360: I was so angry I died! I died feeling so frustrated!

The Dao Heart shattered!

It was a death more absolute than the total destruction of the Divine Soul.

It meant that the Foundation of a Cultivator's existence, the Dao they had pursued their entire life, and the prideful conviction they held were all crushed into primordial nothingness by an invisible force in that instant.

Lin Yu's body trembled violently, followed by intense convulsions.

The light in his eyes, filled with malice and madness, dimmed and dissipated at a visible rate, eventually turning into a deathly silent void.

Life force poured out frantically from his seven orifices and every part of his body, like air from a punctured balloon.

"My Dao... my... beautiful concubines..."

A raspy, wheezing sound came from his throat, as weak as a flickering candle in the wind.

He could "see" that his dao foundation, which he had cultivated for hundreds of years, was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and his golden magic power was dissipating as mundane dust.

The Azure Nether Wind Spirit Physique, which had once allowed him to look down upon the Lower Realm, let out a final mournful cry and completely withered away.

He was falling.

From a favored son of heaven above the clouds, he fell back into being an unarmed Mortal.

No, he was falling toward an eternal death, worse than that of a Mortal.

"Tsk, broken already?"

Su Chen watched the scene of his life force rapidly draining and gave a bored yawn.

[What the heck? The quality is too poor.]

[This is it for someone from the Upper Realm? A typical shoddy construction!]

[If I'd known he was this fragile, I should've just let Red Hair punch him to death earlier. At least that would've made a sound. Now it's stuck halfway, how unlucky. It's even ruined my mood to go back and continue to Cultivate.]

In his heart, Su Chen expressed strong dissatisfaction with the quality of this "defective product."

He completely failed to realize that his sequence of crushing dignity and trampling on the Soul was a cruel, fatal blow to a Prodigy who had been surrounded by a halo of success since childhood.

On the square, everyone was completely rooted to the spot by this eerie scene.

They could clearly "hear" the aura of a powerhouse on Lin Yu collapsing, plummeting from the Great Sage Peak like an avalanche... until finally, even the slightest ripple of spiritual energy fell silent.

He had actually been crippled, just like that!

"You... you..."

Using the last of his strength from a final rally before death, Lin Yu lifted his heavy head.

His eyes, which had already lost focus, "fixed" themselves onto Su Chen's white-robed figure.

His lips moved with great difficulty.

"Su... Family..."

"Xuantian Immortal Sect... will never... let..."

The last word got stuck deep in his throat.

His head suddenly slumped to the side, and his neck bone made a faint cracking sound.

His eyes bulged, and his pupils completely dilated.

The last wisp of life force dissipated like green smoke.

The dignified Upper Realm Reception Messenger, the favored son of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, Lin Yu.

Just like that, under the gaze of billions of living beings, with the golden chain symbolizing extreme humiliation still around his neck and maintaining a disgraceful kneeling posture... he was literally angered to death!

At this moment, the world seemed as if the mute button had been pressed.

Everyone's eyes widened as they looked at the kneeling corpse, feeling their understanding and worldview shattered by this absurd scene.

Angered... to death?

A Great Sage Peak powerhouse with a spirit physique didn't die in battle, wasn't killed, but... was angered to death?

What a humiliating and ridiculous way to perish!

Even Su Wuchang, who had personally carried out the humiliation, was a bit dazed now.

He scratched his fiery Red Hair and looked up at Su Chen in the sky with an innocent expression.

"Boss, this... this isn't on me."

"He couldn't even handle a few words. I haven't even really done anything yet, and he just blew up from anger himself."

Su Chen looked at the now cold corpse, his brow furrowing slightly, as if looking at a stain on a carpet.

He casually flicked his fingernails toward Su Wuchang, his voice carrying an obvious sense of disgust.

"Dead?"

"How disappointing."

He paused and, in a tone used for disposing of trash, nonchalantly ordered:

"Drag him away and find some wild dogs to deal with him."

"Don't let him dirty the palace grounds."

The words were light, yet they felt like an invisible heavy hammer slamming into everyone's heart on the square.

Feed... to wild dogs?

That was the Immortal body of an Upper Realm Prodigy!

His flesh, blood, and bones were all priceless treasures containing Upper Realm Laws and pure energy; a single drop of blood could drive Lower Realm Cultivators mad!

For Alchemy and Artifact Refining, they were divine materials!

And yet... in the mouth of this Divine Son of the Su Family, his final destination was to fill the bellies of a few wild dogs?

At this moment, the way everyone looked at Su Chen completely changed.

It was a mixture of awe, fear, and a deep sense of... absurdity.

They finally understood that in this Divine Son's world, the value of a so-called Upper Realm Prodigy might truly... not even be as much as a dog's.

"Alright, Boss!"

Su Wuchang didn't hesitate for a second. He responded excitedly, picked up the demon-binding rope, and prepared to drag Lin Yu's corpse away like a dead dog.

The Boss's order was absolute truth.

And just then.

The Great Emperor Zhao Wuji, who had been tossed aside by Su Wuchang and had been unconscious the whole time, slowly woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, what came into view was Lin Yu's corpse, eyes wide in death.

What entered his ears was that nonchalant phrase, "drag him out to feed the dogs."

His brain, which had just regained a hint of clarity, went blank with a "buzz."

Dead？

Envoy Lin Yu... just died like that?

Died so humiliatingly?

And after death... fed to dogs?

Zhao Wuji's worldview was crushed to pieces at this moment.

He suddenly looked up at the Giant Star Ship suspended in the sky, at the white-robed youth standing by the railing, whose expression was as indifferent as if he had merely crushed an ant.

A chill originating from the depths of his Soul frantically surged through his limbs and bones.

He finally realized that what he had provoked was not some powerful outsider.

But a young Prodigy who saw Immortals as playthings and the world as a chessboard!

It's over.

He, Zhao Wuji, was doomed to die today!

Survival instinct overwhelmed everything. He let out a roar, burned his Emperor Source, and leaped up from the ground regardless of everything, turning to tear through the Void Realm to escape!

However, just as he moved.

A pair of seven-colored Phoenix wings appeared before him without warning and gave a casual flap.

"Bang!"

Zhao Wuji's protective divine light was as fragile as a soap bubble and shattered instantly.

He was once again violently sent flying, rolling over a dozen times on the ground before stopping and coughing up blood.

Su Xiaoxiao's cold and beautiful figure appeared before him like a ghost.

Her voice carried no warmth at all.

"Did my Boss give you permission to leave?"