Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 683 - 683 702 Kill!

683: Chapter 702 Kill!

683: Chapter 702 Kill!

“He was my sworn elder brother, how could I just watch him die by your hand!” the Guanghan Fairy cried out in sorrow, having already become a figure of tears.

At this moment, the members of the Heavenly Court were silent observers, and the Witch Clan lineage stood still, wordless and cold.

With a whoosh!

The murderous intent dissipated once more, and Ye Xuan ultimately didn’t make a move, bringing a look of joy to Kua Fu standing nearby, knowing that Da Yi had narrowly escaped death at Ye Xuan’s hands.

“Your Majesty, it’s time for us to return,” Shen Gongbao bowed and said.

“Yes, it is time,”

Ye Xuan slowly nodded.

However, the next moment left everyone frozen on the spot, as if they had entered a dream and could not believe their eyes.

Boom!

A muffled sound, light and shadow intertwined, and in the stunned gaze of the crowd, Ye Xuan appeared stealthily in front of Da Yi.

The unfeeling aura of the Six Desires unfurled wildly; his terrifying palm fiercely struck the top of Da Yi’s head.

“Ah!”

Da Yi screamed in agony as his head began to crumble.

He had never imagined that Ye Xuan would act violently out of the blue, truly ignoring the Guanghan Fairy’s plea and striking him dead.

“Die!”

Ye Xuan growled cruelly with his eyes growing increasingly savage.

His palm exerted an immense force, brutally slaying Da Yi, and his violent voice echoed through every direction of Heaven and Earth.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A wild wind blew through Heaven and Earth.

Da Yi was reduced to ash and perished, unable to grasp even in his final moments why Ye Xuan, who had apparently given up on killing him, had suddenly taken his life at the last second.

It wasn’t only Da Yi who couldn’t understand; everyone was speechless and at a loss, with no one knowing what Ye Xuan was truly thinking.

“Yi!”

“Brother!”

The Guanghan Fairy voiced her grief, Kua Fu trembled and roared, and countless members of the Witch Clan wept aloud.

“Why?”

“Why must you kill him?”

Suddenly, the Guanghan Fairy fiercely turned her tears to Ye Xuan, her tears continuously rolling down as she loudly questioned him.

Regrettably, Ye Xuan didn’t answer the Guanghan Fairy’s question; rather, his gaze towards her gradually turned cold.

“You must remember, you live as my person, and die as my ghost.

We’ve already exchanged wedding vows, your life is mine, and without my permission, you can’t die for anyone else.”

“Now follow me back to the Heavenly Court!” Ye Xuan said coldly.

“No, I won’t go back with you, I hate you!”

The Guanghan Fairy bit her lip tightly, shouting at Ye Xuan with tearful eyes as she retreated, then she boarded a cloud and departed towards the distance.

Silence, utter silence, a dead kind of silence.

When Da Yi perished on the spot and the Guanghan Fairy drifted away, the members of the Heavenly Court were still not recovered from their shock, their expressions filled with complexity as they watched Ye Xuan’s retreating figure.

Ye Xuan did not chase after the Guanghan Fairy; he just quietly watched her leave, because he was never a groveler, nor would he debase himself for any woman.

Da Yi had to die today because that was the account he had to settle with the Heavenly Court.

Though they seemed to plead for Da Yi’s life earlier, it was because they were aware of the Guanghan Fairy’s relationship with him that this scene transpired.

But deep in Ye Xuan’s heart, he was well aware that Da Yi had slain too many Demon Kings and Immortals in the Heavenly Court; if he spared Da Yi’s life for a woman, how could he be worthy of the name Heavenly Emperor?

How could he earn the trust and belief of the Heavenly Court?

So, Da Yi had to die, and no one could change this outcome; this was also Ye Xuan’s responsibility to the departed souls of the Heavenly Court.

He had slaughtered tens of thousands from the Witch Clan, destroyed the Ancestral Witch Temple, and even against the Guanghan Fairy’s pleas, he was determined to kill Da Yi – these were actions he had to take.

As a Superior, one must not let their subordinates lose heart; rewards must be given for meritorious service, and faults must be investigated.

Only in this way can the strongest Daoist tradition be forged.

At this moment, the emotions of the Heavenly Court members were undergoing subtle changes, and the look in their eyes when they gazed upon Ye Xuan was one of unprecedented reverence.

If before each had their own purposes—some were for Cultivation Resources, others for the revival of the Jie Sect—now each of their hearts held an additional sense of belonging, a sense of belonging to Ye Xuan, and to the Heavenly Court.

Da Yi had killed countless Demon Kings and Immortals of the Heavenly Court; Ye Xuan personally led them to battle the Witch Clan, even ignoring the Guanghan Fairy and killing Da Yi.

