Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1081 - 678: Absolute Violence

Chapter 1081: Chapter 678: Absolute Violence

Sunlight poured down like a waterfall, piercing through the gray heavenly canopy and refracting through the blood river that stretched across the sky, casting a foreboding crimson veil over vast sections of the city streets below.

A hundred zhang of distance vanished in an instant.

Facing the youth who had suddenly teleported before him, Emperor Bai made no move to evade but simply launched a direct punch at the youth’s raised left hand.

"Bang————"

Fist met palm, and the ground below instantly cracked and caved in. The impact unleashed a wave of visible white shockwaves that howled outward, sweeping through the surrounding streets!

At the center of the collision,

Emperor Bai’s arm, clad in golden dragon scales, pressed down without pause after a brief lag. The sheer overwhelming power it exuded was not something Mu Nuo’s lone hand could withstand.

If it were an ordinary human arm, the bones would have collapsed under such immense force and twisted into an unrecognizable shape. Yet Mu Nuo’s arm instead compressed like malleable clay, wrapping around Emperor Bai’s scaled arm.

Watching this scene from above, Xu Yuan’s eyes instinctively narrowed.

He understood what Mu Nuo intended to do.

To exploit the undying exclusivity of its own body to counter Emperor Bai, forcing this Lord of the Ancient Abyss’s arm to disintegrate amid its own regenerative process.

This was akin to a gravitational rule.

Yet for this little wretch to think they could use such a method to contend with Emperor Bai—it seemed they underestimated this millennia-old Dragon Emperor.

As this thought crossed his mind,

without any warning or sound, everything obstructing Emperor Bai’s fist aura suddenly vanished.

Mu Nuo’s arm, along with its entire left shoulder and most of its chest, disappeared in an instant, leaving behind a semi-zhen-deep hole bored into the ground.

Through this fathomless hole, Xu Yuan caught sight of the torn body of the Bug Saint below.

With a single punch,

Emperor Bai had pierced through Mu Nuo’s body,

shattered the solid foundations beneath by hundreds of zhang,

and even punched through the Bug Saint’s hiding husk.

The raw, absolute power commanded by the Lord of the Ancient Abyss,

in this moment,

was displayed in all its unrelenting glory!

Gulp....

Xu Yuan instinctively swallowed hard.

Such terrifying force and chilling precision—just brushing against it could wound a Saint; direct impact meant certain death.

That maternal uncle of his had managed to contend with such a being as a mere human and even held an upper hand through hundreds of exchanges. For the first time, Xu Yuan felt he truly understood the weight of the title "Dayan Sword Saint" and its golden legacy.

Emperor Bai’s dragon-like eyes, luminous with golden light, slanted slightly, glancing at the black, fathomless eyes of the youth before him, and then at the faintly emerging fleshy scales below. His voice was low and indifferent:

"Though I have no wish to oppose your kin, the matter of the Dragon Spirit will not allow compromise."

Staring at the missing left half of its body, madness surged faintly in Mu Nuo’s pitch-black gaze. Its mouth opened as if to speak, but no words emerged.

Because its head was gone.

Retracting his fist and standing immobile, Emperor Bai’s detached gaze abruptly shifted away from Mu Nuo’s mutilated form, turning instead toward the direction of the western city. He murmured:

"So this is an Ancient Beast... to survive even this."

Just as Emperor Bai was about to act again to deal with the Bug Saint,

"Tap..."

The "youth," heavily mutilated and lacking most of its limbs, suddenly stretched out its only remaining hand to grab his wrist.

Through the dragon scales, Emperor Bai could feel the icy, frenzied madness emanating from the touch. Memories and a tumultuous array of emotions poured uncontrollably into his mind.

It was within the Ancient Abyss,

memories of Emperor Bai with his still-young son.

No, not memories.

Rather, it was an Illusionary Realm.

A demonic mesh of obsession and delusion.

The signature tactic of the Yin Ghost meant to assault the Will-spirit—its effects ranged from trapping its victims in cyclical memories to leaving them dazed and unfocused.

This sinister art appeared to have fused into Mu Nuo’s very body as a passive ability.

While Emperor Bai was momentarily enraptured, tendrils of pitch-black smoke seeped out from the ground. Like flowing silken sand, the shadows wrapped themselves tightly around his form, spreading along the contours of his dragon-scaled body and seeping steadily inward....

.

.

Standing in the spectator stands, two figures closely monitored every event on the battlefield below. Emperor Bai’s sudden immobilization naturally triggered their alarm.

The battlefield shifted too quickly to comprehend.

Just moments ago, Emperor Bai had devastated Mu Nuo with two punches and seemed unquestionably dominant, only to find himself suddenly subdued, eerily wrapped in those uncanny shadows.

"Should we... go help?"

