Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 748 - 747: [Who is the old beggar?]

Chapter 748: Chapter 747: [Who is the old beggar?]

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Ye Tianchen had sustained serious injuries from the battle, a fight with the Netherworld Blood Demon from the mysterious "Nine Netherworld Underworld". This battle left Ye Tianchen critically injured, struck by the Netherworld Ghost Hand, his life hanging by a thread, his Martial Arts True Power running wild throughout his body, and even his soul felt as though it was being pulled out—a harbinger of destruction for his Divine Sense, utterly frightening.

Dongfang Meng exerted all of her Martial Arts True Power, trying to stop the attack of the Netherworld Ghost Hand within Ye Tianchen’s body, but to no avail. As Ye Tianchen’s own soul was being pulled out of his body, the situation was extremely dangerous. At that moment, the mysterious old beggar, calling himself "Old Feng", appeared again. His mysteriousness left both Ye Tianchen and Dongfang Meng astonished; they did not know where this old beggar came from or what his identity was. However, one thing was certain—this old beggar was undoubtedly a hermit expert from outside this world.

"Divine Light Great Flame Curse? It is said to be a Divine Art capable of expelling all darkness and bringing light to the world, lost almost ten thousand years ago..." Dongfang Meng said with a mix of disappointment and astonishment.

"The inheritance of the Nine Netherworld Underworld is ancient and unfathomable, and the Netherworld Blood Demon’s cultivation is profound. Anyone afflicted by the Netherworld Ghost Hand will have their soul pulled out. Only the Divine Light Great Flame Curse can save a life, there is no other way!" said Old Feng as he shook his head looking at Dongfang Meng.

"But the Divine Light Great Flame Curse has been lost for nearly ten thousand years. It’s impossible for anyone in the Ancient Martial World to still know such a Divine Art. Tianchen, he..." Dongfang Meng couldn’t continue speaking, her beautiful eyes already brimming with tears. Old Feng’s words were as good as not saying anything at all—if only that Divine Art could save Ye Tianchen, then his fate was all but sealed.

At this time, Ye Tianchen slowly opened his eyes, his entire eyeballs turned black, devoid of any vitality, his whole body filled with the aura of death, his face pale, sweating profusely. Calmly, he looked at Old Feng and said, "Senior, as a Martial Artist, even the Immortal Road to Eternal Life is so illusory and elusive. No matter how long one lives, what can it amount to? And I very much agree with what you said, senior—if I can survive, if I can stand at the peak of Martial Arts, even if there are no immortals, I must create an Immortal Domain..."

Old Feng looked at Ye Tianchen, frowning slightly and staring intently at him, a peculiar glint in his eyes. He couldn’t help but say, "It is rare for the Martial Arts Great World to witness such a prodigy like you. You are a person with great willpower, great fortune, and great enlightenment. It’s just a shame that your fate is so rugged. You never know when you will fall..."

"Even if I fall now, as long as I breathe, I will struggle for the Immortal Path..." Ye Tianchen asserted confidently.

"Hahaha, good, good, good, with such determination and talent, why shouldn’t I lend you a helping hand? Unfortunately for you, I just happen to know the Divine Light Great Flame Curse..." Old Feng suddenly burst into a hearty laugh.

"What, you know the Divine Light Great Flame Curse? Senior, please save him..." Dongfang Meng, overwhelmed with emotion, couldn’t help but break into a smile and cry, as she half-knelt on the ground and pleaded with Old Feng.

"Get up, get up, I will definitely save him. This young fellow is an anomaly, and we have a certain connection. As for how far he can go, that all depends on his own destiny," said Old Feng with a smile as he looked at Ye Tianchen.

Afterward, Dongfang Meng took Ye Tianchen away from there, and Old Feng also left with them. They came to the vicinity of a waterfall, where Ye Tianchen sat cross-legged on a large rock, with Old Feng sitting cross-legged opposite him, separated by a large waterfall. Dongfang Meng stood anxiously below, watching Old Feng heal Ye Tianchen, her heart immensely tense, not knowing whether Ye Tianchen could recover.

"Hold your breath, focus your mind, and keep your heart guarded..." Old Feng’s voice echoed through the waterfall, surprisingly splitting the cascading water, leaving one in awe of his cultivation.

At this moment, Ye Tianchen’s whole body was overrun with Martial Arts True Power running amok, but most crucially, he felt as if his soul, his Divine Sense, were being pulled out, experiencing the sensation of his entire body exploding, the pain was unbearable. It was so tormenting that even his soul hurt, one can only imagine how much pain his physical body endured. If it were an average person, they might wish for early death to be released from such suffering. However, Ye Tianchen’s resolve was firm; especially his indomitable Taoist Heart was not easily shaken. Hearing Old Feng’s words, Ye Tianchen brought his hands together and gradually calmed his emotions. In that moment, it seemed he no longer felt the pain in his body, his whole Divine became immersed in a mysterious realm.

