288: Chapter 735 Then Come On

The two landed side by side, stumbling slightly, their breathing becoming increasingly rapid, their injuries worsening, and blood spreading, yet they still gritted their teeth to support each other, never retreating half a step.

Wu Yang raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, breathing heavily, the Battle Intent in his eyes not only not extinguished but becoming increasingly fierce, filled with scarlet bloodshot veins.

Since Yuan Chen was not moving, they would fight to the last moment with their own flesh and blood!

Wu Yang suddenly raised his hand and took out a jar of potent spirit wine that had been sealed for a long time; the jar was ancient and the wine aroma was mellow.

His gaze became completely ruthless, filled with monstrous Evil Qi, no longer suppressing his injuries, no longer holding back any strength.

"Yang Chi, hold steady!"

With a deep shout, Wu Yang raised his hand to smash the Seal of the wine jar and drank wildly, tilting his head back!

The biting spirit wine surged into his throat and down into his stomach, instantly burning his internal organs and stirring up his entire Bloodline!

Boom—!

The extreme power of the wine exploded instantly, sweeping through his limbs and bones, connecting all the Meridians in his body!

His originally dormant Bloodline suddenly boiled, his exhausted Spiritual Qi was forcibly driven, his injured Physical Body was forcibly activated by the extreme medicinal power, and the ultimate potential hidden deep within his Physical Body was completely detonated by the spirit wine!

Blood-colored Spiritual Qi surged around Wu Yang, his clothes moved without wind, his hair danced wildly, and although his injuries had not healed, his aura skyrocketed in an instant!

His eyes were scarlet, filled with monstrous Evil Qi, and he had completely entered a berserk blood-battle state!

"Xuan Continent Dou Di?!"

Wu Yang stood in the Void Realm, his voice hoarse and violent, full of mad Battle Intent that would not cease until death: "Today I will let you see just how tough the bones and blood of our Canglan Domain Cultivators really are!"

The power of his berserk state exploded, and he held his war shovel, ignoring the erosion of the dark toxins and his heavy Physical Body injuries, and once again charged fiercely at Emperor Xuan Ye!

The spirit wine entered his stomach, burning his bones and soul.

At that moment, all the shackles, all the reservations, and all the concerns surrounding Wu Yang were completely torn apart by the extreme power of the wine and his towering Battle Intent.

His originally exhausted Spiritual Qi was like a bursting river, colliding wildly and rushing madly through his Meridians, bringing with it the excruciating pain of burning flesh and blood, forcibly propping up his already overdrawn and dilapidated Physical Body. The claw wound on his back, deep enough to see the bone, had originally been continuously corroded and worsened by the dark toxins, but now, under the scouring of his violent Bloodline, the toxins were forcibly suppressed and ceased to spread. However, the excruciating pain of torn skin and the soreness of bursting Meridians were multiplied, heavily crushing his Divine Soul perception.

His eyes were completely scarlet, covered in bloodshot veins, like a blood-bathed mad demon. His clothes were torn and fluttering, layered with bloodstains. He no longer had any composure or calmness, only the most primitive, purest, and fearless wildness of slaughter remained.

In this battle, he did not seek survival, did not seek a way out, did not seek a perfect victory, he only sought to fight!

"Kill!!"

The hoarse and violent roar shook the sky for a thousand miles, the Void Realm beneath Wu Yang's feet shattered with a bang, and he transformed into a blood-colored afterimage. Holding his heavy, ancient war shovel, he abandoned all defense, abandoned all techniques, and with the most barbaric and resolute posture, he rushed up again, fiercely attacking Emperor Xuan Ye!

The wind howled, and the smell of blood filled the air.

On the battlefield, dark Spiritual Qi permeated and shrouded everything, pitch-black underworld threads intertwined, and the murderous intent of annihilation was densely packed.

Emperor Xuan Ye stood at the core of the dark domain, his black robes fluttering, his imperial might heavy, his expression cold and arrogant. In his eyes, Wu Yang was nothing more than an ant making a final, desperate struggle. Even if he were to briefly go berserk and his combat power were to soar, it would still be like a candle flickering in the moonlight, not worth mentioning, and could be extinguished with a wave of his hand.

