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Chapter 502: Defeat
(Thank you, 'Burning Finger,' for becoming the Alliance Leader)
Under Xiang Shan’s barrage, the ground erupted with Saiqi in every direction, momentarily blocking Zhang Yu’s path.
Then, with a burst of speed, Xiang Shan closed the distance and caught up with Zhang Yu in an instant.
Their clash sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Xiang Shan took a single step back, while Zhang Yu was violently flung through the air, crashing toward Mo Ejin’s position.
The impact felt like being struck by a mountain. Zhang Yu barely managed to halt his momentum by channeling the full force of the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power.
“Damn…” Zhang Yu gritted his teeth. “Xumi Shanwang Jing combined with Military-Grade Spirit Armor—these two powers amplify each other. It’s impossible to break through.”
Mo Ejin pushed aside the dust clinging to him, his eyes flicking toward Zhang Yu, whose expression was grim.
“Wait for my opening,” Mo Ejin said softly. “I’ll hold him off. You take care of the others at Tianyao University.”
“If we have the Array, and they don’t… then we stand a chance.”
Zhang Yu nodded—then froze.
His gaze locked onto Xiang Shan’s rapidly swelling abdomen.
“What in the world is that?”
Mo Ejin frowned. “He just absorbed some of my Blood essence. He’s likely manufacturing my Bloodline Offspring right here. That bulge… the Breeding Module must be activating.”
Zhang Yu blinked. “Wait… isn’t that illegal? Unethical?”
Mo Ejin gave a dry chuckle. “As long as it’s not considered a living being—just construction material—then it’s perfectly legal.”
“And besides…” His voice grew colder. “Unpaid breeding is a sacred duty for every member of Tianyao University. For Demon Descendants, it’s not just an obligation—it’s a skill. A way to earn, a source of pride. Countless Demon Descendants embrace it.”
Mo Ejin’s eyes narrowed. “We need to stop this process. I have a bad feeling about what’s coming.”
At that moment, the entire Audience Stand erupted in a frenzy of Demon Race screams.
“Breed! Breed! Breed! Breed! Breed!”
Zhang Yu watched the scene unfold—hordes of Group Chat demons howling, tearing at each other, practicing Mutual Cultivation, defecating, and breeding on the spot, all while chanting in unison.
Slowly, understanding dawned.
These Demon Descendants didn’t hate breeding. They only hated forced, unpaid breeding. They loathed the Breeding Tax.
Zhang Yu’s mind whispered: This… is what a demon truly is.
Xiang Shan, feeling the ecstatic roar of the crowd, threw his arms wide and laughed—a monstrous, thunderous laugh, as if answering the beasts’ call.
“Little demon spawn!” he roared. “Today, witness me ascend to champion! Break through the professional limit! Shatter the racial ceiling!”
With a thunderous snort, he raised his trunk toward the sky and unleashed a torrent of thick, vile demonic aura.
The stench surged across the battlefield in an instant—thick, choking, reeking of decay and raw power.
Wanfa University’s team scrambled to activate their Spirit Artifacts and Spirit Armor air purifiers.
But the audience—those wild, ravenous Group Chat demons—thrived on the stench. They inhaled it like sacred nectar, their bodies pulsing with ecstasy.
Some small demons even fought over the faint particulates suspended in the air.
“This is Master Xiang Shan’s shit!” one cried. “I’ve been waiting for this hot breath!”
“Mine! It’s mine! All mine!”
“Life-changing! One taste, and I won’t need food for ten days!”
As the crowd howled and writhed in frenzy, Xiang Shan turned his gaze toward Mo Ejin and Zhang Yu. With a wave of oppressive pressure, he advanced—step by step—his grin widening, his fangs gleaming.
“Come on,” he said, his voice dripping with menace. “Let’s continue.”
With a single footfall, the earth trembled. The battle reignited.
Xiang Shan swung a fist—Zhang Yu was swept aside like a leaf. Then, a brutal kick sent Mo Ejin flying.
At that moment, Mo Ejin and Zhang Yu became twin raging dragons, unleashing torrents of power in a relentless assault on Xiang Shan.
But Xiang Shan stood firm—like a mountain made of flesh and steel. No matter how fiercely they struck, he remained unmoved, repelling every blow with terrifying ease.
Then, Mo Ejin’s hands—bent behind his head in a seal—shifted abruptly. The gravitational source above him, long building in power, erupted.
Since the start of the battle, Mo Ejin had been constantly channeling the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power and Spirit Armor energy, steadily increasing the strength of his gravity well.
Now, it burst forth—transforming into Yongjie Yuan’s Cage, a crushing, invisible prison that locked onto Xiang Shan.
Zhang Yu’s eyes narrowed. “The most difficult aspect of the Zhenxing Ten Aspects… so this technique was derived from the Seven Supreme Spirit Armors?”
“Makes sense. In real combat, I’d need to charge up Yongjie Yuan—too slow for battle.”
“Only with Spirit Armor can Mo Ejin sustain it mid-fight…”
A transmission crackled through the link:
My Military-Grade Spirit Armor is too strong. Even after all this buildup, my Yongjie Yuan won’t last long. You have to act now!
Mo Ejin’s fingers snapped open—each one firing a barrage of gravitational pulses toward Xiang Shan.
Zhang Yu vanished in a blur.