Seeing how quickly Ye Tianchen calmed his emotions, allowing the Martial Arts True Power to rampage through his body, not interfering but staying true to his heart, Old Feng found it incredible. His resolve and enlightenment astounded him, and he couldn’t help but think of the legend that in many years to come, this Martial Arts Great World would witness a legendary figure who could change its rules. Could it be this young man?

At that time, Old Feng stood up from the large rock, glanced at Ye Tianchen, and said, "I will now perform the Divine Light Great Flame Curse, to dispel the dark energy of the Netherworld Ghost Hand. However, the Divine Light Great Flame Curse is not something that just anyone can endure. If you cannot bear it, you will turn to ash. This will require your own great willpower, that even if you are burning to the last drop of blood, you must maintain your heart, and march forward without fear..."

"Senior, just perform the Divine Light Great Flame Curse. I still have many things left to accomplish, many things left to prove. How can I lose my life here?" Ye Tianchen said, his lips curling into a confident smile.

"Good!"

The old beggar no longer babbled, slowly drifting up, his hands continuously forming seals, weaving through the air. Even Eastern Dream gazed up stupified. Each divine rune the old beggar traced was incredibly complex and inscrutable. When dozens of these intricate runes intertwined, to Ye Tianchen’s amazement, the figure of a fire phoenix materialized before him. The fire phoenix looked so vivid, as if it had just descended from the Immortal World, its divine eyes fixed intently on Ye Tianchen. The old beggar quickly stepped back several paces, spewing a flame onto the fire phoenix, and in an instant, the phoenix "resurrected."

Cry!

The fire phoenix came to life instantly, engulfed in roaring flames, charging straight towards Ye Tianchen. Before it even reached him, a massive waterfall had completely dried up, and even the surrounding rocks had begun to burn. One could imagine just how formidable the flames carried by the phoenix were, capable of incinerating everything. It was no wonder the old beggar had sought a grand waterfall to perform the "Divine Light Great Flame Curse," likely fearing that the intense flames would turn Ye Tianchen into ash from the very start.

Boom!

The firelight exploded skyward, had the old beggar not already set up a formation, it’s uncertain how many miles of the mountain range would have been affected, likely igniting the entire stretch of mountains, reducing them to ash. The power of the "Divine Light Great Flame Curse" was simply too immense—Ye Tianchen was engulfed in an instant, a giant ball of divine fire exploded where he sat cross-legged, his flesh and blood indiscernible—Ye Tianchen was nowhere to be seen.

"Tianchen..." Dongfang Meng’s face turned pale with fright, wanting to rush over to check, but the old beggar stopped her.

"Senior, let me go," Dongfang Meng pleaded with teary eyes as she looked at the old beggar.

"No, this is the path he chose himself. The Divine Light Great Flame Curse burns the heavens and splits the earth with tremendous force, which ordinary people cannot withstand. Even a warrior at the Martial Saint Realm may not bear such agony. Yet, to break the erosion of the Netherworld Ghost Hand, this is the only way. To fight poison with poison. If he lacks the strong will to endure, he will be reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind," the old beggar said, frowning as he watched the divine fire floating above the great rock.

"Tianchen, you must hold on!" Dongfang Meng bit her lip tightly.

At this very moment, within the Five Poison Sect, Du Wanli stood coldly in the great hall of the sect, his eyes blazing with fury as if he wanted to devour someone alive. Before him, on the sect leader’s throne adorned with skulls, a man with jet-black hair trailing down to his waist and wearing a skull mask sat on a chair studded with skulls. The cold light in his eyes reached far, making even Du Wanli feel a chill in his heart.

"Have you fought with someone named Ye Tianchen?" The middle-aged man on the throne asked in a calm tone.

"Father, how did you know?" Du Wanli asked in surprise.

"I just need you to tell me the outcome..." the middle-aged man asked coldly.

Du Wanli glanced at his father sitting on the throne, his heart skipping a beat. He had intended to conceal his defeat outside, but now he saw that was impossible and he toughened up to reply, "Indeed, I have crossed hands with Ye Tianchen, but he was no match for me..."

"No match for you? Then why didn’t you kill him?" the middle-aged man asked with a hint of murderous intent.

"This... He was full of tricks and escaped from under the Poison Saint Intense Flame Banner..."

Bang!

As soon as Du Wanli’s voice fell, he was struck by a powerful force, sent flying and crashing heavily against the door, blood spurting from his mouth. He looked at his father on the throne in horror, quickly scrambling to his feet, "It’s my fault for being careless, please father, give me another chance. I will certainly be able to kill Ye Tianchen. He won’t escape."

"Careless? You are my son, Du Tianqi, the Saint Heir of the Five Poison Sect, the pinnacle expert among the younger generation in the Ancient Martial World, and because of your carelessness, your brother Du Wan suffered a miserable death at the hands of Ye Tianchen, both his body and spirit annihilated..." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com to read.)