"A dying struggle, merely adding to the joke."

Emperor Xuan Ye sneered coldly, dark power surging at his fingertips. Countless pitch-black ghost claws tore through the Void Realm, carrying a terrifying force that could corrode the Divine Soul and annihilate all things. They densely covered the area, sealing off all of Wu Yang's charge routes, intending to crush this berserk, trapped beast instantly with overwhelming force.

Boom—!

The loud noise of offense and defense colliding exploded in the sky, and the violent Spiritual Qi shockwave swept across all directions, blowing away all the remaining flames of war and the shattered Void Realm.

Wu Yang's war shovel smashed through layers of ghost claws, blood-colored Spiritual Qi and dark Dou Qi colliding wildly, air waves rolling, and Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi trembling. However, the absolute gap in Realm could not be made up by blood and Qi alone.

The chasm between a Dou Di and a Dou Sheng was a crushing of the Origin level, a suppression of the Dao rules, and could never be overcome by a moment of berserk state or a surge of hot-bloodedness.

After just two Moves, Wu Yang completely fell into a disadvantageous position.

Emperor Xuan Ye's dark techniques were too strange and unsolvable, unpredictable in reality and illusion, combining offense and defense. The dark power penetrated and corroded his Meridians. With every collision, a cold and dead force invaded his body along the war shovel, tearing through his protective Spiritual Qi and destroying the Foundation of his Physical Body.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

After three consecutive hard clashes, Wu Yang's body shook violently, his chest heaved with excruciating pain, and mouthfuls of hot blood uncontrollably sprayed out. His body stumbled as if about to fall, and his already overdrawn and dilapidated Physical Body was increasingly on the verge of collapse.

The scarlet in his eyes became even more intense, and his consciousness had already begun to faint and drift, but the war shovel in his hand did not stop or yield in the slightest.

The more he was outmatched, the crazier he became; the more he was suppressed, the more valiant he became.

He gritted his teeth so hard they shattered, the taste of blood filling his mouth, and his hoarse, angry curses resounded through the sky, every word weeping blood, every sentence clanging, carrying the ultimate pride of unwillingness, unyielding, and indignation: "Xuan Continent Dou Di? Nothing much!"

"You rely on Realm suppression to fight like this?!"

"Today I, Wu Yang, am here, even if I die in battle, even if my Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, I will peel off a layer of the hypocritical skin of you Xuan Continent emperors!"

"Want to crush me, trample on the dignity of our Canglan Domain? Dream on!"

The angry curses echoed, shaking the wilderness, penetrating the sky full of war, and clearly falling into the ears of every Cultivator present.

Emperor Xuan Ye's expression instantly turned gloomy to the extreme, the murderous intent in his eyes surging; he had been publicly cursed and mocked by a dying junior of a lower Realm.

"Sharp-tongued! Today I will crush your bones, tear apart your Divine Soul, and let you know what is meant by the order of honor and inferiority, the laws of Heaven and Earth!"

Emperor Xuan Ye shouted angrily, his dark Dao erupting with full force, the pitch-black Spiritual Qi around him swelling several times over. The Void Realm completely fell into endless darkness, countless underworld threads twisted, dark blades crisscrossed, murderous intent was dense and overwhelming, attacking from all directions.

Wu Yang still fought to the death without retreating, his war shovel dancing wildly, blood-colored light filling the sky, forcibly carving out blood-colored paths in the endless dark murderous intent.

His consciousness became increasingly blurred, his mind dizzy and faint, the battlefield, enemies, and Void Realm before his eyes all began to overlap and distort in layers. The pain in his Physical Body had long since numbed, his senses gradually detaching, and he was nearly losing himself.

But strangely, his combat power did not fall along with it; instead, in this desperate situation where his consciousness was blurred and he broke free from worldly shackles, it climbed against the trend and skyrocketed step by step!

Abandoning deliberate techniques, discarding solidified Moves, and forgetting rigid patterns, every swing of his shovel, every slash, and every collision no longer followed the established Cultivation Technique trajectory, but moved with his heart and followed his thoughts.

