Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 260 - 260 259 Reversal

260: Chapter 259 Reversal 260: Chapter 259 Reversal No one noticed the Jade Emperor’s capricious expression, nor did anyone realize what the Heavenly Punishment Halberd was.

The group of immortals were already in a chaotic mess, all their attention focused on Ye Xuan and Yang Jian.

There was no other reason; Yang Jian, the first War God of the Three Realms, had actually been defeated by a small Daoist, which the group of immortals found utterly inconceivable because they knew full well that Yang Jian was a Luotian Golden Immortal, just a step away from the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm.

At this very moment.

Ye Xuan held the spear in his left palm and placed his right palm on Yang Jian’s Heavenly Spirit, an extremely sinister killing intent swirling around him, while Yang Jian was bathed in blood, his body horribly mutilated, with dozens of bloody holes, making him look extremely pitiful at first glance.

“Ye Xuan, you can’t kill me.”

With a miserable smile, Yang Jian looked at Ye Xuan.

His eyes still carried a proud look, not showing any servility or begging despite being in Ye Xuan’s hands.

The illustrious Erlang, True Monarch who Manifested the Holy, the first War God of the Three Realms, would not plead for mercy even if his soul was about to scatter; such was Yang Jian’s dignity and his own pride.

“I have to say, you are the greatest enemy I’ve ever faced.

Had we fought face to face, I would surely have been no match for you.

Unfortunately, as it has been since ancient times, the victor is king and the loser is the bandit, and now your only fate is death!”

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed slightly; his palm emitted Taiyi Immortal Light as he looked at Yang Jian with a cruel and ferocious killing intent.

Actually, Ye Xuan didn’t dislike Yang Jian’s arrogant conceit because Yang Jian himself was a Luotian Golden Immortal, someone who had every right to be arrogant.

However, Ye Xuan also despised Yang Jian’s pride because it was his own haughty arrogance that had given Ye Xuan the opportunity for a killing blow, and now he faced the outcome of his soul scattering.

“Yang Jian, let me send you on your final journey.”

To treat one’s enemies with ruthless heartlessness and to eradicate them completely without leaving any troubles behind was Ye Xuan’s principle, with no exceptions ever made.

He wasted no more words; his palm, glowing with Taiyi Immortal Light, placed on Yang Jian’s Heavenly Spirit, crushed down towards his Primordial Spirit.

“No!”

The Eternal Heavenly Venerate and Guanghan Fairy cried out in shock, but it was too late to stop Ye Xuan’s intent to kill Yang Jian.

Bang!

The Taiyi Immortal Light rampaged through Yang Jian’s body, intent on grinding his Primordial Spirit to dust, but at that moment, a huge surprise occurred!

Ao wu!

A heaven-shaking roar echoed through the void, and a black divine dog suddenly appeared behind Ye Xuan.

Its sharp claws, carrying terrifying Taiyi Immortal Light, fiercely attacked Ye Xuan’s back.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Ye Xuan was struck by a sneak attack, instantly sent flying, his own Taiyi Immortal Light shattering around him, indicating how severe the blow he had received was.

“Howling Celestial Dog?”

The group of immortals broke out in uproar, only then remembering that by Yang Jian’s side was a mutant beast from the Primordial named the Howling Celestial Dog, which had followed Yang Jian since the Primordial times through battles across the Three Realms.

This man and dog, inseparable as shadows, had managed to save Yang Jian’s life at this critical moment.

Hum!

Space shook as ripples spread.

Ye Xuan was sent flying back, stabilizing his figure in the void.

When he turned his head to gaze at Yang Jian, he saw Yang Jian giving him a chilly smile, with a menacing black divine dog by his side eying him fiercely.

“Eight-Nine Mystical Power!”

The heavens trembled, and the void cracked.

Centered on Yang Jian, the formidable Luotian Immortal Light enveloped him.

His badly damaged body rapidly regenerated.