He didn’t need to join the attack. He knew Mo Ejin’s signal wasn’t for him to fight Xiang Shan.
It was to distract—to clear the way.
Zhang Yu surged toward Tianyao University’s frontline—his goal: eliminate Xiang Shan’s allies before they could interfere.
Meanwhile, the relentless barrage of gravitational waves struck Xiang Shan’s abdomen.
The swelling instantly deflated—his Breeding Module halted mid-process.
Mo Ejin raised his palm, aiming to crush Xiang Shan’s skull.
But in that instant—his entire body convulsed.
The Seven Supreme Spirit Armors trembled uncontrollably.
The Yongjie Yuan flickered—its power collapsing.
“What?” Mo Ejin gasped.
A brutal crack—Xiang Shan’s black hand clamped around his skull, fingers like iron.
A cruel smile curled across Xiang Shan’s face.
“The Breeding Module weakens my core defense. I let you see the flaw.”
“I used it to lure you in. You focused on attacking that weakness—so I could invade your Spirit Armor.”
In the Ling Realm, Mo Ejin felt it—his armor breached. Dozens, no—hundreds of Soul Cultivators had flooded in.
They weren’t just invading. They were charging—like moths to flame, crashing into his defenses with suicidal ferocity.
Inside the Ling Realm, the Soul Cultivators screamed.
“Boss, we can’t hold! They’re insane!”
“This is bankrupt attack! We’re pulling out!”
“Per contract, you don’t pay us enough to die!”
“More money! More money!”
Mo Ejin knew—he just needed a moment. A little Lingbi, a little time… he could reboot his armor.
But in the material world, the clash of Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power and Xumi Shanwang Jing tore the ground apart.
Yet Xiang Shan’s hand remained locked around Mo Ejin’s head—black as a singularity, devouring every incoming Disha Gravity wave, resisting Mo Ejin’s every effort to break free.
Xiang Shan’s voice came cold and sharp.
“You’re thinking—just a moment more, your armor will recover. Zhang Yu will take down my allies. Your team will complete the Array. You’ll regain the upper hand. You’ll beat me.”
“Too bad. That’ll never happen.”
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At the very instant Zhang Yu unleashed the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power and reached the construction site…
He saw them.
Elephant demons, their hearts pierced, had transformed into pillars—standing tall across the battlefield.
And around them, vast swathes of corpses had become Living Stakes—rising like a forest of gravestones.
“You…?” Zhang Yu’s voice cracked. “Did you… kill yourselves? Turn yourselves into Living Stakes?”
He understood the use of corpses as construction material. But to voluntarily die? To sacrifice like this?
It was as if they’d sacrificed themselves just to draw him here.
Just before Zhang Yu arrived, they’d severed their own lives.
Phantoms emerged from their bodies—shimmering in the Ling Realm.
They laughed at him.
“Just to see Master Xiang Shan win? One life? Worthless. I’ll earn it back a hundred times over!”
Their eyes burned with unwavering faith.
Zhang Yu froze.
For a moment, he saw something familiar—something he’d once known.
Then his expression hardened.
The Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power roared to life.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
He swept his power across the field—erasing every Living Stake, every corpse, every ghost.
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At the moment the last of his teammates fell—transforming into Living Stakes—the Array activated.
A surge of divine power surged through Xiang Shan.
But it lasted only an instant.
Zhang Yu shattered it.
The entire process—complete, then undone—flickered like a dying flame.
Xiang Shan seized that microsecond.
This was his moment.
Yongjie Yuan broken.
Seven Supreme Spirit Armors disabled.
Zhang Yu distracted.
This was the perfect chance to crush Mo Ejin.
Defeat Mo Ejin—then, even with the Array and Zhang Yu, Wanfa University would be no match.
This chance—this one chance—had been bought with the lives of brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts.
It had been bought with sacrifice.
With desperation.
With the final breath of those who had waited, died, just to delay Zhang Yu for one second.
To defeat Wanfa Civil Engineering Department’s strongest—Mo Ejin.
“Mo Ejin!” Xiang Shan roared, his voice shaking the sky. “This blow carries not just the weight of Group Chat Mountain—it carries the quantity of my people. My blood. My children.”
In the grip of Military-Grade Technique, Military-Grade Spirit Armor, and the Array’s Martial Energy, Xiang Shan’s right arm tensed—muscles swelling, veins bursting.
Mo Ejin’s skull cracked under the pressure.
His mind screamed.
Will I… lose?
Die?
Go bankrupt?
Should I keep going?
Hold on?
Zhang Yu… is he coming?
A doubt crept in.
Can I trust him?
Even if it means risking everything?
Even if it means betting our future on this final match?
Xiang Shan howled inside.
All those generations of low-class Demon Race…
All those infants sold and devoured too soon…
They believed in me. They believed today… today was the day… everything would change!
“Right arm!” he screamed. “Give it all!”
The Spirit Armor on his right arm activated Self-Destruct Mode—running at 120% capacity.
A deafening BOOM tore through the battlefield.
At the very moment Zhang Yu returned to the center—his power already locked onto Xiang Shan—
The Spirit Armor on Xiang Shan’s right arm shattered, torn apart by overload.
The force exploded toward Mo Ejin.
His body breached the critical damage threshold.
The armor triggered the pre-set Surrender Message.
Mo Ejin! Defeated!
(End of Chapter)
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