ng Yu bit his teeth tightly, even if he had resurrected ti after ti, how could he easily forget the various injuries he sustained? Moreover, tactile sensation was a form of defense, with a clear and sharp pain, as if he was being roasted alive over a fire!
Unbeknownst to him, the number of enemies had dwindled, with the nine Golden Core cultivators being the first to go offline, then the Three Extres True Monarch fell and never returned, and Bai Hu, unwilling to yield, died in battle without leaving behind any grandiose words.
Suddenly, ng Yu felt that the battle had co to an abrupt halt.
Ah, only True Monarch Yu Xia remained among the enemies.
It was a very, very tough battle. If not for the regular fighting in the Immortal Sect, the subsequent pursuits from the Eternal Night Palace, the great battles with the Cultivator Legion, and even the sparring with White Fox and Bloodshadow Ancestor, he would have lost long ago.
Being able to win was really just a matter of perseverance. From the start, he clung to the thought that even if he lost, there would be no retreat. And in the end, after a bloody battle, he won.
"Sorry, Sister, I must look quite unsightly."
With a grimace, ng Yu only felt imnse pain throughout his body, his bones and internal organs having shattered repeatedly, dying and being reborn over and over. He endured the greatest suffering and most ruthless punishnt!
His face was twisted beyond recognition, saliva and blood flowed together—ah no, it was tears. He had just been resurrected again, feeling refreshingly clean, except for his tear and saliva-streaked face, which must look quite ugly.
True Monarch Yu Xia's condition was much better. She had just arrived, and the ten minutes from the Teleportation Portal to the small town were enough for her to apply so makeup, avoiding the instinctive discomfort on her face.
She looked at ng Yu, his features twisted in pain and tears flowing uncontrollably, and nodded with a helpless and serious expression.
"You truly are very strong."
Indeed, everyone had always believed they could win. With a Nascent Soul, it would be nine tis; Bai Hu had an extra ti due to his martial arts background. How many tis could ng fight? Five tis? Six tis?
But now, he had been killed a total of twenty-seven tis.
"Thanks for the praise, Sister. Thank you for the sparring and for feeding tactics. Otherwise, Sister, let's not fight anymore. You can go. How about we call it a draw?"
The number one killer of the Immortal Sect, a robber and butcher with his face twisted in pain, was finally able to speak with a relaxed tone.
Even in fishing, one mustn't rely on a power net. What's the harm in letting one go?
Besides, ng Yu was really a bit tired.
"No."
Looking at the corpses sprawled nearby, so cut in half, bleeding, True Monarch Yu Xia felt as if she was trapped in a nightmare.
She had been decapitated, disemboweled, bisected, and sliced in all manner of ways eight tis, suffering countless severe injuries during the fight, including losing limbs, dragging her intestines, still fighting to the death against this man. Not to ntion knowing that she would bravely face him even in a mutual demise.
Having achieved the Golden Core and Nascent Soul for three hundred years, she had never fought so desperately!
It wasn't that everyone wasn't trying or staying strong, not a single one of the twelve retreated, but ultimately, this was the outco.
And now, he was telling her to leave?
A festival that began with brutality was destined to end in destruction. Everyone else had perished, and now, he was letting her go. This wasn't cutting her so slack—it was a naked insult to him.
The events of today would soon spread throughout the Ascension List and even many offline places. A brutal beginning, a bloody process, and if the ending had been that all twelve people had died and couldn't log in, it would have been fine. But instead, it would be that ng Yu, out of great compassion, spared True Monarch Yu Xia, and she alone survived.
Please, are you saving a dog or a million people?
There are no such headlines in this world, but ng Yu's rcy was a naked trap!
In the end, nobody would rember Bai Hu, the Three Extres True Monarch, or the Golden Core cultivators; they would only rember being spared by ng Yu!
She glared at this scoundrel, suddenly wishing even more to chop him into eighteen pieces.
She would rather die in battle or commit suicide than beco a highlight in the ending of this story, ng Yu's highlight!
At this mont, a ssage from Bai Hu and the disciples of the Three Extres True Monarch appeared on her communications panel.
Those offline had thought of sothing.
"We've lost; we admit our mistake. Could you return our corpses to us?"
Suddenly, it dawned on her; so many had died, leaving their corpses lying there, and ng Yu had previously done so misdeeds, such as the Corpse Garden and so on.
Although the corpses of those at Foundation Establishnt Great Perfection weren't like those of the Golden Core, which died undecayed and fragrant all around, falling into ng Yu's hands, it suddenly made her uneasy.
"It's not possible, Sister. I've won, these trophies are all mine. If you feel it's not enough, you can invite more people to help, is that okay?"
After battling for two hours, four hours in total, ng Yu had finally recovered. His smile was as gentle as a spring breeze.
Indeed, it was just a virtual world online, just the mischief of naughty children. Grown-ups, what was there to worry about?
True Monarch Yu Xia shuddered.
"Sister, please, can you leave one intact corpse?"
ng Yu, who had died twenty-seven tis, wore an innocent smile like a child, yet he was persuading True Monarch Yu Xia to surrender...
The madness of the recent battle left corpses in various states of disfigurent, and ng Yu sincerely hoped to keep a few in better condition; he had uses for them below.
The next mont, he lunged at True Monarch Yu Xia, but this ti, he didn't unleash his sword with the sa crazed ferocity as before. Instead, he opted for a gentle and overwhelming approach, aiming to capture True Monarch Yu Xia alive!
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