Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 777: 796 Wholeheartedly Convinced

Chapter 777: Chapter 796 Wholeheartedly Convinced

Insult a Saint?

This was a mortal sin with absolutely no room for redemption. Nuwa’s complexion flushed with rage, and her graceful and dignified face showed extreme murderous intent, clearly indicating that she was truly furious.

Swoosh!

Like the Heaven and Earth Divine Whip, like the Nine Heavens Star River, the world twisted to its limits. Nuwa casually struck out with a whip of Holy Light, sending Ye Xuan’s body flying once again.

Bang!

Such was the terror of a Saint’s might that this blow exploded Ye Xuan’s chest, hurling him viciously to the ground, leaving it uncertain whether he was alive or dead.

“Brother!”

“Heavenly Emperor!”

“My lord!”

The people of the Heavenly Court cried out in sorrow, but facing the presence of a Saint, they were completely powerless to rescue him. It was a situation with no chance of survival.

“This mere ant dares to insult a Saint; your death is well deserved.”

Nuwa’s face was fraught with killing intent, her voice extremely frigid. Her eyes glinted with deadly purpose as her delicate hands softly radiated Holy Light, clearly determined not to let Ye Xuan, this source of calamity, live.

“Ye Xuan, weren’t you being arrogant? Get up and try to kill me and my brother!”

“Ha ha!”

Emperor Jun, blood-soaked and with every tooth in his mouth smashed by Ye Xuan, now slurred his words while bursting into a wildly excited laugh.

“If a man is an ant, ignorant of heaven’s might, Nuwa is one of the six Sages of heaven and earth. If she wants you dead, how could you possibly survive?” Donghuang Taiyi growled coldly.

“Pah, what Heavenly Emperor Ye, what bullshit Heavenly Court. You dare to insult a Saint; just for that, you should die with no burial ground.” The Immortal Weng of the South Pole cursed, his face showing schadenfreude, looking at Ye Xuan as if he were already dead.

“Om Mani Padme Hum!”

Duobao Tathagata solemnly chanted the compassionate Buddha’s name, looking at Ye Xuan with indignation: “Ye Xuan, you Evil Demon have confounded the Three Realms, you first slaughtered the beings of the Three Realms and then insulted a Saint. Today marks the death of you, the Evil Demon.”

“That’s right, such a calamity should indeed be killed. I earnestly request that Nuwa execute justice, to return peace to the people of the Three Realms.” Emperor Fengdu spoke righteously, even bowing to Nuwa.

Mockery, laughter, scorn, contempt, and even silent but deadly murderous intent.

When Nuwa struck at Ye Xuan, all the powers that be kicked him while he was down, looking at him with a cruel and amused expression, because everyone knew that Ye Xuan would not survive the day.

“Ye Xuan, you useless thing, weren’t you so fierce just now? Why are you now lying on the ground like a dead dog? Can you not get up?”

“Ha ha.”

Watching Ye Xuan lying on the ground bathed in blood, Emperor Jun felt extreme satisfaction, and his voice was full of ridicule. Clearly, Ye Xuan’s downfall made him feel ecstatic.

“Heavenly Emperor!”

Watching Ye Xuan’s tragic condition, the remaining few Daluo Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Court cried out in agony, and even the three Quasi-Saints were speechless with despair, knowing that their cause was truly lost.

Crack—crack—crack!

Suddenly, a sound of bones cracking was heard, causing the mocking laughter to come to an abrupt halt, for Ye Xuan was once again trying to prop himself up on trembling arms.

Covered in blood, with twisted arms, Ye Xuan’s body shook violently. His eyes were blood-red and filled with anguish, as if he was exerting all his strength to stand up.

Ye Xuan’s arms desperately struggled to support him off the ground, but his injuries were too severe, so severe that merely trying to stand up again seemed impossible.

Crack!

A sound of breaking bones echoed as Ye Xuan’s arms, unable to bear the burden, snapped, and his body that had just propped itself up slammed back down to the ground.

Thump!

A mist of blood sprayed from Ye Xuan’s mouth; he was truly at the end of his tether. His consciousness was now murky, and he wished to fall asleep right there.

“Ha ha.”

“Look at this piece of trash,” Emperor Jun burst into laughter after a moment of surprise, “He’s come to this state, and yet he still tries to hold on?”

But Emperor Jun’s laughter soon felt out of place, as all the powers present fell silent and focused their gazes on Ye Xuan.

“You…?”

Emperor Jun frowned, about to say something, but the corner of his eye caught a sight that left him dumbstruck.

Ye Xuan’s body was mangled, but he continued to wriggle on the ground. His arms were broken, and his pale bones were exposed, yet he disregarded the pain from his broken limbs and tried to prop himself up using the exposed bones, aiming to stand once again.

“Ugh!”

With an extremely pained grunt emanating from Ye Xuan, he somehow managed to stagger to his feet once again. His arms dripped with blood, the pallid bones stained with a vivid crimson, causing souls to tremble at their core at the mere sight.

Such a scene silenced Emperor Jun completely. He stared blankly at Ye Xuan, the mocking on his face gradually fading away, his fists clenching slightly.

“Why? Why?”

“You’ve come to this end, why keep persisting? Do you not even submit to the Saints?” Emperor Jun roared, his gaze on Ye Xuan complex to the extreme.

“Why… why should I submit?”

Ye Xuan’s body swayed as if he could fall again at any moment, but his spine was still as upright as Cang Song pines. Even if the heavens were to collapse, would they bend him in the slightest?

“Do you not know that today you’re bound to die? Why cling to life so desperately?”

Emperor Jun couldn’t understand why Ye Xuan was so stubborn. Even at this point, he was so proud, showing no weakness even in the face of a Saint’s intervention.

Not just Emperor Jun, all the powers, all the great Quasi-Saints, were looking at Ye Xuan with an intricate mix of emotions, unable to comprehend why he was so unyielding, not even bowing to Saints.

“Do… do you know why you can’t become Saints?”

Ye Xuan was delirious, the light of life almost drained from him, surrounded by wisps of death’s aura, yet he suddenly uttered this question.

“Why… why?”

Emperor Jun murmured to himself, abruptly looking at Ye Xuan and said, “To become a Saint, of course, you need Hongmeng Purple Qi, this is common knowledge.”

“Cough…cough…cough.”

Ye Xuan coughed violently, unable to stop the blood froth spilling from his mouth, yet his eyes toward Emperor Jun became extremely calm, without a single ripple.

“The Great Way contends, not advancing is retreating. Hongmeng Purple Qi is but an external object; even Saints are shackled within heaven and earth.”

“Fearing neither heaven nor earth, nor life or death, one must have the heart to battle against Saints. This is my Law and my Way. If I were to bow to Saints, how would I, Ye Xuan, ever become one?”

Like Chaos Thunder booming, like the waves of the Nine Heavens Star River overturning the heavens, when Ye Xuan’s voice resounded throughout the heaven and earth, every soul was dumbfounded, turned utterly motionless like clay sculptures.

“The Great Way contends, not advancing is retreating?”

Emperor Jun whispered to himself, his body and soul quaking to the extreme as if he had realized something in that moment, his fists clenching slightly, a touch of bitterness crossing the depths of his eyes.