Ye Qinghan's soul felt like it was being cut by a knife. He was muddle-headed, but Charity Saint's constant calls finally woke him up a little. However, his soul was too exhausted, and the world around him was a blur.
However, Xia Jiulong wasn't having it easy either. He had already fainted, and a bloody mark appeared on his forehead. He kept coughing up blood.
The Sacred Dragon Robe dimmed, and the Nine Dragon Fan was almost broken. His limbs were twisted, and he lay on the frozen ground, barely breathing.
"Jiulong!"
Cloud Dragon Saint and the other nine lords all gathered around him, pouring their saint power into him to heal his wounds.
This was a shameless act, but no one accused her of it. This was because the Universal Love Saint was pressing her forehead against Ye Qinghan's, using her own soul to nourish Ye Qinghan's soul. She had given him four-fifths of her soul energy.
Charity Saint's face was as white as snow. She knelt in front of Ye Qinghan's forehead, so tired that she couldn't even stand properly.
Ye Qinghan's soul was blessed by Charity Saint, and he woke up after a while. His soul had recovered about eighty percent.
Whoosh!
The ice and snow changed order, forming a frosty wheelchair. The snowman reappeared, automatically lifting Ye Qinghan and Charity Saint into the wheelchair.
Boom!
The snowman collapsed, and the wheelchair slowly slid forward. Ye Qinghan's hair was all white, and his entire body seemed to be frozen. However, his soul was becoming more and more awake. His divine sense covered the snowy plains, and he 'looked' at the nine lords and Xia Jiulong. His killing intent had condensed into a solid form, causing the surrounding cold wind to chill to the bone.
A person in a vegetative state whose soul was in a muddle-headed state. Even Saints were frightened and didn't dare to get too close.
A wave of killing intent swept through heaven and earth. Even the Great Saints became serious, and their auras leaked out. All the Saints in the world retreated far away, and the nine lords were the first to leave.
Roar!
Xia Jiulong stood up like a wild beast, and his eyes shone with divine light. The Immortal Sealing Mark was even more soul-stirring. His eyes flashed red, and his killing intent soared to the sky.
The nine lords had stored their power in Xia Jiulong's body, allowing him to use his strongest battle power. This attack was probably not much weaker than the Specter Patriarch's. Once it clashed with Ye Qinghan, the shockwaves could probably injure an ordinary Eternal Saint.
Whoosh!
Ye Qinghan controlled the wind and snow with his mind, forming two soul-stealing characters.
"Leave."
It was a simple word, but it contained an incomparably firm will. It also indicated that even an Eternal Saint would not be able to withstand the aftermath of the next attack.
The Saint of Universal Love was unwilling to leave and said in a low voice, "I've said it before. If you win, I'll follow. If you lose, I'll still follow."
If he won, he would live. If he lost, he would die without a doubt. There was no third option for Ye Qinghan.
However, Ye Qinghan did not allow her to refuse. With a thought, the wind and snow surged and directly swept the Holy of Charity away. In the blink of an eye, they appeared a thousand miles away.
The Absolute Saint waved his hand and took away the Universal Love Saint, not allowing her to act recklessly.
At this moment, Ye Qinghan and Xia Jiulong's auras were increasing. Their energies clashed and their halos rushed into the clouds, forming two auroras. They were gorgeous and beautiful, but the saints didn't dare to touch them.
"Ye Qinghan, your luck really makes me jealous. Even a cripple can make an immortal take notice of you and pass on two immortal techniques to you."
Crack crack crack!
Xia Jiulong clenched his iron fists and stared at Ye Qinghan. His eyes were full of envy, jealousy, and hatred!
Whoosh —
On the frost war chariot, Ye Qinghan's body leaned against the crystal clear wheelchair. Even his hair had turned silver, and his soul was extremely dignified. At this moment, it could be seen that there were nine powers hidden in Xia Jiulong's body. It was the power of the Nine Lords. If he couldn't kill him in one blow, there was no need to continue this battle. That was because his soul power was limited. The power that the Holy of Universal Love had just given him was only enough for one last blow.
