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Chapter 331: He Apologized—What More Do You Want?
Chapter 331: He Apologized—What More Do You Want?
"What the hell is going on in this world?!"
Dangmo True Man gripped the severed head of Minghua Heavenly Immortal, blood dripping from its neck as the head trembled with terror. Its lips quivered, but miraculously, it still spoke.
And it wasn’t alone.
The other three Earth Immortals’ heads had also been chopped off, yet they too remained conscious—alive, but trapped in the agony of being cut off from their bodies.
Paradoxically, their decapitation had severed a mysterious "influence" that had gripped them earlier. Minghua’s mind now reeled with horror. Moments ago, he’d been obsessed with claiming thirty Fruit Position realms. How had he dared approach them in the first place?
"Could a Supreme One have targeted me?"
It was the only explanation. Minghua’s lips twitched as he swallowed his rage, barely holding back a curse.
Gods, what a beast!
Supreme Ones sat atop the cosmic hierarchy, immortal monarchs dwelling in Fruit Positions. How dare one of their kind attack a mere Heavenly Immortal? Where was his Supreme One—why hadn’t they intervened?
"I have so much to say—"
Minghua’s thoughts shattered as Dangmo roughly shook the heads, sending his eyes rolling backward.
"Quiet."
Dangmo scowled, his voice low but firm. His sword Qi, the "Unkilling Sword", was infamous. Though it could sever limbs or shatter bones, it never killed. Those struck by it survived, but as empty shells—alive, yet stripped of all divine power, reduced to the pitiful state Minghua and the others now endured. To some, this existence was worse than death.
But Dangmo believed otherwise. Survival itself was a victory. As long as life endured, hope remained.
With a flicker of light, he returned to the airship. His divine consciousness swept across the deck, his expression darkening instantly. Ye Xingfeng was gone.
"Where’s Xingfeng?"
"Great Uncle!"
Ye Guyue (Solitary Moon) shot forward the moment he appeared, her delicate face twisted with fury.
Before she could speak, Lv Yang stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Forgive my failure, Senior. Brother Ye perished protecting me. I offer my karmic debt in exchange—let me take his place in the Sword Pavilion’s cycle of rebirth. Please, do not blame Senior Ye. This is my fault alone."
Ye Guyue stiffened.
Who made you my junior? You haven’t even joined the Sword Pavilion yet!
"Still want to join the Sword Pavilion?" she spat, her teeth clenched. "Great Uncle, this man plotted against Xingfeng! Execute him for vengeance!"
Lv Yang stood motionless, head bowed. His silence screamed submission.
Dangmo sighed, then raised a hand. The world shimmered, replaying the battle’s events—not time reversal, but a divine playback of the "Heavenly Records." Only Foundation-Building Perfection experts or Great True Sovereigns could command such a feat.
Moments later, Dangmo’s face hardened. He saw Ye Guyue and Ye Xingfeng’s covert ambush.
"Self-inflicted wounds", he muttered, dismissing the scene. Though his fury was evident, his eyes betrayed deeper resignation.
"They tried to kill him—so what?"
Ye Guyue’s confusion turned to outrage. "Great Uncle, even if they failed, doesn’t he bear responsibility for Xingfeng’s death?"
"His timing was suspicious", she hissed. "Using divine techniques to vanish at the perfect moment? He orchestrated this!"
"Coincidence", Dangmo said flatly. "He was in the No Heaven Realm when it happened—a place that blocks all divine perception."
Ye Guyue seethed, resentment toward her eccentric relative growing. No wonder the clan head always called him stubbornly eccentric!
Then Lv Yang spoke.
"Senior, I accept my guilt. Though unintentional, Brother Ye’s death weighs on me. I vow to guide his rebirth into the Sword Pavilion, restoring his former strength. It would be his karmic blessing."
"Jiangbei’s demon dare speak of karmic blessings?"
Ye Guyue’s face flushed crimson, her gaze searing. Those were my words!
"Sorry…" Lv Yang shrank behind Dangmo, the picture of pitiful submission.
"Enough", Dangmo said. "Xingfeng brought this on himself. I’ll ensure his rebirth into the clan."
To a True Sovereign, even shattered souls could reform in the Underworld, though reborn as new beings. Reincarnation, in essence.
Ye Guyue’s lips pressed into a thin line, her fury smoldering.
"He apologized—what more do you want?" Dangmo snapped. "His life for Xingfeng’s? His rebirth?" His voice chilled. "Remember: you were in the wrong first."
The authority of a Foundation-Building Perfection expert left Ye Guyue no choice but to swallow her rage.
Dangmo turned to Lv Yang, his gaze softening. "You’ve inherited the Sea of Sorrowful Affliction divine ability. Your Dao heart is formidable."
He appraised Lv Yang like a farmer admiring a thriving crop.
"Senior overestimates me", Lv Yang replied, bowing.
Rising, Dangmo opened his mouth—only for Minghua’s head to croak, "Friend… my Mystic Spirit Realm… what now?"
The arrogance had vanished.
Dangmo fell silent, staring into the sky.
"Too late."
As if answering him, the heavens split with a thunderous roar. Light erupted, forming a phantom of a celestial court—a grand fortress of divine power.
Around it, countless Fruit Position stars ignited, encircling the court like chains. The stellar bindings tightened, dragging the celestial court downward as if to shatter it.
Flames rained crimson. Heaven itself bled as divine titans clashed, a cosmic banquet of destruction. Minghua’s eyes nearly burst with despair.
"The Supreme Ones have begun their war to slaughter the heavens and destroy worlds!"
(End of Chapter)
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