Su Yueli let out a muffled groan, her face instantly turning deathly pale.
The withered figure of the old man slowly materialized behind her. His wrinkled, corpse-like face pressed close to her ear, every breath he exhaled carrying a pungent, rotting stench.
“Junior, you are quite bold.”
The old man stared at Su Yueli's cold, stubborn face, cruelty and greed flickering in his eyes. “Not only did you destroy my sect, but you also want to use this remnant body of mine as a whetstone for you to reach the peak?”
With her neck gripped tightly, the sensation of suffocation and the pain of her soul being torn apart assaulted her simultaneously, yet her brilliant eyes remained exceptionally calm.
“Old man, you should have been in the grave long ago.”
Forcing down the death energy rampaging through her body, Su Yueli even managed to curl her lips into a cold smile. “Forcibly breaking out of your coffin, how much of your lifespan do you have left? Ten minutes? Or fifteen? Even if you kill me, you won't survive.”
She was gambling—gambling on this old monster's extreme desire for longevity.
The old fogies who walked out of longevity tales feared death above all else and cared the most about gains and losses.
Hearing this, an imperceptible ripple flickered in the old man's blood-red eyes.
Su Yueli caught this instantly. She continued to transmit her voice through her mind, sending it straight into the old man's sea of consciousness: “If you stop now, I can use the life laws I just comprehended to extend your lifespan by a hundred years.”
“A hundred years is more than enough for you to search for divine medicine again or rebuild your sect. If you insist on fighting me to the death, even if you manage to kill me, your completely exhausted body will absolutely not survive today!”
This was a psychological tug-of-war.
Su Yueli knew very well that against a late stage Thirteenth Realm old monster, she stood no chance in a direct clash. Her only sliver of hope lay in shattering his psychological defense and exploiting his fear of running out of lifespan.
The old man gave a grim laugh. His withered fingers tightened slightly, and the sound of bones groaning under immense pressure instantly echoed from Su Yueli's fair neck.
“Sharp-tongued junior.”
The old man's voice was freezing cold, completely unmoved.
“Do you take me for a three-year-old child? Life laws? If you could truly control such heaven-defying laws, how could you be pinned down by me? Besides, if I kill you and seize your entire blood qi and immortal soul, I can live just the same!”
“Ant, how dare you sever my sect's lineage! Today, even if I have to search heaven and earth, I will extract your soul and torture it with the Nine Underworlds Cold Flame for ten thousand years, leaving you wishing for death but unable to die!”
Before his voice could fade, the old man violently swept his left sleeve.
Buzz!
The void trembled slightly.
An ancient bronze mirror, its edges densely engraved with profound runes, whistled out of his sleeve and hovered a hundred yards in the air.
The moment this mirror appeared, the entire world seemed to lose all sound.
The foundation of the Cangyun Sect, their sole Supreme Immortal Artifact—the Heaven-Locking Mirror!
“Rise!”
The old man spat a mouthful of natal essence blood onto the ancient bronze mirror.
Instantly, tens of thousands of brilliant rays of immortal light erupted from the mirror's surface. The light was not blinding, yet it carried an unquestionable, absolute will.
The immortal light cascaded down like a waterfall, turning into a massive barrier of light that tightly enveloped everything within a hundred-mile radius.
Buzz—
At this moment, space was completely locked down.
The wind died down, and the air ceased to flow.
Even a speck of dust floating above the ruins was frozen solid in mid-air under the illumination of the immortal light.
Su Yueli felt her body grow over a hundred times heavier. The spiritual energy in her body ground to a halt almost the instant the immortal light descended, and even the circulation of her soul became extremely sluggish.
Space was sealed; laws retreated.
This was the power of a Supreme Immortal Artifact. Combined with a supreme cultivation of the late stage Thirteenth Realm, the old man was the absolute ruler within this hundred-mile radius.
There was no escaping, no evading.
Su Yueli clenched her teeth tightly, blood seeping from her lips.
As she stared at the ancient bronze mirror overhead and felt the old man's killing intent behind her, a fatal sense of crisis instantly enveloped her entire body.
As the mirror's surface vibrated, the void was burned and distorted. Wherever the white light passed, soil and rocks were instantly vaporized.
Su Yueli remained expressionless. She pushed her Myriad Tribulations Realm physical body to its absolute limit at this moment.
A faint golden glow shone through the surface of her skin, the luster of her golden bones showing through her flesh.
Boom!
Two great forces, both belonging to the Thirteenth Realm, collided head-on in the void.
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a deafening, ringing silence.
Immediately after, the violent energy transformed into an invisible wave, instantly shearing off a hundred yards from the main peak of Mount Cangyun. Before the falling rocks could even hit the ground, they were ground into dust by the shockwaves in mid-air.
The Ancestor stared intently at the golden light, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
He held an immortal artifact, and his cultivation level was two minor realms higher than Su Yueli's.
Yet the masked, mysterious figure before him possessed a body so powerful she was like a primordial fierce beast in human skin, forcibly enduring the auroral light of the immortal mirror to clash with him in the void.
By the thirtieth exchange of blows—
Crack.
A dull crack exploded inside Su Yueli's body.
Countless hairline cracks spiderwebbed across her golden bones.
Intense pain surged like a tide, yet she did not even knit her brows. She simply swallowed the golden divine blood welling up in her throat back down.
What she couldn't swallow dripped down the edge of her mask, blooming into dark, splotchy flowers on her clothes.
“I can't drag this out any longer.”
Su Yueli's mind remained extremely calm.
The old fogey opposite her was using his lifespan and the immortal artifact to wear her down.
He could afford to waste time, but she could not afford to let her current injuries worsen.
Once her physical body completely collapsed, she would truly become meat on a chopping block within the borders of the Great Li Dynasty.
The pressure from the immortal artifact was immensely heavy. The surrounding void was completely locked down by the immortal mirror, turning even spatial teleportation talismans into useless scrap paper.
If she wanted to leave, she would have to trade her life for a way out.
“Heizi, get ready.”
Clinging to her shoulder and almost completely merging with the shadows, Xiaohei let out a low whimper, its fur standing on end.
In the next instant, Su Yueli's eyes turned sharp.
With a thought, the mutated Martial Soul behind her, which had been silently enduring the pressure, suddenly took a step forward.
This Martial Soul, standing dozens of yards tall and emitting a bizarre black qi, suddenly saw half of its body expand under the Ancestor's astonished gaze, its skin surface covered in countless spiderweb-like red lines.
“Madwoman! Do you want us to perish together?!” The Ancestor's face fell dramatically. He subconsciously channeled the immortal mirror to pull back, trying to protect himself.
“Detonate.”
Su Yueli spat out a single word.
Boom—!
Half of the mutated Martial Soul's body violently self-detonated.
How terrifying was the self-detonation of a Thirteenth Realm expert's Martial Soul?
The destructive storm instantly tore apart the white light projected by the immortal mirror, causing the mirror itself to tremble violently as its spiritual light suddenly dimmed.
At the same time, the Ji Dao blood qi within Su Yueli's body burned frantically.
Xiaohei let out a roar, pouring all of its darkness origin into Su Yueli's right fist.
Ji Dao Fifth Style: Life Burner!
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