Yet it was precisely this kind of Move without Moves, seemingly chaotic and crazy, that faintly matched the ultimate principles of Heaven and Earth, and secretly aligned with the rhythm of the Dao!

The Dao is simple, returning to the basics.

All complex Moves are ultimately inferior to breaking the enemy with one's heart and cutting through the situation by following the trend.

Wu Yang's attacks at this moment had no flashy lights or effects, only the purest power, the most direct slaughter, and the most precise breaking of the situation.

Each strike just happened to avoid the strange traps of Emperor Xuan Ye's dark arts, and each Move accurately hit the weak flaws of the dark Spiritual Qi. It was balanced in offense and defense, advancing and retreating with reason, natural and flawless.

The originally violent and chaotic blood battle gradually gave birth to a rhythm that transcended the Mortal world—clumsy yet domineering, crazy yet precise, rough yet containing the true meaning of the Dao.

Above the sea of clouds in the high sky, the four Sect Masters, who had originally been watching the battle indifferently, all shifted, their eyes flashing with deep shock and gravity.

"Winning without Moves, what kind of technique is this?!" Sect Master Kong Wenyuan frowned, his voice full of surprise, "This child, in the midst of life and death, consciousness blurred, actually has his combat power greatly increased!"

First Prince Lie Qingcang looked shocked and sighed in a deep voice: "What a terrifying Canglan Domain Prodigy!!"

In the center of the battlefield, Emperor Xuan Ye, who was exerting full force to suppress him, changed his expression completely for the first time.

His offensive, which he had originally been certain would win and suppress the whole situation, was actually forcibly stopped by Wu Yang's chaotic battle, which looked crazy but actually contained the trajectory of the Dao!

Puff!

With a soft sound, the blood-colored war shovel accurately broke through his dark protective light screen, carrying a resolute and violent force, grazing his shoulder armor, cutting the black robe, and tearing the skin and flesh. A shallow bloodstain appeared on the shoulder of this Dou Di powerhouse!

Emperor Xuan Ye was injured!

A dignified Xuan Continent orthodox Dou Di, a top powerhouse who had cultivated the Dao for many years and firmly suppressed those of the same rank, had actually been injured and had his Physical Body cut by a Dou Sheng, a dying junior!

Emperor Xuan Ye's pupils shrank, his face full of disbelief, the shock, shame, and rage in his heart intertwining and churning.

He was high above, looking down and suppressing, and should have easily killed the ant, but now he had been counterattacked and injured by a dying opponent, losing all face and dignity!

"Presumptuous!!"

Emperor Xuan Ye roared at the sky, the dark power around him churning violently, his aura violent and restless. The extreme sense of humiliation swept through his whole body, causing him to be truly enraged.

And on the battlefield, Wu Yang had completely lost control.

He had completely lost his self-consciousness, and in his eyes, there was only slaughter, only Battle Intent, and only the obsession to protect the dignity of the Canglan Domain. His body's movements had long since left the Realm of Mortal fighting. Every time he swung the war shovel, it drew upon the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and shook the order of the Void Realm. The blood-colored trajectories intertwined, seemingly messy, but secretly aligned with the simple Dao of Heaven and Earth's operation, every Move taking lives and breaking the enemy.

He no longer held back any strength, trading injury for injury, life for life. Even if the dark toxins eroded his Divine Soul, even if his Physical Body was on the verge of disintegration, even if his Meridians were breaking inch by inch, he still fought to the death without retreating.

For a time, this dying, berserk Canglan Domain Prodigy had actually forcibly forced a dignified Dou Di powerhouse to retreat step by step!

The sky full of dark murderous intent was torn apart layer by layer, and the endless dark Spiritual Qi was broken through by the blood-colored Battle Intent. Emperor Xuan Ye retreated again and again, his expression becoming increasingly ferocious, his mentality completely unbalanced.

The thousand-mile battlefield was silent.

Countless Xuan Continent Cultivators were dumbfounded, looking at the blood-bathed, mad figure who was defying the trend and defying the Emperor, with only extreme shock and awe left in their hearts.

