Urban Undying Lord
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220: Chapter 219: Sudden Change – The Arrival of Gu Xiaoxiao (Chapter 6, Please Subscribe) 220: Chapter 219: Sudden Change – The Arrival of Gu Xiaoxiao (Chapter 6, Please Subscribe) “Ye Xuan, you shameless wretch, even if I self-destruct here, I will absolutely not allow you to devour my cultivation.” The Great Sun Star Lord’s eyes were bloodshot, his body swelling, clearly indicating that even at the cost of his soul scattering, he would not facilitate Ye Xuan’s success.

“Ye Xuan, you mongrel, wishing to become an immortal is nothing but a delusion, today the four of us would rather destroy our own cultivation than let you benefit,” Purple Cloud Star Lord’s eyes nearly burst with rage as he was howling loudly.

It was no wonder the four were so wrathful.

By all accounts, they were all at the early stages of Transcendence Tribulation and, even if they couldn’t kill Ye Xuan by joining forces, they should have been able to stand on invincible ground.

But they had fallen into the Blood Sea Formation, their cultivation suppressed by the might of the Blood Sea Formation, allowing them to exert only seventy percent of their power.

Furthermore, the terrifying Great Technique, the Killing Life Grinding Plate, had severely wounded them.

How could they willingly accept death?

Although their cultivations were merely suppressed to seventy percent of their capacity, this was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

What one must realize is that Ye Xuan had the element of surprise, and he was already at the mid-stage of Crossing Tribulation and had cultivated a Demi-Immortal Body.

Plus, with the assistance of the Blood Sea Formation, when the four could only unleash seventy percent of their power, this was essentially a massacre without suspense.

Had Ye Xuan faced them in a fair battle, they would have accepted defeat gracefully had their skills been inadequate.

But how could they be willing to submit under such filthy tactics?

“Despicable?

Shameless?”

Ye Xuan looked down at the remnants of the four Immortals’ souls, a scornful smile curling from the corner of his mouth, his voice cruel, “There has always been only winners and losers, where does shamelessness come into play?”

“Remember, only the living have the right to speak, and the dead do not speak.

You don’t even understand this principle; I’m very doubtful as to how you became Immortals!” Ye Xuan’s face was fierce, and his voice was filled with utter contempt.

“Ye Xuan, even if our souls scatter to the winds, you will not realize your dream of becoming an immortal.”

The four’s roar resounded.

Madness gleamed in their eyes.

Their battered bodies swelled violently, signaling that even if they exploded right there, they would certainly not make things easier for Ye Xuan.

“Wishing to self-destruct, alas, you’re still a bit lacking.”

Ye Xuan smiled savagely.

With four streams of blood light, he immediately suppressed the Primordial Spirits of the four as they tried to self-destruct, rendering them limp as mud on the ground.

“After devouring your cultivation, I will step into the late stage of Transcendence Tribulation; I should really thank you for your contributions,” Ye Xuan reached out with a hand as clear as jade, a ferocious smile tracing his lips, a flash of excitement quietly passing through his eyes.

No one knew how overjoyed Ye Xuan was at this moment, nor did anyone know how much torment Ye Xuan had been through to reach this point step by step.

Ye Xuan’s eyes were somewhat vacant as his mind recalled the experiences of his life.

At the age of five, as snow fluttered and the weather was bitterly cold, he and his mother were expelled from the Ye Family in the Capital City.

From five to fourteen years old, that frail, youthful body followed his mother setting up a street stall to make ends meet.

At the age of thirteen, he met Xia Qingzhu, and he experienced his naive and tender first love.

In the year he turned fourteen, a terminal illness shattered his whole life; he left the hospital alone in the dark of the night, boarded a train to an unknown destination, and left his hometown.

In Duanchang Mountain, he walked alone, with neither family nor friends, wishing to quietly die of illness in the secluded depths of the mountains.

Undaunted by fierce beasts, unbothered by venomous stings, it was only when his young body collapsed in Duanchang Mountain, on the brink of death, that he encountered the Primordial Spirit that would change his life.

