231: Chapter 231 Empty Sorrow

Chen Xing's astonishing performance caused all the gods to look at him with new eyes, especially the kings who favored him.

They knew Chen Xing was strong, a Prodigy with talent so outrageous it defied logic, but they still had not predicted this outcome.

"If I remember correctly, five years ago, he had only just broken through to the Heavenly Position Realm, still just a minor Heavenly Venerate, right?" an alien god could not help but say.

"Five years is simply not enough for someone to break through from a minor Heaven Rank to a middle Heaven Rank, yet he has actually reached the Great Heavenly Position?"

"Could it be that he used some special medicine?"

"Impossible, his Foundation is too solid, his Internal World is filled with light, he did not force a Breakthrough."

"Then how did this happen?"

"..."

The world did not understand; by all conventional logic, this situation should have been impossible.

But it happened nonetheless, and Chen Xing did it even better; one could say he had blazed a new trail.

"A peerless Prodigy, the Human Race... no, the Esper Alliance has gained another one!"

"How could they be so lucky? It is over. Even if Hua Zizai is defeated, Yao Wuxie cannot survive now!"

"..."

The beings of the Universe Sea were pale with shock. They had thought that having one Hua Zizai was the limit for the Esper Alliance, but they had not expected another.

At this moment, the explosions on the battlefield ceased.

The dust cleared, and Hua Zizai and Yao Wuxie stood in the Void Realm, looking at each other, the atmosphere exceptionally peaceful.

Both their weapons had long since shattered, stuck in the Void Realm, still stained with the opponent's blood.

Perhaps it was not an illusion, but at this final moment of Life and Death, their expressions were exceptionally calm, possessing a sense of release.

"No..." The experts of the Yao Race were shaken to their core, unable to accept this fact.

"Truly delightful. Yao Wuxie, I probably will not forget you for the rest of my life." Hua Zizai curled his lips upward, his face filled with satisfaction.

They had both reached the final moment, though Yao Wuxie was more heavily injured and could no longer participate in the great battle.

Hua Zizai still had some strength left, enough for a move or two, but that was all; they were evenly matched, with little difference between them.

Yao Wuxie tried to stand up but found his Bloodline depleted and his Origin dried up; he was at the end of his rope.

"Heh... that was... truly satisfying!" He smiled with relief, his face also filled with satisfaction.

He looked up at his opponent, his gaze flickering faintly, as if conveying something.

Hua Zizai looked at him, his expression calm, but his gaze gradually grew heavy.

A moment later, Yao Wuxie forced his body to stand up, but unexpectedly, he did not attempt a counterattack.

"Splurt!"

Yao Wuxie raised his hand, summoning the broken long spear from afar, and pierced his own body on the spot.

"No!" The kings of the Yao Race saw this scene and immediately understood what this Junior was trying to do.

"My little grandson... why go to such lengths?" A veteran old Yao King closed his eyes, unable to hold back any longer.

Hua Zizai's pupils shrank suddenly, his mouth opened but he could not speak, and he could not help but clench his fists.

Yao Wuxie laughed bleakly a few times and looked up, saying: "Junior Yao Wuxie, in my life I have never liked killing, only hunting the Evil Path, angering the heavens and committing heinous crimes."

"But this matter was done by me alone, it has nothing to do with the descendants of the Yao Race. Today, this Junior atones with his death, and I hope the Saint of Chaos will not harm the innocent!"

"No, Ancestor God!"

"..."

Outside the arena, the Yao were weeping, finally understanding the other's meaning.

If it were just a personal battle, Yao Wuxie would surely have self-destructed at the last moment to fight his opponent to the death.

But now, in front of all the gods and the Eternal Black Hand above, Yao Wuxie wanted to leave a way out for the Demon Alliance and his companions.

All these years, his suppression of the Evil Path had already gone against the will of the Evil Path Saint.

Yao Wuxie was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of suffering, but he was afraid that the Demon Alliance, his elders, and his Juniors would suffer because of his actions.

So, at the last moment, Yao Wuxie was willing to abandon his usual pride and dignity, choosing to atone with his death, hoping only that the Evil Emperor of Chaos would raise his hand and spare the Demon Alliance.

"Old Xie..." Hua Zizai was moved.

"You are a worthy opponent. After this fight, I am satisfied. If your will is firm, keep it up; do not let the Evil Path pollute your world." Yao Wuxie interrupted him, his expression solemn.

"..." Hua Zizai looked at him, wanting to say something, but unable to speak.

Dare not speak loudly, for fear of startling the people in heaven.

Chen Xing looked at the weeping experts of the Yao Race, then looked at Yao Wuxie, who was meeting his death calmly in the arena, and a turbulent storm surged in his heart.

As an enemy, this guy was indeed strong and would bring great disaster.

But looking at Yao Wuxie from another angle, he dared to purge the Evil Path within the Demon Alliance, where Evil Path magic was rampant, just to trade for a peaceful environment for his race—was he not also a hero?

It is just a pity that, from a standpoint, Yao Wuxie was opposed to them, and they could not let him go no matter what.

"He is a hero, I admire him!" Zhong Yang cupped his fists.

"An existence powerful to the extreme; this is the first time I have seen Hua beaten like this!" Mo Xin nodded. She had always respected the strong, and she would show respect even to an opponent.

"Pity me, the final thing was not accomplished after all... Old Ancestors, Masters..."

Yao Wuxie looked up at the sky, not knowing if he was crying or what, but his body began to dissipate.

Reflecting on this life, he had constantly worked hard to handle internal affairs to purge the Evil Path, rarely appearing in the first half of his life.

It was not until most of the Evil Path within the Demon Alliance was suppressed and liquidated that Yao Wuxie finally appeared on the battlefield, and his every move shocked all races.

But in the end, he still lost, defeated by a respectable opponent, and he had nothing to say.

It is just a pity... Yao Wuxie's efforts to suppress the Evil Path over these years would be completely wiped out. Even if his confession this time made the Saint spare the Demon Alliance, the aftermath would likely be the Evil Path re-corroding them.

"Empty sorrow, empty sorrow..." Yao Wuxie's face was filled with regret, and he eventually dissipated between heaven and earth.

"No!" Within the Demon Alliance, countless great Yao were shaken, especially the experts belonging to Yao Wuxie's command.

"Luoxuan, do not shed tears!" A True Dragon Yao King looked at the other king beside him and sighed.

Generally speaking, in this kind of situation, the more powerful and high-ranking a person is, the less they should show sadness and despair.

Because they still have to lead the race, they must never lose faith because of this.

That Yao King gritted his teeth, but tears still slid down his aged face: "A Yao King will not shed tears, but... an Old Ancestor will!"

"You... sigh!" The Dragon King closed his eyes and sighed, having nothing to say.

"Go well." On the field, Hua Zizai nodded slowly, seeing off his opponent.

Ancestor God Yao Wuxie, fallen!

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, the barrier of the Void God Realm vanished, and countless experts flew over, wanting to seize the initiative.

"Seeking death!"

Zhong Yang and Mo Xin moved simultaneously, along with other Heavenly Gods of the Esper Alliance, blocking all those with malicious intent.