"Can they really invade the Canglan Realm?"

And in the floating restaurant box in the center of the war, isolated from all the noise and slaughter outside.

Tea aroma curled, and a cool breeze blew gently.

Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao sat quietly by the window, her cold gaze passing through the window lattice, quietly watching the Heaven-Defying death battle below that overturned her cognition. The emotions in her eyes were complex and myriad—fear, shock, helplessness, and entanglement intertwined.

She turned her head, her gaze landing on the white-clad youth leisurely sipping tea beside her. Her voice was cold and calm, carrying a hint of finality: "It seems your subordinates are quite strong."

"Things have reached this point; there is nothing left to discuss, is there?"

Yuan Chen lightly twirled his teacup with his fingertips. The tea was clear, and light danced within it. His expression was languid and indifferent, his eyes devoid of any ripples, as if the Heaven-Defying bloody battle outside the window and the life and death of the Disciples were merely trivial, childish farces.

He raised his eyes to look at Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao, a faint smile curling the corners of his lips, his tone remaining casual: "There is something to discuss."

"I told you the only solution long ago."

Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao frowned slightly. Having already anticipated his answer, her inner helplessness deepened, yet she maintained the cold, proud bearing of an Empress: "Are you still sticking to that ridiculous rhetoric?"

Yuan Chen nodded faintly, his gaze earnest and open, without a hint of mockery: "It is not ridiculous. I was enamored with you from the first moment I saw you. You are a Prodigy of Xuan Continent, and I am the Master of Canglan Domain. We are a powerful match, and our paths of Dao are compatible. In all the heavens and myriad worlds, there is no one more suitable for you than I."

Upon hearing this, a flicker of anger and helplessness crossed Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao's cold face. She took a deep breath, her gaze suddenly freezing, and a faint aura of the Dao of Space quietly emerged around her: "Since you insist on this and refuse to yield even a single step, then we have no choice but to fight."

"Yuan Chen, I hope you do not regret your arrogance and stubbornness today."

Yuan Chen nodded gently, his expression composed and at ease, his eyes carrying the certainty of one who overlooks the entire situation: "We shall see."

These four simple words fell lightly, yet they carried supreme confidence.

Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao's gaze darkened slightly. She turned her head again to look at the tragic battle outside the window, watching Wu Yang, who was already overdrawn and on the verge of death, holding on purely by willpower. Her tone carried a hint of probing and confusion: "Your man is about to reach his limit. He is in a near-death frenzy and completely exhausted; if he continues to fight, only death and the dissipation of his soul await him."

"Why do you refuse to intervene? Do you truly intend to watch your subordinate die here?"

Yuan Chen took a light sip of tea, his tone flat and calm, without a ripple: "It is fine."

"His limit has not yet been reached."

Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao frowned tightly, pressing further: "Not yet reached? With the suppression of a Dou Di, his Divine Soul overdrawn, and his Physical Body disintegrating, this dire situation is already the limit for any Cultivator. If he continues to exhaust himself, he will undoubtedly die. As the Master of Canglan, are you truly not pained or moved in the slightest?"

Yuan Chen's gaze was distant as he looked calmly at the blood-soaked battlefield outside the window, his voice composed: "Without experiencing life-and-death battles and breaking through the shackles of dire straits, how can one tread the Peak and attain the Great Dao?"

"Today, being able to gain an Epiphany at the hands of a Dou Di and grow against the odds—even if he is injured and near death—means the Opportunity and insights into the Dao he has gained far exceed a hundred years of bitter cultivation."

"You truly are… completely different from ordinary powerhouses of the heavens." Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao sighed softly, her tone filled with complex emotions.

Yuan Chen smiled faintly: "If you are willing to stay, you will see much more in the future."

Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao composed her expression, returning to her cold and distant demeanor. She stopped speaking and silently gazed at the battle outside the window, the wariness and gravity in her heart growing ever stronger.

On the battlefield outside, the slaughter had reached its most tragic Peak.

Emperor Xuan Ye, who had been forced back step by step by Wu Yang, had completely lost face. His inner rage was monstrous, and he had completely cast aside the composure and dignity of an Emperor, becoming ruthless and fighting to the death with all his might!

