CHAPTER 1199: CHAPTER 789: THE WORLD’S END

Wu Duankong was stunned!

The ancestral artifact litian spear was actually cracked?

It’s known that a complete ancestral artifact is incredibly powerful, as it seals the Heavenly Dao. Normally, only clashes between ancestral artifacts can cause it to break.

But Wu Duankong did not expect that the person who suddenly appeared could crush the litian spear!

Moreover, the opponent was just an embodiment!

Who was this person?

Just leaving behind an embodiment, they are extremely powerful!

But right now, he didn’t have time to think about it, because the terrifying pressure from the opponent was too overwhelming, making him deeply fearful of this powerful aura.

Having lived for tens of thousands of years, beings who could suppress him like this were not absent but extremely rare. In his mind, only those unspeakable existences from the Dao Palace could possibly achieve this level.

Boom!

The litian spear was forcibly broken into two pieces by Xiang Tianxing!

Wu Duankong was utterly stunned!

This terrifying aura made him feel timid, like he had encountered an insurmountable mountain, a deity he would never be able to surpass, it evoked a sense of helplessness!

In just a moment, Xiang Tianxing grasped Wu Duankong’s neck; Wu Duankong didn’t even know how he was caught. In his perception, he wasn’t fit to duel a god like this, in the presence of such a terrifying figure, he was just like a humble ant.

The opponent could kill him as easily as crushing an ant!

There was no longer any arrogance or swagger on Wu Duankong’s face, only horror; the opponent was just too powerful, making him shiver.

For an immortal master who lived for tens of thousands of years, they were actually the most afraid of dying.

"You, you dare! I am... I am an elder of the Earth God in the Dao Palace, if you... if you dare touch me..."

He reported his identity with bluffing severity, hoping to intimidate the opponent!

But Xiang Tianxing looked on coldly at Wu Duankong, his body exuding a majestic killing intent, icy and devoid of any emotion.

"Die."

Xiang Tianxing flicked his hand!

A terrifying spiritual power erupted, directly shattering Wu Duankong’s body, a hot flame even emerged from his palm, burning Wu Duankong’s soul.

Wu Duankong let out an angry roar, eventually turning into a miserable scream. This flame was something even a mid-stage Ancestral Dao expert like him couldn’t endure; one can imagine the agony he went through!

Very soon, Wu Duankong’s scream abruptly stopped, leaving only the two broken pieces of the litian spear, utterly damaged beyond repair, its inherent power waning.

Mid-stage Ancestral Dao elder of the Dao Palace, Wu Duankong, dead!

——

Xiang Tianxing refined Wu Duankong’s soul into a clump of spiritual power crystal, after finishing this, he turned his gaze and looked at his son.

As he turned, the cold killing intent on him disappeared like melting snow, replaced by the warmth of spring blooming, Xiang Tianxing once again showed a gentle smile.

He was no longer the person filled with a heavy aura of slaughter, but a father trying hard to make up for the neglect of his son.

"Take it, you might use it."

Xiang Tianxing gently handed the spiritual power crystal to Xiang Beifei.

Xiang Beifei paused for a moment in silence, then reached out to accept it.

But Xiang Tianxing’s body started to become illusory.

The retained consciousness inevitably had limited power, and this embodiment was on the verge of crumbling.

"Are you still alive?" Xiang Beifei asked.

"Is that answer important to you?" Xiang Tianxing said with a smile.

"You better be alive." Xiang Beifei replied calmly.

"Do you hope for me to be alive?"

"I hope you bear your own responsibilities, rather than leaving the mess of the Human Race to me!" Xiang Beifei said.

"Sorry." Xiang Tianxing sighed.

"Why?"

"For everything."

Xiang Tianxing took a step closer to his son, looking closely at him, eyes filled with guilt.

"I don’t need an apology."

"Then what do you need?"

"Where is she?" Xiang Beifei said.

Xiang Tianxing remained silent.

"Still not telling?" Xiang Beifei asked.

"That place is dangerous, I’m doing it for—"

"I don’t like that phrase." Xiang Beifei said.

Xiang Tianxing opened his mouth but ultimately didn’t complete the sentence.

He looked at his son, who possessed that unique resilience, which made him very gratified.

This child has never given up, journeying all the way to this point.

He shouldn’t seem to obstruct anymore.

Or perhaps, he simply couldn’t stop him.

"She is a very special girl, seems worried about you, just wanted to speak up for you earlier, do you like her?"

Xiang Tianxing diverted the topic, looking with interest at Li Qianluo who peered inquisitively from afar.

"It’s none of your business." Xiang Beifei said.

"How is it none of my business? I also want to be a grandfather." Xiang Tianxing said joyfully.

"You want to be a grandfather? You couldn’t even be a proper father, what makes you think you should be a grandfather?" Xiang Beifei asked.

Xiang Tianxing’s smile froze, he reached to press down the tuft of hair sticking up on his head, trying to alleviate his embarrassment.

But it was unsuccessful, as soon as he pressed down, the hair sprang back up.

"If I have a child in the future, and they ask me where their grandfather is, how should I answer them? Should I tell them I’m parentless?" Xiang Beifei asked coldly.

These words were sharp, Xiang Tianxing felt bitter inside.

But he wouldn’t get angry, regardless of what his son said to him, he wouldn’t rage, for in his heart, there was more guilt.