During the days waiting for Daoist Wuyang’s descent from the north, Yun Jianyue hadn’t been idle. Some preparations were simply necessary.

Daoist Wuyang frowned. The terrifying power contained within that saber slash was something even he could not calmly face. His figure flickered as he tried to retreat, but he could not escape the saber qi’s range.

He reached out and grabbed at the air. Sure enough, an extremely well-hidden talisman landed in his palm.

Daoist Wuyang’s face was expressionless as he crushed the talisman with one hand. At the same time, his tone was weary and cold, “Yun Jianyue, must it truly come to this between us?”

From start to finish, he had shown mercy time and again, unwilling to harm Yun Jianyue. Yet the other’s arrangements showed not the slightest hint of mercy.

Yun Jianyue frowned slightly, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face, but in the end, the young daoist only shook his head and stayed silent.

Some things had nothing to do with personal bonds, only with right and wrong.

After cultivating for so many years, there were still many things he did not understand. But there were some things he understood all too well.

At last, Daoist Wuyang’s true fury ignited. No longer caring about Yun Jianyue’s Great Dao, he moved his thoughts. High above, the greater lightning pool roared to life, unleashing countless bolts of heavenly lightning to completely shatter Yun Jianyue’s pool.

Thunder rumbled across the heavens. Within moments, Yun Jianyue’s lightning pool was grievously damaged, and even his manifestation grew faint and indistinct.

Pain twisted Yun Jianyue’s face. As the lightning pool’s true controller, the backlash he suffered was beyond words.

Blood flowed from all seven of his orifices. Even if he somehow survived this battle, his dao foundation would certainly be wounded, and to what degree, no one could say.

Yet Yun Jianyue still did not give up. Forming seals with both hands, he summoned countless bolts of lightning within his pool, which gradually coalesced into the figure of an ancient god.

It was a primordial lightning god, clad in lightning armor, wielding a massive mace wreathed in lightning.

As Yun Jianyue chanted under his breath, the lightning god moved, raising the mace to draw and redirect the falling bolts of lightning.

But it was a desperate defense at best.

Yun Jianyue exhaled a shaky breath, a mist of blood mixed within it. Speaking through voice transmission, this young temple master said, “Chen Chao, I can only hold for 15 minutes at most.”

The martial artist did not reply. His saber had already slashed out.

Within the terrifying saber light, lightning dragons surged and coiled.

Daoist Wuyang’s entire body was wreathed in lightning as he resisted.

But in his eyes, there was faint unease. By now, he understood one thing clearly, these three standing before him were not mere cultivators at the end of Nepenthe. And the strength of their combined assault was far more than the sum of three.

At the time, Yinli dying at the hands of these three was not much of a surprise.

But if anyone thought they could make this penniless daoist follow in the footsteps of his junior brother, that would not be easy.

Unable to draw in lightning for the moment, Daoist Wuyang had other means.

Dao rhythm surged at his side, merging into the lightning.

Yet when that saber pressed down, it still gradually shattered.

There was a loud boom!

The enormous saber qi slammed down, forcing Daoist Wuyang to retreat several dozen feet, while Chen Chao first retreated at least hundreds of feet, then forcibly stopped his fall mid-retreat and charged back toward him.

This young martial artist, in recent years, had made even foreign cultivators tremble. Beyond his rapid progress on the martial path, there was one thing - when he fought, he almost left no margin for the opponent.

Yet everyone knew the truth: this young martial artist valued his life very much.

It was a little strange.

So before Daoist Wuyang could firmly stabilize himself, the young martial artist was already in front of him, throwing a punch without hesitation.

At the same time, he followed up with a saber strike.

Ripples spread across Daoist Wuyang’s robe. At first, the punch slid off harmlessly, like raindrops rolling off a lotus leaf. But Chen Chao’s saber cut through a corner of his robe.

Then Daoist Wuyang unleashed the lightning spell in his palm, landing on the young martial artist’s body. In an instant, the black robe exploded, and the lightning tore through his flesh like a sharp sword.