"A mere ant dares to suppress my Imperial Might! Die!"

Emperor Xuan Ye roared sharply, his Dark-element Dao fully unleashed. Endless darkness overturned the sky, and the aura of the Dao of Annihilation enveloped a thousand miles of airspace. The world suddenly darkened, and the sun and moon lost their light.

All his Moves turned into lethal killing blows, each one aimed at taking a life and shattering the Divine Soul.

A pitch-black, world-destroying hand of darkness crushed across the sky, carrying the terrifying power to devour all things. Countless soul-devouring needles hid in the Void Realm, impossible to guard against, striking directly at the Divine Soul. The black wind of annihilation tore through the world, and wherever it passed, Spiritual Qi shattered and the Void Realm collapsed.

Each strike was the ultimate condensation of Emperor Xuan Ye's lifelong cultivation, and each Move was a lethal Profound Truth at the Dou Di level. They were fierce, domineering, sinister, and treacherous, sealing off every possibility for Wu Yang to survive, break out, or evade.

The storm-like lethal onslaught poured down frantically, completely submerging Wu Yang's thin, blood-stained body.

Wu Yang, who had originally been raging against the odds and suppressing his opponent step by step, was ultimately limited by his Physical Body, exhausted Spiritual Qi, and overdrawn Divine Soul.

The rhythm of his Dao Epiphany gradually faded, and the aftermath of his extreme frenzy erupted completely. His movements became heavy, sluggish, and slow; the force of his shovel strikes diminished significantly, and the rhythm of his offense and defense fell into complete chaos.

He was still gritting his teeth to fight to the death, still swinging instinctively, still supporting his body with an indomitable will, but his combat power was visibly plummeting.

Weakness, fatigue, intense pain, and dizziness washed over him in layers, like ten thousand mountains pressing down on his body, making every movement cost an extreme price.

His consciousness was completely blurred, his eyes crimson and hollow. Only a trace of instinctual Battle Intent supported his broken body. Like a lone beast on the verge of death, he still refused to bow, refused to be defeated, and refused to admit defeat.

High above in the sea of clouds, at the Sect Master's seat, Sect Master Su Wanling silently looked down at the battle below. His expression was indifferent and composed. Finally, he spoke slowly, his cold voice resounding across the sky: "Keep him alive."

Three simple words settled the entire situation.

On the battlefield, Emperor Xuan Ye, who had been blinded by the bloodlust, paused upon hearing this. He instantly reined in his lethal killing intent, and his eyes were replaced with cold control and mockery.

"Since the Sect Master has given the order, I will spare your dog's life!"

Emperor Xuan Ye sneered and grabbed at the air with one hand! Hum—!

A golden divine chain with complex patterns burst through the air—the Immortal Binding Lock!

This treasure was designed to restrain a Cultivator's Spiritual Qi, Seal their Dao cultivation, and lock down their Divine Soul Origin. Once it entangled a target, regardless of how Heaven-Defying one's combat power or Dao might be, they would be completely bound and unable to Move.

Golden light crisscrossed the sky, wrapping around in an instant and precisely binding Wu Yang's broken body. Swish!

The divine chain tightened, its spiritual light locking down. Layer upon layer, it wrapped around his body, the domineering restraining force instantly suppressing him completely. The residual blood-colored Spiritual Qi around Wu Yang dissipated instantly, the rhythm of the Dao he had just gained an Epiphany for was completely Sealed, and his limbs and bones were all locked tight, leaving him with no ability to Move.

He was tightly bound in the Void Realm, his body swaying, covered in wounds and bloodstains, his Spiritual Qi completely Sealed, and all combat power lost. Yet even so, he still refused to submit and refused to admit defeat.

He was like a lone beast that had fallen into a trap, covered in wounds yet with an unyielding pride. His head was held high, his crimson eyes staring fixedly at Emperor Xuan Ye in front of him, and a low, hoarse, and unwilling crazy roar emanated from the depths of his throat.

