Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 1112: The once proud generation has fallen! (second update)

Chapter 1112: The once proud generation has fallen! (second update)

Gray, the rules of wind.

Yellow, the rules of earth.

White, the rules of ice.

The three rules fused into one, transforming into a tricolored King Yan’s Fury, yet Ye Qiu had no intention of stopping there. He simultaneously activated the Twelve Heavens Calamity Art, causing lightning to descend and merge into the tricolored King Yan’s Fury.

Silver, the rules of lightning.

A four-colored King Yan’s Fury formed, carrying an astonishing momentum, and immediately swept towards Ji Lingchen.

Ji Lingchen kept retreating, trying to dodge, but this attack was locked onto him, leaving no choice but confrontation.

"You shall not defeat me again." With nowhere to retreat, Ji Lingchen’s gaze turned fierce, converting his remaining strength into a barrier to block Ye Qiu’s four-colored King Yan’s Fury.

For a moment, as they confronted each other, a powerful shock force instantly broke through the void, engulfing Ji Lingchen.

Immediately afterward, the four-colored King Yan’s Fury struck Ji Lingchen.

Explosion...

Fireworks bloomed in the sky, the brilliant colors were breathtaking. Only by being near the center of that color could one deeply feel how close they were to death.

The explosive energy spread across the skies and earth, like waves, reaching far distances.

What about Ji Lingchen?

Many pairs of eyes on the ground were fixed on the high altitude, questioning whether Ji Lingchen could still be safe after Ye Qiu’s strike?

"There he is." Suddenly, someone pointed to another spot, seeing a silhouette sliding down from the sky and stopping just before crashing into the ground.

Long hair loose, body bent, face full of desolation—is this still Ji Lingchen?

Some martial artists close to Ji Lingchen’s location widened their eyes upon seeing his current state.

Ji Lingchen was indeed not dead, but he looked as if he had aged decades in an instant. Both his hair color and skin showed traits of an elder.

Ji Lingchen evidently hadn’t noticed this, but when the discussions on the ground reached his ears, he looked at his own hands, skin slack, covered in age spots—this was nowhere near a young man’s appearance.

"How could this happen?"

"Impossible..."

Ji Lingchen shook his head repeatedly, unwilling to accept this version of himself. Suddenly, he thought of the possible reason for his transformation.

Could it be related to his activation of the remaining super serum?

"Damn... Damn Ye Qiu, if it weren’t for you... I wouldn’t have ended up like this." Ji Lingchen trembled all over, a shiver from overwhelming anger.

"Ye Qiu! I will kill you."

Ji Lingchen roared to the sky. Ye Qiu was startled; even with the four-colored King Yan’s Fury, he hadn’t been able to eliminate Ji Lingchen. This guy had indeed become much stronger than before.

A powerful killing intent surged in. Ye Qiu was hesitating about using dark transformation when he noticed Ji Lingchen’s aura had significantly dropped, falling to the early stage of the Human King realm.

Ye Qiu’s eyes flickered, realizing the opportunity was here. Despite Ji Lingchen’s golden battle attire possessing strong defensive power, it depended on the user’s ability to wield the attire’s strength. Ye Qiu moved his hands, reigniting King Yan’s Fury.

"Go!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A series of three King Yan’s Furies transformed into a dragon, enveloping Ji Lingchen.

Ji Lingchen, hair disarrayed like a demon, fought the dragon barehanded.

Boom boom boom!

Ye Qiu, with a mere thought, made King Yan’s Fury erupt again like a blooming lotus, its radiance illuminating heaven and earth, tearing a rift in the sky.

Ji Lingchen was once again blasted into the air, his figure wretched. Ye Qiu immediately flew up, slashing downward with the Kusanagi Sword.

A sword qi traversed heaven and earth, finally landing on Ji Lingchen’s chest.

Pfft.

The powerful shock force shattered Ji Lingchen’s internal organs, and Ji Lingchen crashed to the ground from the sky.

Defeated!

In front of the entire ancient land’s people, Ji Lingchen was once again knocked from heaven to hell by Ye Qiu.

Even with the advantage of being a full realm higher, he couldn’t salvage his honor—Ji Lingchen was utterly defeated.

Cough cough!

Ji Lingchen fell to the ground, coughing up blood, his entire being enveloped in mortality, no longer the greatest prodigy of the ancient land.

Ji Changtian flew over, two fingers together, checking Ji Lingchen’s inner condition, his face changing immediately, "How can it be!"

The dantian began to shrink, his strength waning by the second.

"The remnants of the Dugu Clan, you ruined my clan’s prodigy." Ji Changtian roared in anger.

He had thought Ji Lingchen alone was enough to deal with Ye Qiu, knowing Ji Lingchen’s strength. Never had he imagined it would turn out like this.

Such a top-tier prodigy was rendered useless; even if Ji Lingchen lived, he’d be a crippled man.

"I will kill him." Ji Lingchen was unwilling to give up, yet even speaking now exhausted him greatly.

"My Ji clan does not have trash." Ji Changtian directly snapped Ji Lingchen’s neck, for he knew that sparing Ji Lingchen from further suffering would be a kinder fate.

Ji Lingchen, defeated, turned into an old man, now slain by Clan Leader Ji Changtian himself.

The martial artists watching were all stunned.

Earlier, many envied Ji Lingchen’s power, achieving Human King realm at such a young age, capable enough to become an elder of the clan. But now, they all felt the change happened too quickly—a prodigy once considered invincible among peers fell just like that, a truly lamentable turn of events.

Closing Ji Lingchen’s eyes, personally ending a prodigy of his ancient clan, only Ji Changtian knew the depth of his heartache. He was not heartless but knew he had done the right thing.

"Ye Qiu, I will offer your blood in tribute to Lingchen." Ji Changtian rose, saying coldly.

"Had you faced me earlier, perhaps he would not have died." Ye Qiu said calmly. Ji Lingchen’s death did not stir much emotion in him, for he intended to wipe out the entire Ji clan.

"Remnant, surrender your life!" Ji Changtian charged into the sky, quickly engaging Ye Qiu.

The many ancient clan disciples on the ground remained lost in the news of Ji Lingchen’s death—a prodigy who had dominated over countless tribe disciples for years had come to an end just like that.

Those who regarded Ji Lingchen as their strongest rival, like Mu Cannan and Shi Qingbing, were all in a daze.

"Is this Ye Qiu really going to turn the ancient land upside down?" Someone murmured.

"Any prodigy is like a mere flicker in front of Ye Qiu, while he, Ye Qiu, is the bright moon, his radiance exceeding any peer, leaving them far behind!"

Ji Lingchen’s death evoked much lament, as he represented the king of the youngest generation in the ancient land. His fall hinted at the impending decline of the powerful Ji clan.

Ye Qiu’s battle with Ji Changtian brought immense motivation to Jin Shanshun and others on the ground, as they continued to clash with the Ji clan’s martial artists, slowly advancing toward the Wu Yang Sovereign and the Library Pavilion’s master.