Chapter 889: Let's see what happens when there's a backlash?

The endless sea, with its raging waves.

The Golden Dragon King looked at the million-year boundary ring that had been forcibly conjured up, radiating a pale golden divine light, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

To come and remove the soul of that stupid whale.

"go!"

With a wave of his hand, a dark crack appeared in the space.

The boundary ring that had driven the entire Canglan Realm mad also transformed into a stream of light and vanished instantly into the depths of the void.

If you want the million-year boundary ring, you must bear the consequences of the million-year boundary ring.

What they fear is the white sword.

녦놊 is a chess piece under the White Sword's command.

The soul of the ancient sea whale is left for them to deal with themselves.

Solve the problem...

That idiot is mad at their greed.

녦怨놊누它金银龙王身껗.

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On the other side.

[Ding! Resource allocation for the million-year timescale ring is complete!]

[Claim or not?]

Chen Huai'an had already rushed out to fight Tang Ritian to the death when Jie Huan happened to deliver the gift, so he naturally said, "Take it!"

Boom—!!!

The sky collapsed.

The sky, which had been overcast, seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand the moment the boundary ring appeared.

A massive boundary ring, its surface a pale gold and covered with dense crimson runes, descended with a terrifying aura from the ancient primordial era.

This aura was too domineering and too heavy.

Ancient trees within a radius of a hundred miles snapped under this oppressive force, and the earth cracked inch by inch.

Tang Ritian, who was about to deliver the fatal blow, suddenly froze.

That oppressive force was like a towering god pressing down on his crown. Even though he was a legendary fighter, even though he had activated his God-Slaying Domain, he was still unable to move, and even his raging fighting power was forcibly suppressed.

"What...what is this?!"

Tang Ritian looked up in utter shock at the boundary ring floating above Li Qingran's head.

The runes on that surface... that aura...

Beyond 100,000 years.

Far surpassed!

It also surpassed... his understanding!

"Hundreds...millions of years?!"

Tang Er and Xiao Tu were pressed to the ground, and even breathing became a luxury.

Behind Li Qingran, Chen Huai'an did not hesitate at all, and his semi-transparent palm directly grabbed the boundary ring.

"Refine it!"

Roar—!!!

A roar filled with resentment and bitterness exploded deep within Chen Huai'an's soul.

A deep blue light shone brightly, and a gigantic whale phantom, as large as a mountain and covered in sharp spikes, suddenly burst out from the boundary ring.

It is an ancient sea whale.

He is one of the demigods of the endless sea in this world.

It died so unjustly and so tragically.

Being slapped to death by the Golden Dragon King was bad enough, but now he's going to be refined by a Battle Soul who isn't even a Fighter.

Why should I?!

"Insects!!"

The ancient sea whale's enormous eyes burned with furious flames as it stared intently at Chen Huai'an's tiny soul.

"You dare to lay your hands on my divine realm?!"

"Since you want to devour me, then I, the god, will burst your soul! I'll annihilate you!"

It opened its enormous maw, wide enough to devour the heavens and earth, and, carrying boundless resentment, bit down on Chen Huai'an.

Faced with the dying counterattack of this demigod-level beast.

Chen Huai'an simply watched it quietly, as if looking at a mad dog that knew neither life nor death.

"Backlash?"

He gently shook his head.

"Why don't you... give me a taste of your own medicine?"

The moment the words fell.

Buzz—

The darkness deep within my soul suddenly receded.

Instead, there was a vast expanse of white.

There is no sky, no earth, only... a sword.

That was ordinary iron; it was a Dao sword transformed from the divine soul of Chen Huai'an, the Golden Immortal.

The massive body of the sea whale suddenly stopped.

It feels like 누깊.

A chilling sensation that made its soul tremble and made it dare not even entertain the thought of resistance...

It saw a figure dressed in white, standing with their back to it, hands clasped behind their back.

