319: Chapter 319: Who is Speaking Recklessly?

The battle had lasted for half an hour.

Of the four Grand Elders of the Righteous Path at the Fusion Stage Early, three were heavily injured, and one had their skull crushed by a single palm strike from a Puppet, dying on the spot.

Daoist Master Qingxu's horsetail whisk was completely broken, and his left arm had been torn off by a Puppet, dripping with blood.

Supreme Elder Xuan Qingzi's cane was shattered, and his chest had been pierced by a beam of light from the Nine-Headed Snake Emperor, his aura weak.

Fairy Xuanbing's longsword was broken, her right leg had been crushed by a Puppet, and she lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

Emperor Qian fared even worse; Xiao Ran had seized an opportunity to shatter his Dantian with a single palm strike, completely destroying his cultivation, leaving him sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.

On the city walls, the corpses of the Cultivators of the Righteous Path were piled up like mountains.

Fresh blood formed small streams, flowing down the steps.

Those who were still alive were all wounded; some had severed arms, some were blinded, and others were on the verge of death.

"Who else?"

Xiao Ran's voice echoed throughout the Dao Palace.

No one answered.

On the city walls, there was dead silence.

The eyes of the Cultivators were filled with despair.

They looked at Xiao Ran, at those unkillable Puppets, and at the overwhelming Yellow Spring Army, a sense of powerlessness welling up in their hearts.

They couldn't win.

They truly couldn't win.

"Daoist Master Qingxu, you have lost."

Xiao Ran said indifferently.

Daoist Master Qingxu sat slumped on the city wall, covered in blood, his aura weak.

He looked at Xiao Ran, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

"Xiao Ran, the Righteous Path will not submit. You can kill us, but you cannot kill the will of the Righteous Path."

Xiao Ran laughed.

"Will? Daoist Master Qingxu, have you gone senile? Can will be eaten as food? Can will save your Disciples? Can will rebuild the Supreme Dao Palace?"

Daoist Master Qingxu was silent.

Xiao Ran continued: "Daoist Master Qingxu, I will give you one last incense stick of time to consider."

"After one incense stick, if you do not submit, I will slaughter the entire Supreme Dao Palace."

On the city walls, the Cultivators of the Righteous Path looked at each other.

Ling Jianxin gripped his sword, his hand trembling.

There were seven or eight wounds on his body, the deepest one on his chest, nearly piercing his heart.

His face was pale, but there was no fear in his eyes, only anger.

"Master, let's fight them to the death!"

A young Disciple shouted.

"Yes! Fight them! Better to die than to submit!"

Another Disciple also shouted.

Daoist Master Qingxu looked at them, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Fight? With what would they fight?

The five strongest at the Body Integration Stage: three were heavily injured, one was crippled, and one had their cultivation completely destroyed.

The remaining Disciples were all wounded, their spiritual power exhausted.

And Xiao Ran hadn't even lost a single hair.

"Forget it."

Daoist Master Qingxu sighed. He struggled to stand up and took a blood-red token from his bosom.

That was the final trump card of the Supreme Dao Palace—the activation token for the Haotian Mirror.

At the cost of burning his entire Lifespan, he could activate the Haotian Mirror to unleash a strike capable of killing someone at the Peak Integration Stage.

The cost was his life.

"Xiao Ran, this old man will drag you down with me!"

Daoist Master Qingxu gritted his teeth and held the token high.

The token lit up with a blood-red light, illuminating the entire Dao Palace.

The Haotian Mirror flew out from the depths of the Dao Palace and hovered above Daoist Master Qingxu's head, its surface swirling with blinding golden light.

Xiao Ran opened his eyes, looked at the mirror, and narrowed his eyes.

"The Haotian Mirror? Old man, you are really willing to sacrifice it?"

Daoist Master Qingxu's voice was hoarse.

"As long as I can eliminate you, this Devil Head, what does it matter if I die?"

Xiao Ran laughed.

"Old man, are you too naive? Do you think you are the only one with a trump card?"

He raised his hand, and a law seed emerged from his palm.

Purple-gold light poured out from the seed, illuminating the entire Dao Palace as bright as day.

That light contained the Law of the Mahayana Stage, carrying an irresistible majesty.

Daoist Master Qingxu's expression changed drastically.

"This is... a law seed of the Mahayana Stage?"

Xiao Ran nodded.

"Yes, obtained from the ruins in the Far North Land."

"Old man, do you think your Haotian Mirror can block the Law of the Mahayana Stage?"

Daoist Master Qingxu did not speak.

He knew that although the Haotian Mirror was strong, it was only a Magic Treasure of the Body Integration Stage.

The Law of the Mahayana Stage far exceeded the Body Integration Stage.

This strike of his could not kill Xiao Ran.

"From today on, there is only the Demonic Path, no Righteous Path."

Xiao Ran laughed wantonly.

He activated the law seed, and a purple-gold beam of light shot straight into the sky, dyeing the entire sky purple-gold.

On the city walls, the Cultivators of the Righteous Path were pressed down to their knees, unable to even lift their heads.

Daoist Master Qingxu was also forced to one knee, the token in his hand falling to the ground, its light extinguished.

"The Righteous Path... is finished."

Daoist Master Qingxu closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

On the city walls, there was dead silence.

No one spoke, no one resisted.

Everyone knew that all was lost.

However.

Just when Xiao Ran was at his most arrogant, a voice sounded out of thin air.

"Who is speaking wildly?"

The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

The voice was as calm as water, yet carried an irresistible power.

Everyone's eyes turned to the sky simultaneously.

In the sky, a white figure slowly appeared.

Dressed in white like snow, with long hair like a waterfall, his face was cold and stern, and there was not a ripple in his eyes.

In his hand, he held a purple-gold bead, the bead swirling with purple-gold light, emitting the terrifying aura of the Mahayana Stage.

Li Changsheng.

He stood in the air, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Behind him, there were no followers, no army, only himself.

But he stood there just like that, like a drawn sharp sword, like an immovable mountain.

"Li... Junior Brother Li?"

Ling Jianxin's eyes widened, unable to believe everything he was seeing.

Su Qinghan's eyes were also filled with shock.

She looked at Li Changsheng, at that purple-gold bead, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

She didn't know how Li Changsheng had done it, but she knew that the Righteous Path was saved.

"Li Changsheng! It's Li Changsheng!"

"The Saint has returned! The Saint has returned!"

On the city walls, the Cultivators of the Righteous Path erupted into earth-shaking cheers.

Some fell to their knees weeping, some looked up to the sky and roared, and some hugged each other.

In the midst of despair, they finally saw a glimmer of hope.

Daoist Master Qingxu opened his eyes, looked at Li Changsheng in the sky, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Changsheng... you... you have made a Breakthrough to the Mahayana Stage?"

Li Changsheng looked at him and shook his head slightly.

"No, I just borrowed the power of the law seed."

He flew down and landed on the city wall.

On the city walls, the Cultivators stepped aside one after another, making a path for him.

He walked up to Daoist Master Qingxu and reached out his hand.

"Junior Martial Uncle, you have worked hard. Leave the rest to me."

Daoist Master Qingxu looked at him, tears streaming down his face, and grasped his hand.

"Good, good, good."

He said the word "good" three times in a row.

Li Changsheng turned around to face Xiao Ran.

Their gazes met in the air.

One in black robes, one in white robes.

One the leader of the Demonic Path, one the Saint of the Righteous Path.

One decisive in killing, one cold and frosty.