Chapter 2838: Heavenly Fiend Perishes

Pfft!

Ye Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, and the Zhuxian Sword hummed with vibration.

After casting the forbidden technique, she suffered a backlash. Then, the shattering of the light pillar caused another one. She stumbled backward, and the seven-colored glow of the Zhuxian Sword's blade dimmed once more.

The Zhuxian Sword was truly like a generous benefactor, always creating opportunities for others. It had given Ye Chen countless fortunes in the past, and now it had helped Ye Fan unlock a forbidden seal.

It must have felt melancholic.

This damned place could still fight back?

Boom!

Ye Fan charged in, shattering the heavens with a single step. He swung his sword, knocking Ye Ling down. Before she could stabilize herself, his second, even more dominant strike arrived, nearly splitting her in two. His intent wasn't to kill Ye Ling but to severely damage the Zhuxian Sword. Only when it was weakened could he seal it. Complete destruction of the Zhuxian Sword was beyond him; that would require the Holy Body, something the Tian Zui body couldn't achieve.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Bloody light flashed repeatedly, stark and piercing.

Ye Ling was in dire straits, and so was the Zhuxian Sword. Ye Fan pursued them relentlessly, forcing them back without respite. Every attempt at counterattack was beaten down. With his tenfold combat power, Ye Fan surpassed it. That cursed ruin suppressed their realms, leaving the sword far from its peak, making it no match for the Tian Zui body.

"Damn it, damn it."

Ye Ling's shriek was filled with rage—the Zhuxian Sword's rage—etched across her face in a grotesque, demonic grimace, like that of a fiend.

"Get out of her body."

Ye Fan's eyes were blood-red, his sword strikes unrelenting, each more ferocious than the last. His hatred was directed at the Zhuxian Sword, which had turned his sister into a puppet, a tool for murder, touching his deepest taboo.

"Kill her if you have the guts."

Ye Ling snarled again, baring her white teeth in a savage grin. She cared nothing for this body's fate. If it were destroyed, she would find another. The one who would truly suffer was Ye Chen—that was her goal, to make him writhe in pain.

Clang!

Ye Fan's sword struck again, felling Ye Ling once more.

Her evasion techniques were profound; in an instant, she vanished into the sky, her hair disheveled, her once seven-colored eyes now stained crimson.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Ye Fan soared upward, his attacks unyielding.

"Seal it for me."

Ye Ling shouted coldly, unleashing a forbidden curse aimed at Ye Fan's Xue Lun Yan. Tenfold power wasn't terrifying; she had ways to counter it. If she could break the bloodline limits of Tang San Shao, Xue Lun Tian Zang was no different.

Immediately, Ye Fan's Xue Lun Yan lost its glow.

In the next moment, his aura plummeted again. With the Xue Lun Yan cursed and sealed, the tenfold boost from Xue Lun Tian Zang became useless.

"Don't worry, it's not over yet."

Ye Ling gritted her teeth and activated another forbidden technique, a dreadful curse. As she did, the seven-colored light enveloping her body dimmed to its extreme, as if on the verge of extinction. The fading glow proved she was injured, paying a devastating price.

Looking at Ye Fan, a curse mark had appeared on his forehead—the Zhuxian Sword's curse. It was strikingly similar to the seal placed on Ji Ning Shuang before her death.

Pfft!

Ye Fan vomited blood, his origin and powers fully sealed. His abundant life force was rapidly extinguished, like a kite with its string cut, plummeting from the vast void.

It wasn't that he wasn't strong enough; the Zhuxian Sword was just too terrifying, with origins unknown and a vast array of secret arts. Even his parents had fallen victim to it multiple times. He was merely a minor Great Saint.

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous crash, a mountain peak collapsed.

Amid the flying debris, Ye Fan struggled to his feet, unsteady and unable to stand properly, blood gushing uncontrollably. The curse was too powerful; even he couldn't withstand its destructive force.

"This time, you're not getting away."