At this point, Daoist Wuyang thought that no matter what, this young martial artist should have retreated. In this earlier exchange, he had taken some losses, but considering their respective realms, it was only natural.

What he hadn’t expected was that the young martial artist would forcibly withstand such injuries and still have the strength to throw a second punch.

Daoist Wuyang did not anticipate this second strike and naturally could not dodge.

The punch struck his forehead.

Immediately, Daoist Wuyang’s forehead turned bruised and swollen.

The young martial artist had forcibly exchanged injuries between them this round.

In reality, Chen Chao had come out ahead.

At that moment, a voice sounded in his mind: “Move aside.”

Chen Chao grinned, spat a mouthful of blood, and plunged recklessly downward.

In the distance, a sword light suddenly surged. A green flying sword dragged a dazzling green streak, sweeping past.

Daoist Wuyang had just regained his senses when he saw that flying sword heading straight for his heart.

Instinctively, he moved his body, but even so, that sword still pierced through his chest.

Daoist Wuyang’s expression darkened. The qi in one of his acupoints became extremely chaotic at that moment.

Originally, he had thought it would end there. But unexpectedly, after that sword, Chen Chao returned, holding Cloud Mud, and swung it once more toward the sky.

The vast saber light tore through half the sky.

Daoist Wuyang swung his sleeve, but it was instantly shredded.

In the end, he had to extend one hand to press down the invisible saber edge.

One hand, covered in blood.

The injury was severe.

At that moment, Daoist Wuyang’s daoist crown fell, directly cut apart by the saber light.

He had still underestimated the enemy.

Daoist Wuyang now clearly understood.

The coordination of these three young people could be called flawless. The timing, the execution, nothing was lacking.

In truth, this was almost unbelievable. There were very few at the end of Nepenthe in the world. Even if there were, they would not truly cooperate.

In other words, being forced to team up out of necessity, they would never cooperate so seamlessly.

Why?

Those at the end of Nepenthe were already the strongest in the world, each proud, never easily cooperating. And yet, there were figures in the world whom even the end of Nepenthe had to unite to overcome?

Oh, back then, the Great Liang Emperor counted as one.

In that battle, Daoist Wuyang and the Sword Sect’s Sect Master acted in succession. Their cooperation was mediocre. Otherwise, the Great Liang Emperor wouldn’t have been so composed.

Daoist Wuyang now had his hair disheveled, shaking his head with a wry smile.

“What are you fucking laughing at?”

A voice suddenly rose, it was the young sword immortal who had just pierced his chest with a sword. After the first strike, he had not exhausted himself, but gripped the flying sword again, appearing before Daoist Wuyang.

Another sword was thrust out, pressing against Daoist Wuyang’s heart.

Then pushed with force.

Daoist Wuyang slapped it away with a palm expressionlessly. This time, Yu Xiyi was truly gravely injured, as Daoist Wuyang had struck out in anger, which was no small matter.

Yet the tip of the flying sword, Wild Grass, had already deeply embedded into Daoist Wuyang’s heart.

Daoist Wuyang took a deep breath. The qi in his acupoints began to flow, ready to directly shatter the flying sword.

But in the next moment, a punch struck the sword’s hilt.

The young martial artist, bare-chested, expressionless, should have long been drained of qi, yet for some reason, he could still throw a punch.

Daoist Wuyang’s body trembled; half of the flying sword was already embedded into his body.

Looking up at the young martial artist in front of him, Daoist Wuyang understood one thing: the reason this battle was so shocking, besides the three’s coordination, was that this young martial artist was truly fearless of death.

But do you really not fear death?

Daoist Wuyang now paid no mind to the flying sword embedded in his chest. Instead, one hand fell on top of the young martial artist’s head.

Countless qi surged from his palm like a breaking dam, plummeting wildly.

You want to kill this penniless daoist? Not impossible. But before this penniless daoist dies, this penniless daoist will drag you with me to the Yellow Springs.”

At this moment, what will you choose?

This penniless daoist is really curious.