Chapter 2839: Don't Do That

Ah!

Ye Fan howled at the sky, tears streaming from his eyes, but they were no longer tears—they were fresh blood. The pain tore at his heart and soul. In that moment, he had never felt so utterly useless, watching her die right before his eyes, watching her close her eyes, yet powerless to stop it.

A gentle breeze carried a hint of coolness.

In the unseen distance, a mournful melody seemed to rise, sad and distant, bidding farewell to Tian Sha and burying her emotions. She, too, was a woman of deep devotion.

"Do you feel heartache?"

Ye Ling laughed with a demonic edge, gripping the Zhu Xian Jian in her hand as she descended step by step from the void. She was thrilled to the point of madness—this was exactly what she wanted. Anyone connected to Ye Chen must suffer unbearable agony.

She landed and walked toward Ye Fan, still holding that cursed Zhu Xian Jian. Killing Tian Sha the Lone Star was far from enough; she intended to destroy the Tian Qian Zhi Ti as well, preparing another grand gift for Ye Chen. She wanted to see him cry, to see him wracked with pain that shattered his very being.

As she walked, she felt a pair of hands clutching her leg.

Glancing down, she saw it was Tang San Shao.

"Ye Ling, don't do this. He's your brother."

Tang San Shao lay weakly on the ground, holding on tightly, his voice faint and hoarse, his eyes dimming.

"You're asking for death."

Ye Ling snorted coldly and thrust her sword straight down, piercing from his back through to his chest. The blade carried the power of absolute destruction, severing his life force instantly.

"Don't... don't do this."

Blood poured from Tang San Shao's mouth, his Yuan Shen fire extinguishing, but his hands refused to let go. This was his final obsession before death. He wasn't afraid to die; he feared Ye Ling committing more sins and carrying the hatred of the world forever. If possible, he would bear it all for her, giving everything for that girl—even his life.

This was his love.

"Ant, ant, ant."

Ye Ling yanked out the Zhu Xian Jian, raging like a madwoman, her face twisted and terrifying. She raised and lowered the sword repeatedly, stabbing more than a dozen bloody holes into Tang San Shao's body to vent her fury.

"Don't do this."

Tang San Shao's words grew fainter, the light in his eyes fading completely, yet his hands still gripped tightly.

"Get away."

Ye Ling huffed coldly, and a burst of light erupted.

The little black fatty was flung backward, his arms exploding, his tear-filled eyes still fixed on that slender figure. This would be his last glimpse.

"Tang San Shao."

The crowd of emperor-level figures had bloodshot eyes, their pupils contracting as they watched him fly away, but they were too gravely injured to catch him.

Once again, Ye Ling advanced toward Ye Fan.

Her smile was like that of the Zhu Xian Jian—demonic and wicked, violent and sinister. Like a vicious wolf licking its crimson tongue, she approached her wounded prey. Today, she could feast to her heart's content.

But as she walked, she suddenly froze.

Not only that, she instinctively stepped back.

It wasn't without reason; the Ye Fan before her had transformed. His long hair, like a waterfall, turned strand by strand into blood-red, his eyes devoid of pupils like black holes, and the blood flowing through his body had become black. Demonic energy surged wildly around him.

That was right—it was the Xue Ji Xian Jie.

Ye Fan, the Tian Qian Zhi Ti, had activated his Xue Ji Xian Jie. The curse seal on his forehead and the seals within his body were all erased by the bloodline power. His wounds healed instantly due to his immortal and unyielding nature, restoring his peak combat strength.

If anyone from Da Chu were here, they would surely sigh in lament. This was Ye Fan's first time activating the Xue Ji Xian Jie, so similar to Ye Chen's—it happened while holding a deceased woman, with grief, fury, anger, and pain reaching their extremes, ultimately defying the heavens to awaken it.

Ye Ling was afraid.

Or more precisely, the Zhu Xian Jian was afraid.

It retreated in fear, nearly stumbling. It could break Tang San Shao's Xue Ji Xian Jie, but that didn't mean it could break Ye Fan's. The two bloodline limits were fundamentally different, and besides, it was in a state of extreme weakness. It could handle the emperor-level figures, but facing a peak adolescent emperor who had activated the Xue Ji Xian Jie, defeat was inevitable.

Ye Fan rose to his feet, waving his hand to take Yang Lan into his grasp. His black-hole eyes were filled with killing intent, like an awakened supreme demon god.

Whoosh!