Ye Ling staggered but managed to steady herself, gripping the Zhuxian Sword as she advanced step by step. Her steps were unsteady, her injuries severe—or more accurately, the Zhuxian Sword's injuries were severe, especially from the backlash, which was brutally intense.

"You deserve to die even more."

The Jiu You Mo Ti arrived, slashing Ye Ling with a sword. The Tai Yin and Tai Yang that followed summoned the Tai Ji divine wheel, inflicting heavy damage. Before she could catch her breath, Xiao Man Wang's bone club struck, sending blood and bones flying. At the same time, Zi Fu Xian Ti unleashed Zi Fu immortal energy, piercing her immortal body. Da Di Zhi Zi and Xian Tian Dao Ti attacked from both sides, each landing a palm that made Ye Ling spew blood. Zhang Zi Fan's sword, silent and devastating, gravely wounded her primordial spirit. The fiery and volatile Lie Huo Zhan Ti swept in with a sea of flames, instantly engulfing Ye Ling.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Scarlet blood light bloomed across the sky.

Ye Ling was caught off guard, suffering blow after blow. The attacks from these emperor-level heirs were all emperor-tier immortal arts. They were useless against her at full strength, but after her brutal clash with the Tian Zui body, she was in a weakened state.

"Good, very good."

Ye Ling's cold laugh carried a demonic undertone.

In an instant, she tore through the sea of flames and emerged, swinging her sword to strike down the Jiu You Mo Ti. With a flip of her hand, she unleashed a divine seal, sweeping away the Tai Yin and Tai Yang. Then, she manifested a seven-colored immortal river, engulfing Xiao Man Wang and Zhang Zi Fan. Zi Fu Xian Ti and Xian Tian Dao Ti fared no better; they had just stabilized when they were hit by a primordial spirit sword, their bodies exploding. The worst off were Da Di Zhi Zi and Lie Huo Zhan Ti, nearly cleaved in two by a streak of seven-colored immortal light.

"Ye Ling, wake up."

"Sister, wake up."

Tang San Shao and Tian Sha Gu Xing positioned themselves on either side, jointly casting a sealing immortal technique. Together, they summoned a imprisoning cage, trapping Ye Ling inside with chains of order crisscrossing and dense array patterns manifesting.

"Get lost."

Ye Ling stood on the empty sky, her seven-colored halo spreading out. The newly formed cage shattered in an instant. Their so-called seal was nothing more than a joke.

Pfft! Pfft!

Tang San Shao spat blood and was flung away.

Yang Lan also vomited blood and plummeted from the sky.

Buzz! Clang!

Two streaks of immortal light chased after them, piercing through both. Their fall accelerated, each crashing into a towering mountain.

"This is... too strong."

Lie Huo Zhan Ti rose unsteadily, swaying on his feet.

His state of mind, like that of the other emperor-level heirs, was filled with shock. Even in her weakened state, she was this formidable. They couldn't imagine just how powerful Ye Fan must have been to leave her in such a state.

Fight!

It was still the Jiu You Mo Ti, refusing to back down. He gripped his demonic sword and soared upward, now in a demonized state, having activated a forbidden technique to boost his power.

"Let's suppress her together."

Xian Tian Dao Ti and Zi Fu Xian Ti followed suit, both already half-crippled. If even they couldn't handle this, the shame would disgrace their ancestors.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The emperor-level heirs went all out, charging into the sky one after another.

"You overestimate yourselves."

Ye Ling sneered, her expression full of contempt.

She extended her five fingers and pressed down diagonally. The heavens rumbled, and seven-colored clouds gathered, blotting out the sky. Light rain poured down from above, each drop tinged with seven-colored light. Though dazzling, every droplet carried destructive power, riddling the void with holes.

Pfft! Pfft!

The Jiu You Mo Ti, leading the charge, was hit immediately. The seven-colored rain was as hard as steel needles, piercing through his protective demonic light and even his Jiu You demonic body. At this rate, he wouldn't reach the sky before being erased by the rain. The Zhuxian Sword's divine abilities were too overwhelming.

