91: Chapter 91 Wang Qian Gets Beaten Up, Shuo'er Save Me!

The two of them joined forces once again to strike.

Zhou Qing's Divine Punch was like a meteor crashing to earth, while Luo Qinghan's Imperial Sword was like a purple dragon emerging from the abyss.

The two forces intertwined, beating Wang Qian so severely he had no room to even strike back.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wang Qian was beaten until he vomited blood repeatedly.

His withered body tumbled through the Void Realm like a falling leaf.

Several gashes were torn into his gold-threaded Daoist robe.

The hair crown atop his head was sent flying, and his white hair fell disheveled, making him look wretched to the extreme.

On the outskirts of the Imperial Fall Valley.

The Cultivators' jaws nearly dropped to the ground.

"Am I seeing this right?!"

"A thirty-thousand-year-old monster... being chased and beaten by two people?!"

"So that's how it is! Heavenly Profound Holy Land isn't fighting a stronger enemy with weakness at all!"

"Holy Lord Zhou and Peak Master Luo, each of them has the strength to confront the Wang Family's Old Ancestor individually!"

"The purpose of their teamwork isn't to stall, it's to end it quickly! Take out the strongest first!"

Someone realized the truth and sucked in a breath of cold air.

"What a Heavenly Profound Holy Land, this move is too vicious!"

Wang Hong was trembling all over with excitement.

"Hit him! Beat him to death!"

"Let this old thing know that the times have changed!"

Within the Void Realm.

Wang Qian took another sword strike.

The purple sword light pierced through his left shoulder, bringing with it a spray of golden blood.

He stumbled back, his long saber nearly slipping from his hand.

An unnatural flush rose to his withered face.

"Enough!"

Wang Qian roared, the aura on his body climbing frantically.

The thirty-thousand-year Quasi-Emperor foundation poured out like a flood breaching a dam.

This was his final resort.

Burning his accumulation!

However, Zhou Qing didn't give him the chance at all.

He flickered forward and landed a punch on his chest.

Wang Qian's chest caved in, and his internal organs were displaced.

He spat out a large mouthful of black, stagnant blood, and his entire body was sent flying backward.

"Stop, stop, stop! Let this matter end here!"

Wang Qian shrieked, panic entering his voice for the first time.

"I will no longer interfere in the grievances between the younger generation! Treat it as if I have never been here!"

The Imperial Sword in Luo Qinghan's hand glinted with a chilling light, its momentum not decreasing in the slightest.

"Too late!"

"Once my sword is unsheathed, it must taste blood and slay the enemy!"

Zhou Qing's punch momentum likewise didn't stall for even a moment.

Golden imperial patterns flowed between his knuckles as violent power smashed out repeatedly like waves.

"Old thing, you don't want to care anymore, but I do!"

Wang Qian was firmly suppressed by the two supreme powers, retreating repeatedly in a wretched state.

The robes around his body exploded, and blood continuously seeped out.

The wounds on his body were dense, with more being added constantly.

At this moment, true fear finally surged in his eyes.

"Stop!"

"Does your Heavenly Profound Holy Land truly want to start an Immortal War with my Wang family?!"

What answered him was an even more violent offensive.

Another layer of the Seal on Luo Qinghan's Imperial Sword was released.

The purple sword light expanded tenfold.

With one slash, the Void Realm was cleaved in half.

Wang Qian's protective Laws were shattered cleanly under this single strike.

His long saber also developed dense cracks.

Thirty thousand years of accumulation were not worth mentioning in the face of true talent.

"Shuo'er! Save me!"

Wang Qian turned his head and shrieked in Wang Shuo's direction.

His withered face was covered in blood and terror.

This wretched appearance.

Where was even a fraction of the overbearing arrogance he had when he first arrived?

Wang Shuo trembled all over when he heard the Old Ancestor's cry for help.

What was the situation?

Didn't the Old Ancestor say he was invincible!

How could he be calling for help just after the fight started?

This is bad...

He struggled with his single arm to barely block Peak Master Jiang Qiyue's Ice Phoenix Sword.

With every move he blocked, the wound at his severed arm tore a bit more.

