Chapter 151 The Final Battle

This person's voice was soft and gentle, yet it accurately resonated in everyone's eardrums and even their dantian.

Therefore, everyone immediately noticed the arrival of the newcomer and looked towards the figure with the appearance of an immortal.

The members of the Otherworld Alliance and the Myriad Swords Sect fell silent for a moment, then erupted into a frenzy.

"It's True Lord Doubtful Lotus!!!"

"True Lord? The True Lord has arrived!! As expected of our most reliable True Lord, he has personally come to the rescue!!"

However, the explanation of "saving the day" aroused some dissent and murmurs. After all, everyone had just used their full strength to defeat Jiqing without any chance to fight back, and now the Demon Lord's men were still trapped in the pit with their lives hanging in the balance. In fact, they were just one final blow away. And Yilian happened to arrive at this moment.

Is it really just a coincidence...?

However, this did not prevent more people from blindly worshipping Yi Lian. These discordant voices were quickly suppressed, and they flocked to Yi Lian's side.

From the moment the True Lord appeared, Lou Lan seemed frozen in place, her movements sluggish and hesitant. She protectively cradled the ghost infant in her arms as if facing a formidable enemy, concealing her presence and secretly observing him. "..."

The Poison King's pupil-less eyes were bloodshot, emitting a low growl that intimidated its opponents. Before anyone could react, black mist threads wove together to form a giant screen, threatening to engulf everyone beneath it.

Little did anyone know that Yi Lian didn't even glance in their direction. With a flick of her sleeve, the "net of heaven and earth" formed by the foul-grade evil energy was disrupted, like a swarm of fireflies scattered sparsely in the air.

Against this beautiful backdrop of light and surrounded by a crowd, Yi Lian strolled leisurely to the top of the pit, her expression filled with sorrow. She said, “I implore you fellow Daoists not to intervene. I wish to have a final confrontation with my master… I hope you can grant me this lifelong wish. Afterwards, I will certainly give you all an explanation.”

Upon hearing this, Duan Wenyang's admirer, filled with boundless hatred, was the first to glare at Yi Lian with displeasure.

Yi Lian glanced at her apologetically. The female cultivator's hand, which was tightly gripping her natal rapier, trembled violently, her teeth chattering. However, she could not resist the desperate persuasion of the people around her. After a moment of silence, she finally nodded.

So everyone focused intently on Yi Lian's every move, holding their breath in anticipation of the great demon's fate.

Before long, a huge ball of light, containing a hazy figure with beast ears and a beast tail, slowly floated from the underground pit into the air and stopped in front of Yilian.

The sphere of light slowly faded, revealing the delicate, pale face of the person inside. Yi Lian stared for a moment, then a brown pill appeared between her two fingers. Amidst the commotion as the cultivators tried to stop her, she sent it into Zhen Su's heart from a distance.

The next moment, the shocking bloody holes on Shinju's body quickly healed, his limbs that were about to fall off were restored to normal, and he woke up.

Lou Lan shuddered in disbelief. She had thought the pill must be a trap, but she couldn't get to Zhen Su's side at all. There was a powerful barrier around the two people in the center, and anyone who got close would be devoured.

The others were agitated by disbelief, with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect reacting the most strongly, vying to question why Yi Lian had saved Zhen Su.

Yi Lian silenced everyone with just one glance.

After a moment of confusion, Shinjuku finally regained full consciousness. When he met the face of that detestable person, he immediately retreated, his large tail standing straight up, staring intently at Yuren, his boundless hatred burning like a raging fire in his internal organs.

Yi Lian paused for a moment, lifted his eyelids, and his eyes, whether glistening with tears or a shimmering light of his own, he nodded slightly and said, "How have you been, Grandmaster?"

The voice that had haunted him like a nightmare sent chills down his spine. He clutched his chest with one hand and asked Yiren, "What did you give me to eat?"

Yi Lian clasped his hands together and said, "It was Yi Lian who offended you. It was because we wanted to have a thorough and enjoyable duel with our master in his prime that we fed him the All-Spirit Pill." The implication was that taking advantage of someone's misfortune was against his principles.

"The Complete Spirit Pill?! That's the healing elixir that only a master alchemist after the Nascent Soul stage can refine? Not only can it aid in breaking through realms, but it can also unleash heaven-defying power exceeding two or three minor realms in a short time!! It's often set as the grand finale at auctions, and you can't snag it without spending a massive amount of top-grade spirit stones! Such a precious pill, given to a demon—"

"The True Lord has always acted with integrity, but it is precisely because he is too integrity that he fails to recognize that some demons would never appreciate such good intentions; they are simply heartless and cruel!"

"The righteous always suffer losses. To deal with a demon at his peak! What courage this True Lord possesses!! Who said the True Lord was here to pick up the scraps? Open your dog eyes and take a good look!"

