Limitless Ascension: Strength Amid Adversity

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“With this sword, I will definitely kill you!”

Luo Xing’s eyes flashed with determination as he clenched his teeth, the sacred power within him boiling furiously, pouring into the long sword in his hand.

He was giving it everything he had to unleash the strongest sword strike of his life.

Swish~

The flowers of the other shore bloomed, the Yellow Springs whispered, and ghosts and monsters kept emerging, but if you looked closely, you’d realize everything was forged by the sword’s light—this was clearly a unique realm of ghostly swords!

“This…” The Yuzhu Clan Leader’s heart shook wildly, gaining a new understanding of Luo Xing’s power. The Nine Nether Sword Saint truly lived up to his name!

Ye Junlin’s gaze was frigid as he darted in and threw a punch.

The overwhelming fist light exploded forth, carrying an unstoppable aura that suppressed all realms!

In an instant.

The invincible fist light shattered the ghostly sword realm with a force like breaking bamboo, its powerful strength obliterating everything in the realm without leaving a scrap.

“Not good!”

Luo Xing’s face changed drastically, cold sweat pouring from his forehead as he instinctively felt a life-threatening crisis.

Now, he was utterly panicking!

Boom~

Ye Junlin’s invincible fist light, imbued with a suppressive might, approached him.

Luo Xing’s scalp tingled, and while raising his sword to defend, he turned and yelled in desperation, “Luo Yan, run! Run away ahhhh!”

The moment he shouted that, it was clear the situation had completely spiraled out of control, and this mission had utterly failed.

“Xing Lao…” Luo Yan was chilled to the bone, his heart nearly stopping.

Forgetting everything else, Luo Yan quickly stored away the Destruction Tower and rushed toward the outer realm with all his might.

The cries abruptly ceased.

The invincible fist light engulfed Luo Xing, the first sword saint of the Nine Nether, utterly annihilated!

The Yuzhu Clan Leader was terrified, already fleeing the moment Luo Xing shouted.

He had joined this plan expecting victory, never imagining he would die here. Yet at this moment, he suddenly felt a strong premonition of death, as if a voice in his head was urging him to get the hell out of there!

“Want to leave? Stay here!”

Ye Junlin had no intention of letting the Yuzhu Clan Leader go, especially since he was part of the group that attacked Empress Fuyao.

“Ye Tian Emperor, we are only following orders! I hope you can show mercy! I swear I’ll resign and never step foot in the Kunlun Realm again!”

Feeling death closing in, the Yuzhu Clan Leader broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly expressed his stance.

In the past, he had referred to Ye Tian Emperor casually, with no hint of respect.

But now, he truly felt fear; the name Ye Tian Emperor weighed on him like a mountain, making it hard to breathe!

“Honestly, it’s better for you to just die.” Ye Junlin sneered.

The fist light, steeped in overwhelming imperial might, descended upon the old man.

“This sacred intent, could it be…” As the fist light approached, the Yuzhu Clan Leader seemed to realize something, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He should have thought of it sooner—how could the other party be so powerful that even they, who grasped Respect Grade Sacred Intent, couldn’t resist?

Turns out, this person comprehended the legendary quasi-emperor-grade sacred intent!

No wonder even a character as formidable as Luo Xing fell before a single punch; he wouldn’t have withstood it either!

At this realization, the Yuzhu Clan Leader fell into complete despair, even the will to struggle before death evaporated.

“No…”

Then, his body exploded, sacred blood evaporating into nothingness, as if he had never existed in this world.

After all this, Ye Junlin stood alone in the void, like an undefeated divine king, exuding an aura beyond this world.

Who could have imagined that the two once-fearsome powerhouses of the universe would meet their end at his hands today!

Empress Fuyao’s gaze was filled with shock, her red lips parting slightly, at a loss for words to express her inner turmoil.

She had thought Ye Junlin would be strong when he emerged, but she never expected him to be this ridiculously powerful!

Is this the level of strength expected from the Saint Ancestor Realm?

“Seems I missed one, but whatever, let’s deal with the current issue first,” Ye Junlin pondered.

His targets were originally Luo Xing and the Yuzhu Clan Leader; as for the fleeing Luo Yan, since he was relatively weak, he wasn’t a concern anymore. Now that he had escaped, Ye Junlin wouldn’t lose sleep over it—just a bit disappointed.