Seeing this, Ye Ling turned and fled.

Boom!

Ye Fan stepped through the void, chasing her relentlessly, his demonic energy sweeping like a tidal wave. Everywhere he passed, the emptiness froze into ice—this was kill-or-be-killed intent.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Soon, thunderous roars echoed, shaking the heavens and earth. It was Ye Fan catching up to Ye Ling, and the two clashed once more, shattering the sky and collapsing the world.

"Damn it."

The Jiu You Mo Ti cursed angrily and forced himself to stand. The other emperor-level figures staggered to their feet, dragging their blood-soaked bodies as they rushed toward the battle, determined to destroy the Zhu Xian Jian.

"Come and face your end."

Ye Fan roared in madness, fully descended into frenzy, like a true demon god, savage and bloodthirsty. He attacked without regard for cost, forcing the Zhu Xian Jian to pay for Yang Lan's life with its own.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Blood flowers bloomed in the sky as Ye Ling suffered repeated blows, unable to withstand Ye Fan's assault. An adolescent emperor with the Xue Ji Xian Jie was no joke—even at her peak, she would likely lose, let alone in her weakened state.

She dared not fight and focused solely on escape.

Kill!

Ye Fan pursued without pause, attacking all the way, shattering the cosmos and exploding yin and yang. Mountains collapsed one after another in his wake, unable to endure his strikes or his destructive pressure.

"Over there."

The emperor-level figures stumbled along, chasing them deeper. The various heaven cultivators still in the ruins heard the thunder and gathered in droves. From afar, they spotted Ye Fan.

"Is that... the Tian Qian Zhi Ti?"

"The Xue Ji Xian Jie?"

"How is that possible? And the Zhu Xian Jian?"

"How is it still alive?"

"Has it controlled Ye Ling?"

Murmurs of shock and confusion filled the air. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that the Zhu Xian Jian still existed in the world, having possessed the Sheng Ti daughter, while the Sheng Ti son had activated the Xue Ji Xian Jie to hunt her down.

"Quickly."

Everyone who witnessed it took to the skies to join the chase, aiding Ye Fan in battle. They might not kill the Zhu Xian Jian, but they had to seal it away for the Sheng Ti.

Speaking of the Sheng Ti, Ye Chen had arrived.

He streaked through the vast expanse like a brilliant divine light. From the moment he entered the ruins, he sensed something was wrong—the heavens here were shrouded and isolated by a mysterious force, allowing entry but not exit. The trail of corpses everywhere confirmed his suspicion: the Zhu Xian Jian was in the ruins, and these deaths were its doing.

Hm?

In the blood-red world, he descended from the sky.

Among the rubble lay a bloodied figure—the little black fatty, who had lost both arms and any semblance of form. At first glance, he was just a pool of blood.

Ye Chen cradled him, pouring in rolling Origin essence desperately to revive his life force. But Tang San Shao's Yuan Shen was destroyed, his Yuan Shen fire extinguished—even if a great emperor were present, it would be futile.

A breeze blew, and a graceful figure materialized, gradually solidifying. It was Dong Shen Yao Chi, awakened from her dream and drawn back through the ages to the ruins. Seeing this scene, her heart ached fiercely.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, her jade hand surging with vast pure energy as she placed it on Tang San Shao, channeling essence just like Ye Chen.

Sadly, no amount of Origin essence could help now.

"Senior, if there's a next life, may I have the honor of being your son-in-law?"

Tang San Shao wasn't quite dead yet—or more accurately, it was a final surge of life. He smiled wearily, his eyes devoid of light, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"Yes."

"But I hope... there is a next life."

Tang San Shao smiled, his tear-streaked eyes slowly closing, carrying his love and regrets as he stepped onto the Yellow Springs Road. Perhaps he would glance back three times, looking at Ye Ling, the girl he loved most. This glance would truly be farewell.

"Tang San Shao."

Ye Chen called softly, but there was no response.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

At that moment, the waves of battle erupted from the depths, with thunderous roars and destructive visions shaking the entire Tian Zun ruins.

Ji Ning Shuang suddenly rose, sword in hand, and charged south, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears—for Tang San Shao and for Yang Lan, her family's daughter-in-law, whose Yuan Shen jade tablet had shattered, confirming her death.

"Kill!"

Ye Chen roared from his soul, his tears burned away, as he soared into the sky, charging toward the depths alongside Ji Ning Shuang, one to the left and one to the right.