Many cultivators were so angry they wanted to tear their hair out, and couldn't help but stand up for Yi Lian.

Just then, a discordant voice rang out from the very center, causing everyone to look around, but they could not find who was speaking.

"Tsk, what All-Spirit Pill? Just because he says so doesn't mean it is! Who knows if it's poison! Master, quickly expel it from your body!" Ghost Silver couldn't stand these people who were all talk about benevolence and righteousness, yet regarded Shinju as an utterly wicked villain. It couldn't swallow this insult.

Masakatsu shook his head. "It can't be expelled."

Ghost Silver was pacing anxiously. Shinjuku rubbed the bracelet to soothe him, then his golden eyes flashed with undisguised killing intent.

"Stop acting, you disgust me."

After speaking, Shinju made his move. He clenched his empty palm, which had been slashing outwards, and then struck out with a fierce blow. Instantly, a shockwave powerful enough to slice through the entire steel-framed ship was released, grazing fiercely past Yiren's face.

The cultivators were shocked: "True Lord, be careful!!!" Immediately, everyone's anger intensified, their eyes filled with recognition of the True Abbot's "ungrateful" behavior and resentment.

Yi Lian turned around without changing her expression, her face showing reluctance. She sighed, "Since our master has no explanation, then we must take action."

The pure spiritual power of the wood element is like a gentle breeze and fine rain, nourishing things silently. It uses softness to overcome hardness, easily neutralizing every fierce move of Zhen Su. No matter what Zhen Su does, he cannot get close to his opponent again. Yi Lian is like an invisible and colorless fish, free to go anywhere under the sky, without any means to restrain it.

Shinjuku gradually became anxious.

Yi Lian doesn't engage in direct combat, seemingly without sharpness or harm. However, her nonchalant demeanor, compared to Zhen Su's all-out effort, makes Zhen Su undoubtedly the one at a disadvantage. It's as if her opponent is casually toying with a raccoon.

This highlights the huge gap in strength between the two.

Shinju was breathing heavily. This full-speed circulation of spiritual energy, with each punch and kick, had emptied his body of true energy, almost suffocating him. Yet even so, he still couldn't inflict a single wound on Ikuri.

Even the strands of lotus's hair were perfectly intact.

What Shinju was unaware of was that the space surrounding Yilian was unusual. Although the secondary Purple Mansion could not perceive it, there was actually a magical artifact filled with some kind of water, enveloping them all within it. In Yilian's eyes, all of Shinju's attacks were slowed down and their power greatly reduced.

Such a disparity in circumstances is nothing short of an insult to the former prodigy, the founding patriarch of the sect—Shinshu.

Yi Lian was extremely satisfied, his smugness almost overflowing from the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his lips seemed to be slightly curved. However, he still remembered his dignity, so he still put on a sad expression of pity for the sinner. Seeing this, Zhen Su really wanted to vomit, and his Zi Fu let out a mournful cry of unbearable pressure, as if it was about to explode.

Shinju was panting heavily and feeling dizzy, but he suddenly stopped moving. Izumi turned to the side and observed him calmly.

A resolute glint flashed in Zhen Su's golden eyes as he transmitted his voice, "Lou Lan, I will summon you to my side in a moment and sever our contract. You take Zi Kua and leave; I will take care of the demon."

Lou Lan was stunned. At this critical juncture, how could she not know what Shinju meant by making such a plan?

To Zhen Su's surprise, Lou Lan refused, saying, "I will not leave. Even if I perish here today, it is my fate. I promised to repay your favor, and Lou Lan is not one to break his word."

"Keziku..."

Lou Lan let out a slight tremor, but still refused.

Shinju knew from his voice that his mind was made up. As for favors, he had already said that he didn't need her to repay them. It was clearly just an excuse.

"Then please lend me a hand, Aunt Lou."

"good."

A moment later, Yi Lian sensed a change in the airflow around him, but despite his awareness, he was a step too slow! As Zhen Su charged towards him with a spinning kick, Yi Lian took a step back, and a slender figure suddenly appeared behind him. A heavy chain hammer approached at an absurdly fast speed, even breaking through the slowing curse of his demonic domain. With a muffled thud, the chain hammer, imbued with Zhen Su's five poisons, successfully struck Yi Lian, knocking his head to the side.

While Yilian adjusted her position, Shinju stepped forward and delivered a timely kick, before Yilian's wooden shield defense technique could take shape.

Several strands of hair that Yi Lian had styled with a silver hairpin suddenly fell to his front, finally cracking his elegant demeanor. He then straightened up somewhat disheveled, a fierce glint in his eyes, before re-drawing an invisible demonic domain, undetectable to anyone below his cultivation level.

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Author's note: I'll finish the last two chapters tomorrow or the day after; I won't delay any longer.