Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates
Chapter 364 - 362: A Fine Line Between Life and Death

Chapter 364: Chapter 362: A Fine Line Between Life and Death

"Get out of my way!"

Facing the green-haired dead corpses blocking the entrance to the mountain range, Xiao Ye roared thunderously, dragging his battered body and swinging his fists, unleashing the Domineering Dragon Suppressing Sky Fist. The fiery fist lights swept across the Nine Desolates, transforming into thirty-six True Dragons that plunged into the ranks of the green-haired dead corpses.

Boom!

The deafening sound reverberated like thunder, and quickly, two green-haired dead corpses were blown to pieces, with over fifty more blasted away. Limbs and severed arms danced in the air before crashing harshly onto the ground.

They quickly got back on their feet, their cold eyes fixed on Xiao Ye as they charged toward him with such speed that they caused a sonic boom.

At this moment, other green-haired dead corpses in different directions also locked onto Xiao Ye. Enveloped in endless Death Qi, they treated Xiao Ye as an enemy trying to enter the mountain range and charged out with fierce roars.

Boom!

At that moment, the young figure, like a Demon God chasing Xiao Ye, had caught up and stepped into the range of the mountain.

He stood amidst the dark clouds, looking at Xiao Ye who was about to rush deeper into the mountain, and said disdainfully, "Hmph, still trying to struggle before death, thinking of rushing into the mountain? How foolish, even if I entered this mountain, I couldn’t escape either. It seems you won’t survive without me lifting a finger."

Then this Demon God-like figure no longer took action, simply waiting for Xiao Ye to be killed by the green-haired dead corpses.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly because Xiao Ye’s figure suddenly made a turn, his body enveloped in endless light, his speed surged as he charged towards him, bringing a large number of green-haired dead corpses with him.

"Damn it, this kid isn’t trying to rush into the mountain but to divert the disaster eastward!" The Demon God-like figure paused for a moment and then deduced Xiao Ye’s intentions, cursing angrily in his heart.

However, Xiao Ye, possessing the combat power of the Void Martial Realm, and the green-haired dead corpses moved incredibly fast. In that moment of hesitation, like lightning and flint, Xiao Ye, along with a large number of green-haired dead corpses, arrived in front of him.

Endless dead corpses, while chasing Xiao Ye, also regarded him as an invader. Immediately, hundreds of green-haired dead corpses ascended to the Heaven, launching themselves at him.

"Did it work?"

Xiao Ye felt a surge of joy in his heart. His plan had been set from the beginning.

He never expected the green-haired dead corpses to kill such a terrifying powerhouse, but if they could entangle the opponent for even a short while, he would have a chance to escape.

As for this mountain, he was not foolish. So many Young Talents had attacked together and failed to break through; he would be heading to a certain death if he tried.

Now it seems, his scheme had perilously succeeded.

"Escape!"

Without any hesitation, Xiao Ye accelerated to his limit and rushed out of the mountain range.

"You’re seeking your own death!"

Above the Heavens, a furious roar suddenly sounded, followed by a terrifying air wave sweeping out like a tumultuous sea, blasting those hundreds of green-haired dead corpses all the way back.

Boom!

That Demon God-like figure, standing tall in the dark clouds, was surrounded by thick bolts of thunder light illuminating the void. A handsome face, covered in bizarre totems, appeared in everyone’s sight; his black hair wildly danced, emitting a demonic aura.

From his dark eyes, two cold lights burst forth, causing Xiao Ye’s body to tremble and blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Ye couldn’t help but take a sharp breath. Hundreds of green-haired dead corpses could not handle the man at all.

"Hmph, you are too naive if you thought you could escape like this."

"Since you like these green-haired dead corpses so much, I’ll help you a bit, letting you die at their hands."

Upon finishing his words, the virtual space within a hundred miles shattered, a giant hand pressing down towards Xiao Ye like the entire heaven and earth were bearing down.

"No!"

Xiao Ye’s eyes widened, as he desperately roared, sending countless fists towards the giant hand.

However, all was in vain. He couldn’t even shake the giant hand and was quickly grasped and violently thrown into the mountain range.

Xiao Ye felt as if he were a meteor, his passage tearing through the void, seeing endless green-haired dead corpses pouncing towards him.

Xiao Ye glanced outside the mountain range, only to see Nangong Xingyu releasing a powerful aura, shattering that towering Demon God with a palm, and furiously pouncing towards the young man.

And all of this now had nothing to do with him. Feelings of despair and anger overwhelmed him like a tsunami, and his eyes turned blood red in an instant. The cold and indifferent face covered with bizarre totems deeply etched itself into his mind.

It was this man who had cut off his life force, preventing him from rejoining the Xiao Alliance, stopping him from seeing his parents, from seeing Bing Ya, and from stepping onto the Fusion Emperor Road...

His pursuits, his aspirations to reach the peak, all shattered into nothing because of this person.