"Watch out."

The Jiu You Mo Ti roared, forcing himself to hold steady and swing his demonic sword wildly. The rain might be beautiful, but it couldn't be ignored; he couldn't let it touch him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out repeatedly.

The seven-colored rain was incredibly tough, blocked by the Jiu You Mo Ti and striking his sword with resounding clashes, like steel on steel.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The other emperor-level heirs faced the same ordeal. The rain was bizarre, hard as rock, with immense penetration. It fell everywhere in an indiscriminate assault, more domineering than Ye Chen's Ten Thousand Swords United. Once it touched them, their divine bodies would be pierced.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

It was a terrifying sight. They all charged skyward but were halted by the descending rain. Not only did they fail to advance, but they also plummeted one by one, their divine bodies riddled with wounds.

No one knew when the clashing sounds finally faded.

The seven-colored rain in the sky had vanished.

Glancing at the emperor-level heirs, each was more battered than the last, covered in blood. Every wound was laced with seven-colored light—a deadly threat and extremely difficult to erase.

"You're impressive."

Even the defiant Jiu You Mo Ti managed to stand, only to collapse again. He hadn't believed it before, but now he did. And not just him; everyone there believed it. These so-called emperor-level heirs, trying to suppress a weakened opponent, had been devastated by a single shower of seven-colored rain. Forget fighting; even standing was a struggle.

"How boring."

Ye Ling chuckled eerily, slowly raising her jade hand. Her slender fingers were wreathed in seven-colored gloom as she pointed remotely at Ye Fan. More than anyone else, she wanted to kill Ye Chen's son. This desire was overwhelming.

Clang!

The seven-colored gloom shot downward, locked onto Ye Fan. If it hit, he was doomed. In his current state, he could barely stand, let alone block this fatal strike.

"Damn it..."

Xiao Man Wang tried to rise, managing only two or three steps before falling. The other emperor-level heirs were in similar straits. Zhang Zi Fan was slightly stronger, making it five or six steps, but he too collapsed helplessly.

Pfft! Pfft!

Blood sprayed suddenly, assaulting the eyes.

It wasn't just the Tian Zui body that was pierced—Yang Lan was too. In the previous instant, she had blocked Ye Fan, using her flesh and Tian Sha essence to form a defense, dissipating eighty percent of the seven-colored gloom's power. Even so, it wasn't enough; she was pierced, and Ye Fan behind her was as well.

Heaven and earth fell into a deathly silence. Tang San Shao's eyes were blood-red, and the emperor-level heirs' eyes bulged in horror. That bloody scene was truly harrowing.

"Why were you so foolish?"

Ye Fan held Yang Lan, his voice hoarse and broken, tears of blood streaming down his face. He desperately channeled his Tian Zui essence into her, but it was futile. The seven-colored gloom was a strike aimed at the primordial spirit; Yang Lan's primordial spirit flame had already extinguished. Even an emperor couldn't stop her life from fading.

Yang Lan smiled wearily, blood pouring from her mouth. Her blood-stained jade hand trembled as it reached toward Ye Fan's face, filled with a wife's tender affection.

She had been an ordinary person, brought into the world of cultivators because of her Tian Sha fate. It had set her on this unique path, where she met a man named Ye Fan—somewhat clueless, not quite understanding a woman's heart. They had shared a bed but remained proper. Tian Zui and Tian Sha were fated to be a couple, yet also fated for an incomplete union, as if they had always known this ending.

"I really wanted to have a child with you."

Yang Lan murmured softly, her eyelashes fluttering. Her dimming eyes lost their final spark, and her raised jade hand fell limply. It never touched his face, carrying her emotions and ancient regrets as she embarked on the road to the Yellow Springs. No one knew if there would be another reincarnation, or if it would include him.

The Tian Sha Gu Xing had fallen, her life extinguished.