That figure was so thin, yet it seemed taller and more lonely than the heavens and earth.

"Who...who are you?!"

That's right!

This aura... although it's still the same fighting spirit from before, it's immeasurably more powerful!

How could a mere Dou Zong's Dou Soul exert such god-like pressure on it?!

It clearly understands which level of God it is.

Although it is at the peak of demigodhood, it is still a god after all. How could it know the vastness of the divine realm?

The whale's voice trembled.

It tried to escape, but found that the space around it was already locked.

The white-clad swordsman did not turn around.

But the Dao sword that was floating in the air trembled slightly.

brush.

Silently.

Only a pale line flashed across the neck of the ancient sea whale's soul.

With a single sword strike, the world fell silent.

The ancient sea whale's enormous eyes, filled with terror, slowly lost their luster.

Its body, its resentment, its soul.

Under that single sword strike, like the first snow meeting the blazing sun, it melted and disintegrated silently.

Finally, the purest essence of the roe gently merged into the pale golden boundary ring.

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outside world.

Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

The incredibly violent million-year boundary ring trembled slightly above Li Qingran's head.

Then, like an obedient dog, it meekly slipped onto Chen Huai'an's finger.

Buzz!

A pale golden halo appeared beneath Chen Huai'an's previously empty body.

At that moment, an even larger halo appeared beneath Li Qingran's feet.

An ancient and weathered aura emanated from Li Qingran, spreading outwards in all directions.

Tang Ritian felt a chill run down his spine.

Kick the iron plate!

But he had no way out.

The murderous intent has been revealed.

If Li Qingran's strange fighting spirit were to absorb this terrifying boundary ring, then the father and son would surely die today!

"Absorbing the boundary ring takes time! Even a god can't do it instantly!"

A hint of madness flashed in Tang Ritian's eyes.

"Now's the chance! Interrupt him!"

boom!

He held back, nine boundary rings lit up around his body, and a massive black shadow of a Sumeru staff appeared behind him, at which point the crimson domain unfolded.

All combat techniques, true form of fighting spirit, God-slaying domain... all converged into a full-force attack!

Having already dealt with Bixixi's soul-destroying attack once before, I've already allowed him to do it again.

But this blow was still just as powerful.

"Die, you son of a bitch!!!"

The Great Sumeru Sun Heaven Cudgel in Tang Ritian's hand swelled in the wind, transforming into a colossal pillar supporting the sky.

Enveloped in his entire fighting power,

The fatal blow, carrying the weight of a legendary warrior, crashed down upon Li Qingran, who was absorbing the boundary ring with his eyes closed.

Boom!

This strike shattered space and caused the void to collapse.

Tang Er and the little rabbit closed their eyes in fear.

However.

Just as that giant stick was about to touch Li Qingran's hair.

Behind Li Qingran, the white-clad swordsman slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes held no emotion, only the gleam of a sword.

brush.

Li Qingran's right hand rose without warning.

It was not about drawing a sword.

Instead, she extended two slender, fair fingers.

Index finger and middle finger.

To come together.

Then, facing that giant club that shattered the sky, he gently made a move towards it.

Thump—! ! !

A deep, muffled roar, as if from the depths of the earth, instantly reverberated throughout the entire forest.

The gale subsided.

A bird in flight, frozen in time.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky like mushroom clouds, obscuring all vision.

Only that enormous, jet-black staff, burning with red lightning.

It was about an inch away from Li Qingran's forehead.

Stop.

It was not moving at all.

And below the tip of the stick.

The phantom of the man in white, as pure as snow, stood quietly behind Li Qingran, overlapping with her movements.

He casually pinched the world-destroying giant club between his two fingers.

It's like... clamping a chopstick between your fingers.

Tang Ritian remained in that downward slamming posture, his eyes wide open, his eyelids ruptured, and blood flowing down his cheeks.

He looked at the man in white.

The man was looking at him too.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he were looking at an ant.

"roll--!"

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