"Old Ancestor! I—"

Before he could finish his sentence.

Another terrifying hum came from within the hall.

Buzz!

The lid of the immortal burial coffin vibrated once more.

Lin Yi increased the intensity of the refining again.

The last remaining trace of Wang Teng's aura was rapidly dissipating.

"Father!"

A voice so weak it was almost inaudible came from inside the coffin.

"Father... save me..."

Hearing his precious son's cry for help.

Wang Shuo's pupils suddenly constricted.

On one side, the Old Ancestor was being brutally beaten.

On the other side, his son was being refined.

His head was buzzing.

One thought tore into another.

Who should he save?

Who should he save first?!

His whole body was shaking violently, and his face was distorted beyond recognition.

"Old Ancestor! I'll go save Teng'er first! I..."

"Bastard!"

Wang Qian was hit by another of Zhou Qing's punches, and half his face collapsed.

He shrieked while spitting blood.

"That Wang Teng reached this point today is entirely due to your lack of discipline; he brought this upon himself!"

"If a son is gone, you can have another!"

"If I die, the Wang family will truly be gone!"

"Come save me quickly! Retreat now!"

These words fell into Wang Shuo's ears.

Like a red-hot iron blade.

Cleaving down from the top of his head, all the way to the soles of his feet.

Causing him unbearable pain!

If a son is gone, he can have another.

Have another?

That was the son he had been most proud of for over ten thousand years.

The one he claimed was destined by heaven to have the talent of a Great Emperor.

The pride he had built up using every available resource.

Just like that, he's gone?

Just like that, have another?

"Father..."

"Save me!"

Inside the immortal burial coffin, Wang Teng's final consciousness struggled amidst the burning pain of refining.

His Physical Body, insights, and Dao foundation were being stripped away layer by layer.

The golden luster of the Emperor-Bearing Dao Body had completely dimmed.

But his broken Divine Sense managed to capture Wang Qian's words.

"If a son is gone, you can have another!"

On Wang Teng's distorted face, the last glimmer of hope was extinguished.

He let out one final scream.

The sound penetrated the coffin walls and reached everyone's ears.

"Father!"

"Didn't you say I had the talent of a Great Emperor?"

"You lied to me..."

"You lied to me!!"

That cry of "You lied to me" echoed over the Imperial Fall Valley.

For a moment, there was dead silence both inside and outside the Imperial Fall Valley.

Even the battle stalled for an instant.

Wang Shuo froze in place.

Two lines of muddy tears slid silently down his face.

His mouth twitched, and he forced out a few broken words.

"Teng'er... Father has failed you!"

"It's Father who failed you!"

In the next instant.

The lid of the immortal burial coffin slowly closed.

Clang!

A muffled sound.

Wang Teng's aura completely vanished from this world.

The immortal burial coffin emitted a low, cheerful hum.

With full power, it began to refine and devour everything that was Wang Teng.

"Buzz!"

A surge of warm energy passed through the immortal burial coffin and fed back into Lin Yi's body.

This caused his cultivation to fluctuate slightly before stabilizing.

Lin Yi stood up and brushed the dust off his hands.

"It's over!"

Within the Void Realm.

Wang Shuo heard the sound of the immortal burial coffin lid closing.

It was as if his Soul had been sucked out.

His Battle Intent was shattered.

The hand holding the Battle Halberd loosened.

Peak Master Jiang Qiyue's Ice Phoenix Sword took the opportunity to strike, knocking his Battle Halberd away.

He didn't dodge, nor did he even move.

A Quasi-Emperor with a severed arm, a lost son, and shattered Battle Intent.

He was already no different from a cripple.

Lin Yi looked at Wang Qian, who was fleeing wretchedly in the Void Realm, a cold light flashing in his eyes as he decided to add more fuel to the fire.

"Old thing! The taste of being chased and thrashed must not feel good, right?"

"To think you've lived for thirty thousand years, yet your so-called foundation is only this much!"

"In the opinion of This Holy Son, a piece of trash like you needs to settle in the gutter for a while!"

"However, even if you settle for another thirty thousand years, you are still destined to be a sacrifice for my Revered Master's sword!"