King Tiandao came to the top of the pagoda and infused his will into it. The pagoda spun, and golden light fell down like bolts of lightning.
Outside the pagoda, the sacred golden dragons circled and gradually solidified, as if they were about to become real dragons.
Shadows of pagodas descended one after another, landing on Ye Futian's huge body.
There was dead silence in the vast space.
Countless gazes were fixed on that place.
This was the bet between Emperor Li and Ye Futian. Perhaps, it would decide the fate of the Imperial Advisor.
The Imperial Advisor looked at the figure standing in front of him. The once handsome young man had become extremely tall, as if he wanted to protect the old man.
Gusts of hurricanes slammed against him, causing his long white hair to flutter.
However, he still could not summon any strength. Having been destroyed, he seemed to be helpless and could only watch.
In the suffocating space, the light of the pagoda was extremely bright. It seemed that after a long time, King Tiandao was finally able to fully control the pagoda. He stepped out with a cold expression and looked down at Ye Futian.
He vaguely understood why Emperor Li had done this. The real killing power of the pagoda did not lie in the power shown on the surface.
As long as Ye Futian nodded, he would die.
Even if he had been the one to withstand the three attacks of the pagoda, he would still be in danger, let alone Ye Futian, who was only a Saint of True Self.
If Ye Futian died, the people of the Crimson Dragon Realm would also retreat. The others were not familiar with the Imperial Advisor, and they were not even close to Emperor Xia. There was no need for them to work for Emperor Xia. They were not his subordinates.
Moreover, Emperor Xia himself would not dare to bet everyone's lives here to save the Imperial Advisor.
"Die."
A low voice came out. King Tiandao finally made his move. With a loud noise, the pagoda released dazzling divine light.
Boom!
A deafening rumble was heard as Ye Futian's huge body was suppressed by many huge pagodas, enveloping his entire body within them. Endless destructive lightning light destroyed his flesh, and the terrifying power of suppression was about to crush him.
Ye Futian raised his head. He seemed to have appeared in the inner space of the pagoda. Giant golden dragons roared and swooped down, rushing straight into his mind and attacking his spiritual will power. The roars seemed to shatter his soul.
Bang, bang, bang … Ye Futian's huge Chonglou Battle Form exploded inch by inch. His mind trembled violently, and he felt as if his soul was about to scatter and his body was about to be annihilated.
Too strong. This power didn't just want to destroy his body, it also wanted to destroy his Spiritual Will.
This was a great killing weapon.
With just one attack, Ye Futian's huge body seemed to be unable to withstand it. Everyone watching was shocked.
Emperor Xia's eyes were cold as he continued to stare at them. It seemed that he was ready to act at any moment.
If Ye Futian could not hold on any longer, even if a battle were to break out, he would still make a move. He could not really watch Ye Futian die.
Ye Futian was gambling, but he didn't really want to die.
"Continue."
His voice was calm, and he did not ask King Tiandao to stop.
If he wanted to kill Ye Futian, he would have to do it in one go. He would not give Ye Futian any chance to catch his breath and kill him directly.
Destroy his body and cut his soul.
No matter how outstanding Ye Futian's talent was, today, he would stay forever.
"Very well," King Tiandao responded.
Another attack fell. It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was cracking. Endless divine light of the Great Path gathered and fell on the pagoda.
The pagoda seemed to have become tens of thousands of meters tall, spinning above Ye Futian's head. All the attacks fell on Ye Futian's body. They were extremely accurate, and not a trace of power was wasted.
Several Unblemished Saint cultivators of the Dali Dynasty next to him protected the Imperial Advisor with their will. Even though the attacks were extremely accurate, the Imperial Advisor was extremely fragile now, and he could not bear even a trace of the aftermath.
Before Emperor Li made a decision, they still could not let the Imperial Advisor die here.
Endless divine light turned into another pagoda, wrapping around Ye Futian's body. It was like a golden divine pagoda spinning wildly, flattening everything and constantly destroying Ye Futian's Chonglou Battle Form.
That terrible storm of destruction seemed to be able to kill even a Holiness of Nirvana level figure in it.
The Chonglou Battle Form seemed to be collapsing, and his knees seemed to be unable to stand. They were cut off by the terrible power, and he seemed to be falling.
Countless arms of the Flames of the Way stretched out to support the ground, but they were constantly shattered and destroyed by the terrible light of destruction.
"Boom!"
Ye Futian only felt a divine pagoda pressing down on his body. The Flames of the Way on his body were like the condensation of magma, turning into indestructible solid Flames of the Way. But they still collapsed wildly, and cracks appeared. What was more frightening was that he almost had no time to care about his body, because his mind was withstanding an even more terrible attack.
The pagoda and the light of the flames danced in front of him. The robe of the Imperial Advisor of Dali fluttered, and his eyes looked at the battle form in front of him that was being crushed.
In a trance, he seemed to think of the destructive battle that had once taken place.
Back then, Emperor Li had done him a favor, so he entered the Dali Dynasty and was named the Imperial Advisor. It could be said that he had worked hard for the Dali Dynasty, training many cultivators, and now many powerful cultivators in the Dali Dynasty had received his guidance.