Ye Qinghan did not respond to Xia Jiulong. Instead, he gathered all of his soul power and activated the fifth move of the Sky-Piercing Star Plucking Hand.
The fifth move, Condense Stars into a Sword, Seize a Saint's Soul from Ten Thousand Miles!
It could kill a saint within ten thousand miles. Without a doubt, this move could kill a saint. It was not impossible to kill a saint!
Whoosh!
A hand of nothingness seized the air, and the huge hand that covered the sky crushed a star. The star was compressed and turned into a thin divine sword that hung in the air. A divine sword formed by a star was as heavy as a star and even more powerful than the Thunder God's Hammer. As soon as the divine sword was formed, lightning attached to it and celestial spells shrouded it. It was constantly engraved with runes that contained the power to kill saints.
A snowy human figure danced in front of Ye Qinghan. His hands crossed, and the divine sword tore through space and time, appearing in front of the snowy figure.
Boom!
The snowy figure seemed to materialize. He held the divine sword with both hands and stood in front of his forehead. He and the sword became one, causing the heavens to roar. All the techniques gathered on the divine sword, and the power of heaven and earth was attached to the sword.
This was an immortal technique. It was much more advanced than a great saint technique!
Everyone was mesmerized. A great saint could pluck a star with a wave of his hand, but to condense it into a sword in an instant, a great saint could not do it! Neither the Divine Lord nor the Heavenly Grandmaster Grand Sage could do it.
Boom!
Crack crack crack!
Whoosh —
The snowy figure moved, trampling mountains and rivers. The divine sword tore through the void like a shooting star.
The moment Xia Jiulong's imprint appeared, it was pushed back into his consciousness by a terrifying aura. At this moment, even his saint power was in chaos. He was so frightened that he used all his saint power to escape. In the blink of an eye, he was thousands of miles away. Unfortunately, his speed was not as fast as the divine sword!
Hum!
Whoosh —
The divine sword pierced through the void and appeared behind Xia Jiulong. He had no choice but to turn around and use the imprint to smash the divine sword.
Boom!
Splat!
The divine sword pierced through the Celestial Sealing Imprint like a hot knife through butter. It repelled the Celestial Sealing Imprint and cut it into his body. Then, the divine sword pierced through his chest, piercing through his Holy Dragon Robe.
Ah —
After a blood-curdling scream, the Saint-killing runes on the divine sword shattered Xia Jiulong's vitality and destroyed his soul. The divine sword carried his body through thousands of miles and crashed into the highest peak of the snowy plains in the extreme north, nailing Xia Jiulong to death on the snowy peak.
Xia Jiulong's body hung on the snowy mountain. The Holy Dragon Robe was torn, and the soul of the Holy Dragon in the robe was killed!
Just like that, Xia Jiulong was dead!
All was silent and the saints were silent. Everyone looked at the supreme being, who had been the most powerful being in the world since birth. Now, he had died just like that. However, dying because of an immortal's art was not a waste of his life's glory.
Xia Jiulong's hands hung down and he was completely limp. Then, his body was frozen by the extreme cold and his body was covered with icicles.
At the moment of Xia Jiulong's death, Ye Qinghan's frost chariot retreated thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, leaving a deep mark in the ice plains.
Hum!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh —
The saints of the Insane Sect quickly rushed forward and stood in front of Ye Qinghan. They were afraid that his body would be destroyed by the enemy.
The Divine Lord was silent. He looked at Xia Jiulong and then at Ye Qinghan. He did not dare to make a move.
The Heavenly Grandmaster Grand Sage was obviously on Ye Qinghan's side. After all, they were master and disciple.
The aura of a Holy Emperor erupted. The ice elements condensed into a frost sword, waiting for the Divine Lord to make a move.
Ye Qinghan had unleashed this attack. Although his will and spiritual energy were exhausted, he was still conscious. He looked at the Divine Lord. A line of golden words appeared under his feet, causing the Divine Lord to tremble.
"The Immortal Path has emotions, and so does the heavens. How can a heartless person become an immortal?"
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