Chapter 139: The Death of Mo Yinyue

It was undeniable: the hundred-meter-tall phantom of the Maitreya Buddha hovering overhead remained, refusing to dissipate. This sight could only mean that Mo Yingyue might not be dead yet.

How could he still be alive? His heart was gone, and his head had been crushed into pulp by the phoenix claws of Donggong Qianxue. Could this really be true?

*Swish!*

The headless corpse of Mo Yingyue, which had been standing silently, suddenly erupted into movement. Gripping his battle sword tightly, he launched a frenzied assault against Donggong Qianxue. He was indeed still alive!

"Hahahaha...!"

As he charged with his sword, the hundred-meter Maitreya phantom above Donggong Qianxue let out another peal of sinister laughter, resonant as the tolling of a great bell.

"Damn it! Is this wretched bastard some kind of immortal cockroach?" Donggong Qianxue cursed in fury. No adjectives could describe the shock she felt; the scene was simply beyond belief. She flapped her massive wings and engaged once more in a wild battle with the heartless, headless Mo Yingyue.

"Hiss..."

The onlookers all drew a sharp breath. Where on earth did such a freak come from? Even in this state, he still refused to die.

"Damn, is the cultivation world always this insane?" Chen Changsheng felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare, unable to believe his eyes. He turned to the Blood Demon Ancestor and asked, "Old Demon, what is actually going on here?"

The Blood Demon Ancestor was a being from the Realm of Gods, possessing vast knowledge—he was effectively a walking encyclopedia—so Chen Changsheng didn't hesitate to consult him.

The Blood Demon Ancestor mused, "Young Master Chen, it is clear that the forbidden pill Mo Yingyue consumed earlier is at work. He is, in fact, already dead. That pill is preserving his final breath, allowing him to continue fighting."

"Does such a monstrous pill exist in this world?"

"Indeed. The fact that Mo Yingyue's body expanded to ten meters in height is proof that the forbidden pill he took contains immense life force."

Chen Changsheng understood, then asked, "How, then, can Mo Yingyue be truly destroyed?"

"He must be torn completely to shreds," the Blood Demon Ancestor replied. "Only then will the medicinal power of that forbidden pill have nothing left to sustain, and he will naturally perish for good."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a faint sound—*riiiip*—the sound of muscle being torn asunder, echoed from the center of the arena.

Chen Changsheng hurried to look, just in time to see Donggong Qianxue’s massive phoenix claws seizing Mo Yingyue’s hulking frame and tearing with all her might, ripping him into pieces.

The scene was indescribably gory.

"Ah!" The crowd gasped.

"Yue'er!" Empress Lou Meisha of the Mo Lou Sacred Kingdom trembled violently, tears streaming down her face instantly. She had watched with her own eyes as her son was torn to shreds by the princess of the Chunqiu Sacred Kingdom. The world spun before her eyes, and she nearly fainted.

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!" From the main viewing platform, Gu Shaobai shook with rage. With Mo Yingyue dead, his plan was completely ruined.

"Bai'er, there is no need for anger," the Ancient Emperor beside him said, shaking his head faintly. "I no longer care for the throne of the Sacred Domain, and neither should you. It does not matter which of these four princes or princesses eventually secures the nomination for the Sacred Emperor."

Eh? What did he mean?

Gu Shaobai froze, looking at the Ancient Emperor in disbelief. "Father, what do you mean by that?"

Only a moment ago, his father had helped him by giving Mo Yingyue a 'Forbidden Ape Pill,' and yet, in the blink of an eye, he no longer cared. His father’s attitude had shifted with startling speed!

"Because, in the future, we will ascend to that legendary world of Immortals and Gods. Whoever wants to sit on the Sacred Domain's throne can have it." A faint, pleasant smile appeared on the Ancient Emperor's aged face.

Gu Shaobai was shaken to his core, his heart churning like a stormy sea. He stared at his father as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. "Father, are you certain?"

The Ancient Emperor nodded. "Trust me. I already have a concrete plan to ascend the Heavenly Path."

Gu Shaobai sat stunned, a look of blissful satisfaction slowly spreading across his face, his blood beginning to boil with excitement. "Good! Father, if we can truly ascend the Heavenly Path, that would be wonderful!"

He swallowed hard, then glanced toward the distant Tantai Wushuang and Lou Meisha. The satisfied smile on his face curdled into a lecherous grin. "When the time comes, I want to take two more people with us to ascend the Heavenly Path."

If Tantai Wushuang and Lou Meisha knew they could ascend the Heavenly Path, they would probably crawl to his feet and lick his boots. Especially Tantai Wushuang—she had left his heart scarred and riddled with holes over the years. He longed to see her kneeling before him! Ah, just thinking about it was incredibly satisfying.

In the center of the arena, Donggong Qianxue looked up at the hundred-meter phantom of the Maitreya Buddha, watching as it grew increasingly translucent.

Finally, it vanished completely.

With the disappearance of the phantom, the evil, swelling power within Donggong Qianxue also vanished in an instant. Her Divine Phoenix form, which had expanded to several times its original size, returned to normal.

"Thank goodness... I didn't explode," Donggong Qianxue breathed a sigh of relief. She had clearly felt that her phoenix body had reached its limit; another ten seconds would have caused her to burst apart and die. That was close!

She then turned her gaze toward the battle between Murong Lan and Xiahou Liang.

By now, only two of the demonic gates surrounding Xiahou Liang remained, while only one blood-red phantom circled Murong Lan. She had already fired four of the five drops of blood essence left by the five generations of Sacred Ancestors of the Shenyue Sacred Kingdom, with only one drop left.

"Only the blood essence of the fifth generation Sacred Ancestor remains. It can destroy only one more demonic gate, but Xiahou Liang still has two."

Standing atop the Divine Moon, her clothes fluttering in the wind, Murong Lan pulled her silver bow to its full moon position, a silver arrow poised and ready.

At this moment, she hesitated. She knew clearly that once the final drop of ancestral blood essence was fired, she would have no further chance to defeat Xiahou Liang. He could simply retreat into his remaining gate and launch a sneak attack. But it was clear she had no choice. Xiahou Liang, with his two gates, possessed terrifying combat power; by relying on the constant rotation between them, he could wear her down until she died.

"Fifth Generation Sacred Ancestor, appear!" Murong Lan was decisive; after a brief hesitation, she let out a sharp cry.

The final blood phantom roared toward her and, in an instant, merged into the silver bow. The silver bow and arrow turned blood-red, and Murong Lan’s black hair transformed into a cascade of blood-red tresses. Her crimson eyes were murderous, cold as blades.

Standing on the Divine Moon, she pulled the blood-red bow to its full extent. Wisps of visible white spiritual energy surged from all directions, converging entirely into the blood-red arrow.

*Hum... hum...*

The blood arrow vibrated violently, releasing a burst of wild, explosive energy.