On the other side, Yang Chi, who had been vigilantly guarding and waiting for an Opportunity to assist, witnessed his Senior Brother being captured and falling into a desperate situation. His eyes instantly erupted with extreme anxiety and fury.

"Brother Wu Yang!"

Yang Chi cried out in grief. No longer concerned for his own safety, his Spiritual Qi went completely berserk. His glistening white spirit spear flared with cold light, and with a flash of his figure, he charged out recklessly, intending to break through the restraints, sever the divine chain, and rescue Wu Yang!

But the moment he moved, high above, Sect Master Su Wanling cast an indifferent gaze downward and spoke softly. His tone was flat, yet carried the undeniable authority of a Sect Master, resounding across the thousand-mile battlefield: "Enough. The farce should end."

The moment his words fell, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi suddenly stagnated, and the entire airspace was completely Sealed.

A massive palm of Spiritual Qi, covering ten thousand miles of sky, materialized out of thin air and crashed down. It blocked the sun and sky, its pressure monstrous, and with the supreme Dao might of a top-tier Sect Master, it slowly descended.

The entire Void Realm was completely imprisoned. Yang Chi's figure instantly froze in mid-air, his Spiritual Qi completely locked down, and his movement techniques, offensive Moves, and path forward were all sealed off.

He struggled with all his might, fully pushing his Spiritual Qi, but in the face of the absolute power of a Sect Master level, all his struggles appeared pale and ridiculous.

The giant spirit palm slowly closed, its five fingers encircling to firmly grip Yang Chi's thin body.

The palm was like a heavenly prison, imprisoning everything. Yang Chi was completely unable to Move, his Spiritual Qi fully Sealed, and his Battle Intent suppressed, leaving him with no ability to resist.

Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao withdrew her gaze from the battlefield, her cold eyes landing back on the white-clad youth leisurely sipping tea beside her. Hidden in her eyes were traces of complexity, sharpness, and a hint of irrepressible surprise.

She had watched with her own eyes as Wu Yang bathed in blood and went berserk, had an Epiphany in a desperate situation, watched him fight a Dou Di with the body of a Dou Saint, and watched him force back a powerful enemy step by step, only to be exhausted and captured, falling into a desperate situation.

Two of his Prodigy subordinates had been defeated and captured, their lives hanging on the whim of another. An ordinary powerhouse would have long been unable to restrain themselves and would have attacked in a rage. Yet, the Yuan Chen before her had been calm from beginning to end, sipping his tea with ease, without joy or anger, without a single ripple, as if those who had been defeated and captured were not his subordinates at all.

Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao frowned slightly and spoke softly, her tone carrying a hint of probing and a bit of forced finality: "Your men have all been captured. Now that things have reached this point, do you still intend to stand by and watch without intervening?"

Her voice was soft, yet every word landed with impact, breaking the silence in the private seating area.

Yuan Chen slowly set down the celadon teacup in his hand, the bottom of the cup touching the table with a crisp, light sound. He raised his eyes, his deep, black pupils untainted by any killing intent, calm and gentle, and he calmly uttered three words: "Then I shall intervene."

There was no impassioned Battle Intent, no cold killing intent. His tone was flat and composed, as if he were just casually deciding on a trivial matter, yet it carried an innate, supreme confidence that transcended the heavens.

Hearing this, a stern, faint smile suddenly bloomed on Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao's cold and beautiful face.

This smile shed the previous hesitation, helplessness, and forbearance; it shed the humility of pleading and the restraint of confrontation, and was once again infused with the proud, stern air unique to the Empress of Xuan Continent—peerless, elegant, and with her full aura unleashed.

Her eyes were clear and bright as she looked straight into Yuan Chen's eyes. Her tone carried a light warning, as well as the solemnity before a decisive battle: "Very well, then you must be prepared. This time, I will personally make a Move against you."

Yuan Chen's lips curled slightly upward, forming a casual smile. His posture was relaxed, calm, and unafraid: "Feel free to come."

Sect Leader Ling Tianjiao laughed softly again, no longer arguing or maneuvering further.

Since they could not reach an agreement, they could only decide the winner by force and determine who was superior through the Dao.