In the Blood Sea Battlefield, the Primordial Spirit cured his terminal illness.

Ye Xuan was as if in a trance, originally believing he could return to the embrace of his family, yet what awaited him was endless torture.

Whipping, severe beatings—he endured the devastation akin to a Primordial Spirit hell, forced to cultivate the so-called Immortal Cultivation Method.

On the Blood Sea Battlefield, his young body fought with Mutant Beasts, his snow-white teeth tearing at Blood Souls, his body bathed in blood.

He cried out in pain, yet nobody ever harbored pity or care for him.

Struggling in death, reviving in Silent Annihilation, his soul grew increasingly numb, his body stained with slaughter, gradually abandoning the supposedly compassionate heart.

Ye Xuan finally understood one principle, to control his own destiny, he had to become the strongest man between Heaven and Earth.

He swore on the Blood Sea Battlefield that one day, Ye Xuan would ascend to the Nine Heavens, look down upon all living beings, and never let anyone control his fate again.

Be it Primordial Spirits or the obscure destiny, all enemies that stood in his way, he would ruthlessly strike down, grinding them completely to dust.

With unimaginable willpower, Ye Xuan battled on the Blood Sea Battlefield for four years, never resting for a moment.

His cultivation became increasingly powerful, advancing at a rate unimaginable to ordinary people, from Innate directly into the Transcendance Tribulation Stage.

He finally gained the right to speak on equal terms with Primordial Spirits.

Leaving the Blood Sea Battlefield, returning to the bustling city, Ye Xuan was shocked to discover he was no longer the naive young boy.

Protecting his loved ones, exterminating some insignificant pests, Ye Xuan pondered in his hesitation—was this the life he truly wanted?

Until he uncovered the conspiracy of the Primordial Spirits, he suddenly awoke to the realization that if he continued living this way, his fate would once again be controlled by others, and perhaps one day, he would die at the hands of the Primordial Spirits.

Forming the Netherworld, creating an epoch, calculating everything calculable, eliminating all enemies that stood in his way, Ye Xuan stepped forward one at a time.

He wanted to become an Immortal; he did not want anyone to control his destiny ever again.

His thoughts circled back, his eyes cold and filled with unimaginable cruelty and savagery.

Ye Xuan stared fixedly at the four residual Immortal spirits underfoot.

By devouring the cultivation of the four before him, he would step into the Tribulation Crossing Late Stage and even welcome the legendary Nine Heavens Immortal Tribulation, transforming into an undying Immortal.

“Kill!”

With a blast that pierced the sky, Heaven and Earth shattered; a single word, yet filled with the suppressed emotions Ye Xuan had harbored for years.

Bang, bang, bang!

As the void collapsed, blood fog filled the sky.

Under Ye Xuan’s ferocious onslaught, the four residual Immortal spirits didn’t even have a chance to scream before all were turned into terrifying Blood Soul Essence floating in the void.

“Swallowing your essence, aiding my advancement into the Tribulation Crossing Late Stage, the path to becoming an Immortal lies right ahead.”

Ye Xuan’s hair flew about as he howled to the sky.

His body radiated dazzling blood light, transforming into a crimson vortex, frantically absorbing the Blood Soul Essence of the four residual Immortal spirits.

“Ye Xuan, don’t you dream of becoming an Immortal!”

Suddenly, at this critical moment, a cold voice transmitted from the void and a dark shadow quietly appeared in Ye Xuan’s view.

That familiar face and the malevolent blood light bursting around her made Ye Xuan freeze on the spot.

“Gu—Xiaoxiao?” Ye Xuan clenched his fists, pausing after each syllable, his voice deep and shocked.

Dressed in black, her fair skin contrasting with her dark attire, Gu Xiaoxiao’s hair was coiled up as if clouds, her once kind smile now gone.

All that remained was a ruthless disposition, her gaze fixated on Ye Xuan.