When the Luotian Immortal Light dissipated, his body was unscathed, and he held a three-pointed two-bladed saber in his hand before Ye Xuan’s eyes.

This scene caused Ye Xuan’s pupils to tighten slightly, and his expression gradually darkened.

“The renown of the Eight-Nine Mystical Power is well-deserved; it is truly a law for the flesh to gain sanctity.

Moreover, Yang Jian is a Luotian Golden Immortal.

As long as a trace of his Primordial Spirit remains unextinguished, he can reassemble his body.

Although the weapon in Ye Xuan’s hand is strange, he is still three Great Realms apart from Yang Jian; I fear he might not be a match for him!”

“True, the fact that this Daoist could injure Yang Jian is indeed rare, but he does not realize that becoming a Luotian Golden Immortal is no simple matter.

Stepping into this realm signifies an Undying Body, as long as a sliver of their Primordial Spirit exists, they can reconstitute their flesh and be reborn.”

“Let’s not forget that Yang Jian was merely caught off guard just now, allowing Ye Xuan to gain the upper hand with a single strike.

He hasn’t even used his Heavenly Gang Thirty-Six Transformations.”

The group of Immortals exchanged glances, discussing fervently.

Each one of them had lived for hundreds of thousands of years; they naturally had extraordinary insights, especially regarding the realm of Luotian Golden Immortals.

Although they were amazed by Ye Xuan, the disparity in cultivation was clear.

Even though Ye Xuan had previously managed a surprise attack, severely injuring Yang Jian, now that Yang Jian had recovered, it’s likely that Ye Xuan would meet his demise by Yang Jian’s hand.

“Ye Xuan, I must say, if you were given more time, perhaps even I wouldn’t be your match.

But sadly, you will no longer have that opportunity!”

Yang Jian stood imposingly in the void, his arrogance faded, finally seeing Ye Xuan as a true adversary.

He had nearly perished at Ye Xuan’s hands a moment ago.

Had it not been for the Howling Celestial Dog’s surprise attack, letting him escape from Ye Xuan’s grasp, he might already have perished, his Divine Soul annihilated.

Hum!

The three-pointed two-bladed saber pointed at Ye Xuan across the void, with Luotian Immortal Light engulfing the sky.

Yang Jian finally got serious, curbing any contempt for Ye Xuan.

As his eyes rotated, his gaze towards Ye Xuan was tinged with a hint of wariness.

He didn’t fear Ye Xuan’s cultivation, but rather Ye Xuan’s ruthless cunning and the Heavenly Punishment Halberd in his hand.

Yang Jian, though arrogant, was not foolish.

His own arrogance had allowed Ye Xuan to get close to him, and with that odd weapon in hand, he had been bombed into near death.

Yang Jian knew that since becoming a deity in battle, he had never felt the taste of death again, but in that brief moment just now, he felt its imminent approach.

This feeling was too horrifying, making Yang Jian’s heart tremble.

He knew he must not let Ye Xuan’s life go today; if Ye Xuan was given time to grow, he would surely die by Ye Xuan’s hand one day.

“True Monarch, you may strip him of his cultivation, but I implore you to spare his life!” From afar, Guanghan Fairy respectfully bowed and pleaded with Yang Jian.

Motionless, without exchanging glances, in response to Guanghan Fairy’s request, Yang Jian slowly shook his head, his voice regretful, “Fairy, I cannot agree to your request.

If I don’t kill him today, I will most certainly die by his hand tomorrow.”

“Hiss!”

As Yang Jian’s words fell, the group of Immortals drew in a sharp breath.

No one had expected Yang Jian to give such a high evaluation of Ye Xuan, viewing him as a formidable enemy of a lifetime.

One must know that even when facing that utterly lawless monkey in the distant past, Yang Jian never had such an attitude.

Could Ye Xuan’s potential for growth be even greater than that monkey’s?

At that moment, Guanghan Fairy bit her lip slightly.

She had not anticipated Yang Jian would refuse her request, something unprecedented, which made her smile in despair and left her at a loss for words.