Ye Xuan responded in kind with blood for blood and tooth for tooth; how could all that he had done not inspire deep admiration in the hearts of the members of the Heavenly Court?

“Sound the retreat!”

Ye Xuan commanded in a deep voice, which also quickly roused the members of the Heavenly Court.

The Yellow Turban warriors beat the war drums, and the skies were covered in golden clouds that surged upward.

“I invite my Daoist friend to a gathering at the Heavenly Court,” Ye Xuan turned his head to look at Lu Ya, smiling as he spoke.

“I had the same intention,” Lu Ya nodded slightly, directly accepting the invitation.

“Brother, in the past, you wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, feasting on Peaches and swallowing Golden Cores.

Now that your younger brother is in charge of the Heavenly Court, you can stay in the Immortal Peach Orchard as you please, and I offer up fine Immortal Wine and Golden Cores.

I only ask that brother joins your younger brother in a Heavenly Court gathering,” Ye Xuan extended his invitation to Sun Wukong with a smile.

“Ha ha, when a worthy brother beckons, how could I refuse?” Sun Wukong laughed heartily.

Boom—Boom—Boom.

The war drums of the Heavenly Court beat, golden clouds surged into the sky, and Ye Xuan led the Heavenly Court members away from the Witch Clan Heaven and Earth.

His campaign against the Witch Clan spread throughout the Three Realms, causing a tremendous shock.

“Ye Xuan, the youth, we, the Witch Clan, will remember this grudge of today; you won’t live long.” Chi You grasped the Demon Blade, his roar resounding through the Witch Clan Heaven and Earth, fueling the hatred and roars of the Witch Clan lineage.

“Summon the Ancient Witches with the Witch Heaven Token.”

Chi You roared maniacally; that day, a black and mottled Token flew out of the Witch Clan Heaven and Earth, breaking open and appearing within the Three Realms.

…

The Thirty-Three Layered Heaven.

A magnificent Heavenly Emperor’s Palace rose from the ground; Immortal Light and flowing clouds stirred vehemently, heating the entire Heavenly Court.

Countless Yellow Turban warriors and Heavenly Soldiers were busy rebuilding the dilapidated Heavenly Court.

Inside the Heavenly Emperor’s Palace!

Ye Xuan and Sun Wukong sat side by side, with Daoist Lu Ya seated beside them, the three were toasting each other, all with smiles on their faces and conversing over light topics.

“Thank you, my Daoist friend, for coming to our aid.

Otherwise, during this expedition against the Witch Clan, my Heavenly Court would not have been so successful,” Ye Xuan raised his cup to Lu Ya, then drained the drink.

“My Daoist friend is too modest, I dare not claim such credit,”

Lu Ya smiled and replied, drinking his own cup dry.

And at that moment, he put down the cup and with a smile said to Ye Xuan, “There is one thing that puzzles me, I wonder if Heavenly Emperor Ye could enlighten me.”

“Feel free to speak, my Daoist friend,” Ye Xuan said with a smile.

“At the Emperor Jiang Divine Temple, it seemed to me that the Heavenly Emperor acquired an item.

May I inquire what treasure that was, and could my Daoist friend allow me to take a look?” Lu Ya asked earnestly.

“My Daoist friend must be mistaken.

I destroyed the Emperor Jiang Temple in a moment of impulse and never obtained any treasure.”

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, refilled his cup, and drank it all at once, a hint of coldness flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Clearly, the mysterious Small Cauldron was of significant importance; Ye Xuan would never admit to it nor would he show it to Lu Ya to examine.

After all, Lu Ya was extremely mysterious, and the Treasure Gourd he held was exceedingly formidable; Ye Xuan had no desire to capsize in a gutter.

“I am a bit tired and shall not see my Daoist friend out.”

Ye Xuan put down his wine cup.

Although he was smiling as he spoke, he was also issuing an eviction order.

This caused Lu Ya’s expression to change slightly.

He took a deep look at Ye Xuan and then smiled lightly, “Since the Heavenly Emperor is weary, then I will take my leave, hoping that in thirty thousand years at the Ginsengfruit meeting, I may reunite with my Daoist friend.”

After saying this, Lu Ya suddenly became ethereal and disappeared into the air like a wisp of immortal smoke.

“Brother, that Daoist Lu Ya has a terrifying level of Cultivation,” Sun Wukong spoke gravely.

“First there was Hong Jun, then came Heaven; even before them was Daoist Lu Ya,”

Ye Xuan muttered to himself: “This Daoist Lu Ya is too mysterious, and his attitude is unclear.

We must remain cautious.”