"Unyielding?" The Nether Ancestor was not annoyed but showed a playful look in his indifferent eyes, "Quite interesting."
"In our hands, death won’t co so easily for you."
"Co now, tell us the origins of this World Tree."
While speaking, the You Ming Ancestor glanced at the World Tree, a rare flicker of ardent light crossing his eyes.
This was the legendary treasure.
He had not expected that he would actually have the opportunity to see it.
If he could obtain it, the bottleneck that had plagued him for countless millennia might truly be broken.
Progressing to the realm of those ancient gods.
The other five Ancestral-level Powerhouses also focused their gazes on Luo Yu at this mont.
Luo Yu t their gazes and said sarcastically:
"Do you really think I would tell you?"
"If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. We can search on our own," said the Nether Ancestor with a cold laugh.
Luo Yu’s eyes turned cold, and he clenched his fists tightly.
"Given ti, I will surely kill all you old dogs."
"After the little dog cos the old dog, how amusing. This must be the third wave, right?"
The You Ming Ancestor said coldly: "In the universe, it’s the survival of the fittest. Only the strong survive. It’s quite normal."
"If you can’t even see that, then you are a bit too naive."
"How does it matter if you yourself are strong? In the end, it’s hard to make it alone."
"When the sky falls, there are tall ones to hold it up. Others have their ancestors to protect them, but you don’t, so if you die, you deserve it."
Another Ancestral-level Powerhouse stepped forward, speaking indifferently.
"Is it bleak?"
"But that’s reality. Resign yourself, boy."
"With the six great Progenitors here, no one can save you."
The six terrifying Progenitors lood in the sky, emanating a world-shaking, terrifying pressure.
Luo Yu nodded.
He turned his gaze toward the many beauties and mbers of the Yan Huang Alliance.
He asked softly:
"Are you—"
"Scared?"
Gu Yuena smiled sweetly, "Scared, but only of losing you. If we go together, then there’s nothing to fear."
"I feel the sa way," Bi Bidong laughed.
Qian Renxue nodded: " too."
"We all do," Xiaowu and the other girls chorused in response.
Qian Daoliu and the other n clenched their fists and thumped their left chests, their eyes resolute, showing no cowardice.
"Though we may die, we have no regrets."
"Good, hahaha."
Luo Yu laughed heartily, maintaining his composure, his long hair billowing in the wind.
He looked up at the sky with firm resolve:
"A commander can be captured by an army."
"But wisdom cannot be seized from an individual."
"I and my companions will fight to the death!"
"Clang!"
Luo Yu donned the tattered Dragon King’s Armor and unleashed the Four Slay-Immortal Swords, which rged into a four-colored Immortal Sword.
Murderous aura filled the heavens, and an ominous might perated the air.
The Donghuang Bell floated out, hanging above Luo Yu’s head, sheltering his body as it spun.
The World Tree also offered its power, replenishing Luo Yu.
But it itself clearly lost its luster, appearing as though it would wither away.
"Hm?"
"You dare draw your sword against us?"
"Interesting, quite interesting."
The six Progenitors showed amused expressions, their eyes filled with disdain.
"Kill!"
Luo Yu shouted coldly, brandishing the Godly Sword, charging toward the sky, brave and unflinching.
Watching the man’s retreating figure, the beings of Soul Land were deeply moved; until the last mont, their protector had not chosen to give up.
They would rather fight to the death than kneel for survival.
Unseen, this act infected the nurous youth and adolescents. So wise individuals sighed that if Soul Land were not destroyed this ti, the younger generation would surely beco exceptional, greatly influenced by Luo Yu’s spirit. The youth had a true belief.
Bi Bidong’s face was a mix of confusion and realization.
He recalled a phrase the man once said.
Bullying the weak is no skill at all, but daring to draw your sword against a stronger opponent—that is the mark of a true warrior and greatness.
Inside, the Life God King had only four words.
A true man.
Charm Emperor clenched her palms, biting her red lips.