Xiao Ye had never hated someone so much, wishing to blast them into powder. Overwhelming killing intent erupted from him.

"If I, Xiao Ye, am not dead, I will slaughter all those who have wronged me!" Xiao Ye looked up and roared, his unwilling voice piercing through the Nine Heavens, shaking the void.

In the next moment, Xiao Ye shuddered all over, feeling as if his body had fallen apart. Warm blood flowed from his Seven Orifices, and his consciousness plunged into boundless darkness, leaving only endless cold.

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Ye regained consciousness from his daze. He stood up, looked around, and found himself in a dark world, nowhere near inside the mountain.

"Am I already dead, and this is the Underworld?" Xiao Ye remembered what the elders in Xiao Family Village told him when he was young.

After death, the soul would come to the Underworld and then wait for the next cycle of reincarnation.

After walking for what seemed like a long time, Xiao Ye suddenly saw a bright light ahead, a scene emerged in the cold world, awakening his memories.

"This set of Fierce Tiger Fist is our Xiao Family’s heirloom Fist Skill, it can help you refine your body, and many villagers have broken through to the Postnatal Realm with this technique!"

"You can’t compare to those great family offspring because you lack cultivation resources, so you must work even harder in practicing this Fist Skill, understand?"

At that moment, a commanding shout filled Xiao Ye’s ears, causing him to shiver—it was a voice all too familiar...

"Uncle Shan?"

Xiao Ye looked up and saw Xiao Dashan in tiger skin, hands behind his back, speaking. He had turned back to his youthful self, standing among a formation.

The tender and lively faces in the formation felt incredibly familiar to him.

"Xiao Teng..."

Suddenly, Xiao Ye’s eyes widened, staring intently at the tall youth at the front of the formation—who else could it be but Xiao Teng?

"Hmph, Xiao Ye, one day, I will defeat you in front of the whole village and prove that I am the number one genius of Xiao Family Village!"

At that moment, Xiao Teng turned his head to look at Xiao Ye and said coldly.

"What is going on? How come I am back in Xiao Family Village and have turned back into a youth?" Xiao Ye muttered to himself.

As if in a trance, the morning routine exercise in Xiao Family Village had ended, and Xiao Ye, lost in thought, walked along the village path; low houses and friendly smiling faces on both sides brought tears to his eyes.

The villagers warmly greeted Xiao Ye.

"Alas, if only my little rascal could be one-tenth as good as Xiao Ye, I’d wake up laughing from my sleep."

"Indeed, Xiao Yang’s son is truly exceptional."

Discussions could be heard among the villagers Xiao Ye encountered.

"Dad!" Xiao Ye’s body trembled, and then he quickened his pace, running down the familiar path.

Soon, a familiar and warm courtyard appeared in Xiao Ye’s sight.

"You child, coming back so late, have you forgotten the time while practicing again?" Just as he pushed the gate open, a woman holding a toddler came up to him, her face glowing with maternal love.

Behind her stood a burly middle-aged man, Xiao Yang.

"Mom, Mom," Xiao Ye’s voice was hoarse, his eyes instantly reddening.

"Brother, hold..."

At that moment, Luo Meilan’s toddler peeked out a tender little head and stretched out his plump arms towards Xiao Ye, saying in a babyish voice, utterly adorable.

"Eh?" Xiao Ye’s eyes widened as he stared at the baby.

Could this toddler be Little Xiao Fan? But the timing doesn’t make sense!

Xiao Fan, his brother, was born after he became identified as a Supreme Genius in the Yulan Domain by conquering the Mystic Martial.

Yet, from this toddler, he distinctly felt a blood connection.

"What are you thinking, Fan’er wants you to hold him." Luo Meilan chided Xiao Ye, snapping him back to reality, and he mechanically picked up Xiao Fan.

"Giggle!"

Little Xiao Fan seemed particularly fond of Xiao Ye, squirming in his arms and giggling sweetly.

"This is my home!" Xiao Ye’s heartstrings trembled softly, deeply enjoying the moment.

That morning, he trained with the younger generation of Xiao Family Village. Due to his rapid progress, he was praised as the village’s number one genius.

Although Xiao Teng was very reluctant, he was ultimately subdued by Xiao Ye’s strength.

The rest of his time was spent gathering with his family, cherishing the rare warmth.

This place was truly like a Peach Garden; Xiao Ye swore to protect it all, but this peaceful life was soon disrupted.

One day, a handsome young man adorned with strange totems descended, standing high in the Nine Heavens, he indifferently struck down, and the entire Xiao Family Village turned to ashes.

Familiar faces painfully disappeared before Xiao Ye’s eyes.

"Ye’er, you must survive!" Xiao Yang and Luo Meilan stood hand in hand, still holding Xiao Fan, tears in their eyes, they spoke to Xiao Ye.

The next moment, they were devoured by that terrifying force, their bodies torn apart, warm blood spraying onto Xiao Ye.