If Luo Yan knew he was considered weak, who knows how he’d feel? Probably so furious he’d spit blood, right?

After all, no matter how you looked at it, he was the Asura Clan’s recognized supernova, the strongest prodigy of the Nine Nether Realm, yet somehow ended up associated with the term “weak”?

It was no wonder that if even the strongest wouldn’t catch Ye Junlin’s eye, this label made perfect sense.

In the outer starry sky.

Elder Changsheng was battered and bloodied, with several bones exposed, and even the hoe in his hand showed signs of wear, as if it had withstood countless strikes.

The group of Saint Ancestor Realm powerhouses watched with barely concealed glee.

After all, they weren’t the ones doing the fighting—it was all Luo Wuliang’s work; they were just spectators.

From beginning to end, it was just these two battling it out.

“Do you want to fight again?”

Luo Wuliang’s gaze was authoritative as he held a halberd, exuding a vast energy, his imposing aura unwavering.

Though Elder Changsheng was strong, a standout among the strong,

he was facing a top-tier powerhouse; at this heated stage of battle, victory and defeat were already clear.

Elder Changsheng’s old face was smeared with blood, but his eyes revealed a steely determination as he tightened his grip on the hoe, coldly stating, “Why ask if you already know the answer!”

“Good, very good!”

Luo Wuliang’s expression turned serious as he spoke,

if the other party was willing to give up the Kunlun Realm, he wouldn’t really want to escalate it to this level; despite his seemingly peak condition, the actual consumption from battle was quite real.

Since it had come to this, he’d have to kill this man!

Boom~

Luo Wuliang radiated terrifying energy waves, raising the halberd above his head as if he were about to launch a lethal blow to finish off Elder Changsheng.

The Dao Lords’ faces changed slightly, instinctively pulling away, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

How ironic is this scene!

A Nine Nether Being came to stir trouble in the Divine Court, and yet the powerful lords of the Divine Court were merely spectating!

Elder Changsheng’s expression was resolute, having drifted aimlessly in the universe for many years, like a stray dog. At this moment, he only wanted to fight for his home one last time, even if it meant dying without a trace; he had no regrets!

Just as Luo Wuliang was about to deliver a devastating strike, a familiar and anxious voice rang out, filled with a panicked urgency,

“Father! The plan has failed! We must retreat quickly!!”

The speaker was none other than Luo Yan, who had hurriedly escaped from the Kunlun Realm.

Right now, Luo Yan looked like he had just fled from a demon cave, his face reflecting sheer fear and unease.

“What did you say?!”

Luo Wuliang froze, then was instantly shocked.

Such a seamless plan, how could it fail?

This was an operation involving many powerful Nine Nether Beings, with various clan leaders joining in to tackle the isolated Kunlun Realm—there should have been absolute confidence in success!

In Luo Wuliang’s view, it was like a swarm of dragons descending upon an ant den, such overkill.

There was no reason for it to fail!

“What about the others? Why didn’t they come out with you?” Luo Wuliang asked suspiciously.

“Father, they’re all dead, especially Xing Lao and the Yuzhu Clan Leader—they were both killed by Ye Tian Emperor!”

Luo Yan was freezing all over, speaking with great difficulty.

In this operation, these two were the only strong ones, and since even they were taken down, you could imagine how perilous it must have been!

“Impossible!”

Luo Wuliang exclaimed in horror, his mind spinning, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Luo Xing was the Nine Nether Sword Saint; he was well aware of his strength and was the final trump card he had given to Luo Yan for critical moments to turn the tide or counter other unruly Nine Nether powerhouses.

Combined with the Yuzhu Clan Leader, even he felt a headache coming; he had to be cautious!

Who would have thought they would both end up dead?

And to think the one who killed them was that bastard who kept getting his daughter pregnant?

Clearly.

Luo Wuliang’s brain couldn’t process it, especially since just a few months had passed since the last incident; no matter how extraordinary someone’s talent, it shouldn’t be possible to grow to such heights in such a short time, right?

“Father, I’ll explain the details when we get back, we really shouldn’t stay here any longer!”

Luo Yan urged anxiously, fearing Ye Junlin might come after them at any second.

“Let’s go!”

Luo Wuliang gritted his teeth, grabbing his eldest son and swiftly leaving the battlefield.

All that was left were the bewildered onlookers!