If I cannot et Luo Yu in this life, even living would be in vain.
"Ridiculous."
"Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating one’s own abilities."
"Your courage is admirable, but it really isn’t of any use."
The Nether Ancestor slowly shook his head.
They were leagues apart in strength, and Luo Yu was heavily wounded at the mont. How could he possibly stand as a match for them?
With a wave of his hand, a river of deathly energy unfurled from the void, like the Milky Way inverted, carrying infinite might.
It slamd brutally into Luo Yu’s body.
"Hiss!"
Luo Yu spat out blood violently, staining his clothes crimson, yet he still clenched his teeth, his eyes flickering with stubborn and resolute Athyst Gold light.
Even in death, he would tear a piece of flesh from his adversary.
Yan Huang spirit, Yan Huang pride.
Not a single inch of our territory shall be conceded.
Those who invade our lands will be pursued and exterminated, no matter how far they are.
He exerted all his power to stimulate the Slay-Immortal Sword, which seed to sense its master’s will. The tip of the sword spat out sword beams and forcefully cut through the river of deathly energy, flowing upstream against the current, and ultimately piercing out of the deathly river to stab at the Nether Ancestor’s brow.
"Hmm?"
The Nether Ancestor couldn’t help but express his surprise, and the other five Progenitors were sowhat astonished as well.
"I misjudged you. Seems you are quite resilient, managing to block it."
"But... that’s all there is to it."
anwhile, the Nether Ancestor’s fingertips turned jet black as ink, and with a clink, he caught the tip of the Slay-Immortal Sword with the force of his two fingers.
Then, holding the tip of the sword, he flicked it to send Luo Yu flying, but how could he allow him to succeed? Luo Yu bit down hard on his teeth.
He activated the Donghuang Bell, radiating a bright white light, as the laws of ti began to surge.
"Boom—"
A dazzling sword light suddenly ca from the side, striking the Donghuang Bell and scattering the charged luster on its surface.
With a clang, it was sent flying away.
"Despicable!"
"Shaless!!"
Voices filled with curses erupted from Soul Land.
It was already shaless for a Progenitor to beat the badly wounded Luo Yu, and yet another Progenitor ambushed him.
Luo Yu wasn’t angry, but felt a chill on his back.
An enemy with a face to lose isn’t scary; what’s terrifying is an enemy without sha.
These Progenitor-level powerhouses, they really are utterly ruthless.
This was the first ti in his life he felt so close to death, and now, he truly had no aces left.
"Boom!"
With a cold laugh, the Nether Ancestor directly snatched away the Slay-Immortal Sword, and the Donghuang Bell, after being struck away, fell into the hands of another sword-wielding Progenitor.
Before Luo Yu could adjust his posture, a Progenitor enveloped by imperial aura flew over, grabbed his neck, and captured him into the high skies.
All beings in Soul Land trembled in their hearts.
Because with Luo Yu’s capture, everything was essentially over; Soul Land was dood and had no future.
"Boring."
The Imperial Path Ancestor held Luo Yu by the neck, shaking his head with lack of interest.
You Ming Ancestor toyed with the Slay-Immortal Sword, raising an eyebrow and said:
"This lad is still too green to play with us. It would be more fitting to call his ancestor."
The old man holding the Donghuang Bell mocked with a laugh.
"Nether Old Ghost, stop joking around."
"This kid’s ancestors have long since returned to dust, dead beyond dead."
"They wouldn’t be fit to even carry our shoes."
"They’d probably die of fright if they saw us," the Imperial Path Ancestor couldn’t help but laugh.
At that mont, a hard and slow voice sounded.
"Old dogs, my ancestors, are not to be defad by you."
Luo Yu’s face was sared with blood, yet he still spoke defiantly, a true undying soul, an unyielding will.
"What can you do about it by talking? If you can, let them co find us," said the Nether Ancestor, in high spirits, seeing the World Tree beckoning him, a sign that his breakthrough was in sight.
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