304: Ending

Run!

This was the only path he could take.

Even if he felt like he was being toyed with, he would do anything to survive.

As long as he could return to the Tyrant Ancient Star alive, that would be Wang Ming's death date.

The Tyrant accelerated his escape.

He was using a secret technique to recover from his injuries, doing his best to maintain a relatively good state so as not to affect his speed while fleeing.

He wanted to gamble on this last chance for survival.

However, Wang Ming seemed to be doing it on purpose.

Every time the Tyrant's injuries showed signs of recovery, Wang Ming would unleash a punch, keeping him in a continuous bleeding state.

He deliberately drove him, intentionally imitating how his late father once pursued the Holy Master of Yao Guang.

The flames of war spread, and everywhere the two passed was a mess.

Just like that, the chase extended from City 27 all the way to City 30.

They traversed several Ancient Stars of Life, covering hundreds of millions of miles, and were witnessed by countless people along the way.

In an instant, Wang Ming's prestige far surpassed that of the Tyrant.

The news of the Tyrant being beaten and pursued spread throughout the entire Universe Star Sea.

At the same time, the Tyrant was in a wretched state.

His soul was bloodied, his body covered in wounds, and his bright purple eyes now appeared dim.

His Qi was extremely weak.

Even the recovery secret technique he could originally maintain was now useless to him.

Death!

This thought frantically swirled in his mind.

He clearly knew he wouldn't live.

He couldn't escape, no matter how he tried.

Wang Ming was too terrifying.

Could his speed truly be maintained in such a state indefinitely?

There was not the slightest sign of weakening.

He had been pursued all this way.

The Tyrant was even desperate.

No, he had actually been desperate for a long time; now he was on the verge of collapse.

He couldn't help but stop.

He let out an incomparably mournful shriek.

The Great Dao trembled, and countless people watching this scene felt a sense of sorrow.

On the Starry Sky Ancient Road, no matter how magnificent and unrivaled a Prodigy you were, even someone of the Tyrant's caliber would encounter stronger adversaries.

There are always people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens – this was demonstrated vividly at this moment.

Everyone seemed to realize something.

The Tyrant stopped fleeing, seemingly turning to face the battle.

Or perhaps he wanted to defend his last shred of prestige.

But was it still in time?

Seeing his body covered in wounds, everyone fell silent for a moment.

The once most domineering and arrogant Tyrant was about to fall just like that.

And the one who gained fame by stepping on him was a young man who previously had no reputation.

"Ah!!!"

A mournful shriek echoed across the heavens and earth.

The Tyrant, like a madman, had eyes that seemed to be stained with blood, intensely crimson.

His purple hair flew wildly in the Void Realm, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Ming.

He no longer chose to flee.

How else could he escape?

His own secret technique and vital essence were almost completely burned away.

Now, he was just a broken Physical Body.

He lost!

Perhaps she should have realized this fact earlier.

If he had faced it calmly, perhaps he wouldn't have been humiliated and then pursued to his death.

For a moment, a hint of regret arose in the Tyrant's heart, but it was immediately followed by an intense and tragic hatred.

Today, Wang Ming would definitely pay a heavy price.

Ancient runes, flickering on and off, appeared all over his Physical Body.

The Sage Way Law also emerged at this moment.

However, this Law no longer had its former clear order; it now appeared incredibly chaotic, and its power was clearly weakened to the extreme.

All of this was because his Dao Heart was shattered.

He had been pursued for hundreds of millions of miles, and even now, he couldn't escape.

He himself was already lost, so how could his Sage Way be clear?

He roared and charged towards Wang Ming.

The Qi all over his body grew increasingly intense, as if he intended to self-destruct, dragging Wang Ming with him to the Yellow Springs.

"Wang Ming, my loss doesn't mean the Heavenly Tyrant Body lineage has lost."

"It's because my skills are lacking, and also because you are not a pure Ancient Sacred Body."

As he spoke, his speed suddenly accelerated, and he exploded directly towards Wang Ming.

The Qi on his body became even more tragic, and the danger made the surrounding spectators quickly retreat, afraid of being affected.

Wang Ming's expression remained incredibly calm.

Even though he could feel the threat emanating from the Tyrant, if his guess was correct, the other party had decided to self-destruct.

But so what?

No one could self-destruct in front of him.

Wang Ming, calm and composed, pointed with both hands.

The myriad Dao of heaven and earth were at his command at this moment.

The next moment, the Tyrant's intense Qi was instantly suppressed.

Then it became peaceful.

The feeling of threat instantly vanished.

The Tyrant stood frozen in place.

What's going on?

Why is this happening?

Can't he even seek death himself?

The Tyrant looked at Wang Ming, not far away, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Wang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, walking towards him step by step in the Void Realm.

His gaze was condescending, looking down at him from above.

He was like a young Great Emperor, surveying all directions, his Qi swallowing mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, with the sound of a golden palace, unrivaled through ancient and modern times.

"Hand over the Taiyin Holy Scripture, or I will use your Physical Body and blood to deduce it myself."

"You choose."

The Tyrant roared to the sky.

"If you want to kill me, why humiliate me in such a way? Even if I die, I will never hand over the Taiyin Holy Scripture to you."

"Come and get it yourself!"

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

He knew that he had now become Wang Ming's plaything.

He had no strength left to resist at all.

Perhaps he still had the power to fight earlier.

But the escape along the way had already exhausted all his remaining strength.

Now, only death remained.

Facing Wang Ming, no one would ever be able to defeat such a monster in the future, right?

This thought suddenly arose in his mind.

At this moment, Wang Ming unleashed a punch, aiming for his head.

The next moment, his hard skull remained undamaged.

However, all the flesh and blood on his body exploded into a bloody mist in an instant.

Wang Ming waved his hand, collecting all the bloody mist.

Immediately after, he began to use Chaos Origin to reverse-deduce the Taiyin Holy Scripture.

Chaos Origin could evolve everything, and through the residual parts in the great blood, it could completely reverse-deduce everything.

But everyone was stunned at this moment.

The Tyrant was truly dead.

The Tyrant, who was unrivaled in his generation and suppressed all beings on the Starry Sky Ancient Road, had fallen just like that.

It seemed to cause no ripples, bringing no shock to anyone.

His demise was like the end of an ordinary Prodigy.

But he should have... like that other Tyrant Body, commanded authority between heaven and earth.

Or perhaps he could have proven the Dao and become an Emperor; the Tyrant definitely had that potential.

Yet, he fell just like that.

Everyone was silently speechless.

They were descendants of failures to begin with.

At this moment, they could feel that sense of failure even more deeply.

It was like 100,000 heavenly soldiers who Cultivated their entire lives, only to Ascend to Immortality and ultimately become just one part of the siege against the Great Sage.