked at Ye Futian. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears. Her body seemed to be burning, and her divine will seemed to be burning as well. Endless power rained down from above and melted into her body. A power that did not belong to her was released.
"I am willing to sacrifice myself in exchange for a thought from the Empress."
A solemn and despairing voice was heard. Saintly might seemed to have appeared on Hua Jieyu's body, and there was even a sliver of supreme imperial might. Even the look in her eyes seemed to have changed. Her eyes were filled with indifference as she looked up into the sky.
Using her divine will as a guide and sacrificing herself in exchange for a thought from the Empress, her divine will drew the catastrophe of the great path in the sky. Hua Jieyu's hands were still holding the palm. Her body and divine will seemed to be burning as well, drawing the catastrophe of the great path. She went against the flow and split the bloody palm, tearing it apart bit by bit.
"Die!" Saint Zhi roared and continued to press down, wanting to kill those before him at all costs.
Yaya's body seemed to have been torn apart by swords. Endless flashes of the sword burst from her body. She turned around and looked at Ye Futian and Hua Jieyu, murmuring, "Brother, Yaya is leaving."
Unparalleled flashes of the sword burst with her body as soon as she said that. A huge pattern of a sword appeared on the palm. Endless swords appeared in the sky all of a sudden. Even the swords of countless swordsmen in the vast battlefield rang and flew out of their hands, heading for Yaya.
Countless people looked at the scene in shock and felt their hearts tremble. At that moment, the saints had finally arrived. Saint Li and Saint Jiang had both arrived, their saintly might pervading the air.
However, at that moment, the barefooted girl's hair billowed in a frenzy. Boundless sword will was born within her body, and her body changed bit by bit. Even her face and her bearing changed. While she still had Yaya's face, she seemed to be growing rapidly, maturing and filled with a sense of sacredness. Her eyes looked at Saint Zhi in the air with a spirit of looking down on the world and a cold murderous intent.
"Boom …"
The palm print was finally shattered by the psychic attack and the sword aura. The endless swords in the sky became one, turning into a single sword that pulsed with a beam of sword light capable of destroying everything in its path.
Saint Zhi's eyes widened as the sword was unleashed. The next moment, a beam of sword light pierced through his body. Saint Zhi's body was shattered right there and then, reduced to nothing.
In an instant, the head saint of Zhisheng Cliffs was completely reduced to dust, dissipating from the world.
The towering sword will dissipated and the girl's body floated down weakly. The holy sword flashed and appeared beneath the girl, lifting her up and slowly floating in the air.
The village chief knelt on the ground, prostrating in the air. Tears appeared in his old eyes. It was unknown whether he was crying for Yaya's disappearance or for his master's return, or perhaps it was both.
Yu Sheng's demon-like body fell from the air. Ye Futian was the same. His body hung limply, blood flowing from his mouth. His eyes looked in the direction of Hua Jieyu and Yaya, and there were tears in his beautiful eyes as well.
"No …" he said in a low voice. His voice seemed rather hoarse. His heart ached, and it was extremely painful.
The reason why he felt sorry for Yaya all those years ago and asked her to call him brother was because he had already guessed what would happen to Yaya. She would be a pitiful girl.
Now, his guess had come true. Yaya had disappeared, and the one who would replace her might still be Yaya. Or perhaps it would be the Sword Saint of the Void, whose name once shook the world.
He looked at Hua Jieyu, and his heart ached as if it was about to split open.
Hua Jieyu's body was burning, and she seemed to be turning into nothingness bit by bit. Just like him, she fell powerlessly. She turned around with difficulty, and her demonic eyes became clear. It was as if she had returned to herself. There were tears in her beautiful eyes, but there was also a bright smile.
Finally, everything should be over.
Saint Zhi had been killed, and all the saints had come. No one in the Nine States would be able to kill him anymore.
Wasn't such an ending beautiful?
But the will of the emperor was burning, and as for Emperor Xia … he hoped that he would be able to get through this.
"Bang."
Ye Futian's body fell to the ground. He stretched out his trembling hands and caught Hua Jieyu's falling body. Her body was light as a feather, as if she was weightless, and she dissipated bit by bit.
"Jieyu."
Ye Futian's heart ached as if it was bleeding. He looked up and shouted, "Senior Saint Jiang."
Saint Jiang glanced at the sky below and stood there silently. There was nothing he could do to reverse the situation.
Hua Jieyu's beautiful eyes were still smiling. She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch Ye Futian's cheek. She whispered, "I can't be your empress anymore."
"No." Ye Futian shook his head. "I don't agree."
Endless green light poured into Hua Jieyu's body, but it was useless. It still could not stop her body from dissipating.
"Remember, don't ever marry a woman as lousy as me. Your empress is a woman who will make the Nine Heavens pale in comparison." Hua Jieyu's illusory figure was still smiling, but for some reason, she could not stop her tears from flowing.
"I promised you that the empress can only be you."
"Idiot," Hua Jieyu said softly. "But you have to promise me that you won't let her bully you. In this world, I'm the only one who can bully you."
"Only you can." Ye Futian's tears fell like rain.
"Yeah, it feels so easy now. But why is it that I don't have a heart anymore, and yet it still hurts so much. Can souls also cry?" Her body became more and more illusory. Gradually, she turned into a blurry shadow, but her face was still covered in tears.
Endless light surrounded Hua Jieyu's body and flowed into the void. Hua Jieyu felt that there was an invisible force calling her.
Was this the call of the Grim Reaper?
"Promise me that you will live well." Her illusory figure floated into the void.
"No …" Ye Futian reached out to grab her, but he found that he could not grab anything. He watched helplessly as Hua Jieyu turned into a beam of light and flew into the sky.
Ye Futian's outstretched arm trembled. There was only endless despair in his eyes.
The battlefield was silent. Everyone was looking at him.
In the void, a lotus lantern was still burning. A blurry figure appeared in the lotus lantern, breathtakingly beautiful. She looked at Ye Futian, who was in despair. Her pure and flawless face was also covered in tears.
She looked up at the figure in the distance. Her body was also burning. Then, countless lotus lanterns flew into the sky.
A wisp of Buddhist light fell on Ye Futian, and a voice sounded in his mind.
"I am a lamp in front of the Buddha. I was born because of fate, and I will die because of fate. I will protect her for you." Hua Qingqing's voice was gentle. Ye Futian watched the Buddhist light leave. He did not understand. He felt like a knife was being twisted in his heart.
"This battle ends here."
Saint Xia's cold eyes swept over everyone in the void. Saint Zhi had broken the rules and severely injured Ye Futian and the others. He should have been judged, but Saint Zhi had already fallen.
"I disagree."
An extremely cold voice was heard. Saint Xia looked down and saw Ye Futian stand up. Incomparably brilliant imperial light rose up, shooting straight into the sky. His body seemed to be burning, and so was his murderous intent!
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