He did not want to see the Dali Dynasty encounter a disaster like he had in the past. While making the Dali Dynasty strong, he taught his disciples and took care of Feixue. He thought that life was like this. If he could protect the Dali Dynasty and spend more time with Feixue, he would be satisfied.
Because Feixue's situation was special, she slept most of the time, so they were separated more often than not.
This kind of life had lasted for many years, but because Feixue was asleep most of the time, she was still so young. He had to move forward to be able to protect Feixue.
Ye Futian's appearance broke all this.
Everything in the world was destined, and after all, it could not be as he thought.
But no matter what, everything that had happened before was the arrangement of fate, and he could accept it calmly.
Even if he died, he had no regrets.
But his disciple, who had cultivated under him for a short period of time, did not want him to die.
The storm of destruction destroyed Ye Futian's battle form, and he seemed to be about to fall.
An even stronger power was brewing, and it could fall at any time.
Emperor Xia's aura grew stronger, as if he was ready to attack.
However, at this moment, Emperor Li also released an extremely powerful aura. He did not look at Ye Futian, but looked at Emperor Xia and said, "Emperor Xia, the outcome of the last battle was not decided. Let's spar again."
As he said this, he took a step forward and instantly descended in front of Emperor Xia. Obviously, he had guessed what Emperor Xia was thinking, and he would not allow Emperor Xia to interfere with King Tiandao's killing of Ye Futian.
Emperor Li's attack was so powerful that in an instant, the entire palace was shrouded by his power. Emperor Xia raised his hand to attack, suppressing the spread of his opponent's power. Behind him was the army of Emperor Xia's Realm.
The two of them instantly rushed into the sky, and with a loud noise, the light of destruction bloomed. If the two of them had not gone into the sky, this attack would have killed many people around them.
Emperor Li was gambling with the lives of the people of the Dali Palace, betting that Emperor Xia would not dare to fight.
Emperor Xia's favorite daughter, Xia Qingyuan, was also on that battlefield.
"Boom!"
At this moment, King Tiandao launched a third attack.
Many people's hearts trembled fiercely, and their eyes were fixed on where Ye Futian was.
Ye Futian's battle form exploded inch by inch, constantly collapsing and shattering. Bolts of lightning rushed into his battle form, as if to penetrate Ye Futian's body.
The huge battle form was even suppressed to the ground, and its huge eyes looked at the Imperial Advisor of Dali.
"Why did you do this?" the Imperial Advisor of Dali asked Ye Futian, his hair flying in the wind.
This was not the ending he wanted. He did not want to see Ye Futian use his own life to gamble with his own.
However, he saw Ye Futian smile. There was a burst of blood, and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood.
"The heavens move vigorously, and a gentleman should never stop striving."
This voice rolled and resounded in the mind of the Imperial Advisor of Dali.
These were the words he left for Ye Futian, and now Ye Futian was giving them to him.
In the cultivation of the Great Path, a gentleman should never stop striving. Why would he seek death?
He was a Nirvana Plane cultivator.
Looking at those smiling eyes, the Imperial Advisor of Dali suddenly smiled, but in his smile, the corners of his eyes were a little wet.
He slowly stood up from his sitting position. That frail old body actually stood up straight at this moment. That was the backbone of a gentleman.
"The heavens move vigorously, and a gentleman should never stop striving." The Imperial Advisor of Dali looked up into the sky. A terrible storm was whipping up around him, and dazzling light shone. His body still seemed extremely fragile, as if he could be blown away by the wind. But within that fragile body, there was an unyielding heart.
Boom! Boom! The destructive attacks were still destroying Ye Futian's battle form, and they blasted on Ye Futian's body. His spiritual will suffered a devastating attack, but his eyes were still bright.
"Not dead yet?" King Tiandao looked embarrassed.
"Three attacks have passed. Release the Imperial Advisor." A rolling voice came down from the sky, and Emperor Li said, "But Ye Futian is leading an army to attack. Kill him."
The word 'slash' descended like a bolt of lightning, fiercely striking the hearts of the crowd.
It turned out that Emperor Li had such an idea.
He only promised to release the Imperial Advisor, but he did not promise not to continue fighting after the three attacks.
King Tiandao could use this opportunity to kill Ye Futian.
Ye Futian had no way to survive.
If he agreed to Emperor Li's conditions, he would die.
"Yes, Your Majesty," King Tiandao said loudly, and his murderous intent was strong.
As for the Unblemished Saints, their power disappeared from the Imperial Advisor of Dali, and at the same time, they wanted to undo the shackles on him.
"Don't bother," the Imperial Advisor said softly. As his voice faded, the shackles on his body continued to explode and shatter. The destructive storm swept out, and the cultivators of the Unblemished Saint Plane around him were shaken away.
Above his body, brilliant light shot into the sky. When King Tiandao launched another attack, the Imperial Advisor raised his hand.
Clang!
With a loud noise, the boundless divine tower fell down, but it was blocked by a giant hand that covered the sky. That hand blocked a corner of the sky.
Countless beams of divine light fell on the Imperial Advisor of Dali. His white hair gradually disappeared, and his wrinkles faded. His cloudy eyes became dazzling again, and he was full of life.
"From now on, I owe Dali no more, and I am no longer the Imperial Advisor of Dali." A calm voice sounded and spread throughout the palace.
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