Li Junwu asked hesitantly.

Though she could faintly discern the battle below through the City Defense Array, her limited perspective made it difficult to grasp the true situation.

Xu Yuan glanced back, his eyes tinged with a peculiar look:

"Who do you intend to help?"

Li Junwu pointed downward:

"Of course, the Demon Dragon. Isn’t the Ghost Infant already binding it? Or... am I mistaken in my judgment?"

Xu Yuan shook his head and said:

"Not entirely wrong. Normally, if something like this ensnared a cultivator, they’d likely lose their life. But Emperor Bai... he cannot be judged by conventional means."

"You’re saying Emperor Bai still has cards to play?" Li Junwu asked.

Xu Yuan rolled his eyes.

Right now, all Emperor Bai had revealed was his scale armor, essentially entering Stage Two in the Cangyuan Chronicles’ hierarchy. Stage Three’s Shadow wasn’t even in sight yet.

Xu Yuan didn’t immediately reply but raised his gaze to glance toward the outskirts of the eastern city.

A sense of unease crept over him.

Although the clash between Mu Nuo and Emperor Bai had only lasted a few breaths, the techniques Emperor Bai displayed indicated that unless Mu Nuo unleashed its full potential and pushed Emperor Bai to the brink of exhaustion, the Dragon Emperor could still instantaneously kill Li Junwu.

So, the true hope still rested on that maternal uncle.

The blood river surged violently, tearing through the City Defense Canopy before breaking through a section of Qin Ke’s hundred-zhang Burning Flame Path Domain, allowing clear sight into its interior.

Unexpectedly, what greeted Xu Yuan’s vision wasn’t the sight of his maternal uncle dominating the battlefield as expected. Instead, Feng Jiuxuan appeared somewhat disheveled.

The snowy white robes he wore were stained with large swathes of charred black. The long hair tied behind his head showed signs of burning, and the Nameless Sword in his hand wasn’t flashing with light to attack but instead wielded for defense against wave after wave of tide-like assaults.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan’s eye twitched involuntarily.

This wasn’t what they had agreed on—wasn’t he supposed to attempt to slay Qin Ke? And now this?

Shock rose within Xu Yuan but faded just as quickly. His gaze caught sight of another white-robed figure within the Burning Flame Path Domain.

His maternal uncle was fighting one against two.....

At an unknown moment, Tian Yuan had teleported into the old man’s Burning Flame Path Domain.

The hunched old man’s figure flashed briefly, appearing even more pitifully battered.

Ragged and tattered clothes clung to his body, over a dozen sword wounds crisscrossed his skin, and even an arm and half a leg were missing.

The sudden external damage to his Path Domain caused the old man to spew a mouthful of fresh blood.

Xu Yuan’s attack from within the city appeared to have become the proverbial final straw, breaking the camel’s back. The Burning Flame Path Domain surged and bubbled in an attempt to repair the ruptured section, but the effort seemed doomed to failure.

The old man had almost certainly been pushed to his limit.

With this realization, Xu Yuan’s heart found a semblance of calm.

The battle outside the city should soon devolve into a duel between the Dayan Sword Saint and the Jiantian Pavilion Master. With both being glass cannons, logic dictated that a victor would emerge swiftly.

There should still be time.....

As this thought flitted through his mind, Xu Yuan glanced at the ground and responded to Li Junwu in a low voice:

"For the Lord of the Ancient Abyss, to be bewitched by such a method—isn’t that... unthinkable for Emperor Bai?"

Mid-sentence, Xu Yuan abruptly fell silent.

His words choked off, replaced by steadily mounting shock in his eyes as his gaze descended.

Emperor Bai and Mu Nuo had vanished from where they had stood.

And below,

the street where their battle raged,

had silently turned into a massive, hundred-zhang-wide crater.

More importantly,

there had been no sound,

no Energy Mechanism fluctuation,

and no one had sensed anything.

What had just happened?

The next moment, Xu Yuan’s realization dawned—and with it, the collapse of yet another plan.

The dragon-enveloped Lord of the Ancient Abyss had appeared before him and Li Junwu with a speed imperceptible even to a Saint.

Emperor Bai stood silently staring at him,

in his hand,

gripping the still-regenerating mangled corpse of Mu Nuo.

Xu Yuan unconsciously clicked his tongue and looked downward with his Spiritual Vision, noting that the aura belonging to the Bug Saint had completely vanished.

Upon closer inspection, Mu Xingyi’s corpse had drilled dozens of zhang deeper into the ground before finally halting.

Realizing this, Xu Yuan exchanged a faint smile with the cold, indifferent slitted pupils of the dragon-like eyes.

He discovered,

Stage Three Emperor Bai,

seemed just a bit stronger than he had anticipated.....