With this in mind, the Nether Patriarch imdiately put his plan to the test.
"Brat! Since you’re able to fight to this extent, I’ll give you a chance to save yourself!"
"Bow and kowtow to ! Worship as your master and patriarch! Join my Dark Nether Ancient Clan, and I’ll spare your life!" the Nether Patriarch declared self-righteously.
"Haaa? What are you blabbering on about? If you want to dream, at least go to sleep first!" Wei Chen shot back with his usual smugness before rushing forward once again, his Underworld Bone Claw brandished for battle.
This ti, however, the avatar did not appear. He could no longer maintain it.
"Insolent!"
The Nether Patriarch roared and t Wei Chen’s claw with his fists and palms.
Clank! Clank! Clank! Clank!
The two clashed once more.
This ti, it was a battle fought with pure skill and combat instinct, as neither of them possessed enough spiritual qi to fuel their more powerful techniques anymore.
Palm strikes and fist strikes t claw strikes. The sounds of impact rang out like tal colliding with blades. Flas and sparks erupted from both the friction and the clashing spiritual qi, flashing and exploding across the battlefield as the battle grew increasingly intense.
....
The exciting and intense battle was broadcast across the three provinces. As ti passed and the high-speed exchanges continued, people everywhere debated the Dao and analyzed the movents of the two fighters. Many gambling houses even began taking bets on who would erge victorious!
Strangely, however, none of the gambling houses within Thousand Treasure City opened betting pools for the fight. They knew the relationship between Mo Xingyao and Wei Chen. If they dared to use the life and death of their ruler’s fiancé as a source of gambling and entertainnt, they might receive a personal visit from the Black Blade Corps and an invitation to enjoy so cold tea at the Thousand Treasure Pavilion’s interrogation departnt.
At this ti, both Mo Xingyao and Dream Butterfly had nearly arrived at the border of the Vermilion Bird Province. They were traveling aboard one of the Thousand Treasure Pavilion’s fastest flying arks.
This type of flying ark had only a small crew compartnt with bunk beds and no kitchen. Small and fast, it was designed specifically for the Pavilion’s ssengers.
Neither Mo Xingyao nor Dream Butterfly had ti to enjoy the scenery or food as they normally would. Mo Xingyao had brought only a forbidden artifact with her, hoping it would prove useful, while Dream Butterfly spent every mont cultivating, hoping that even the slightest increase in her cultivation could help her husband.
On Xin Hao’s side, he was bogged down by restrictions and political obstacles. He could not mobilize the forces of his clan as he wished.
Thanks to Xin Ren’s intervention, Xin Hao could not even obtain approval to use a battleship. The only vessel available to him was his personal leisure flying ark.
Boom!
Inside his study, Xin Hao slamd his palm into his desk in anger, causing it to explode into splintered wood and shattered pieces that scattered across the room.
"That damn Xin Ren! This is too much! I want to go help my good brother, yet that damn son of a whore dares to muddy the waters!?" Xin Hao roared in fury.
Butler Ma could only let out a sigh.
His young master was highly capable when it ca to administration, but he was too blunt and disliked playing political gas or exchanging empty pleasantries. That tendency had caused many problems over the years.
Many elders within the clan disliked his young master and seed to support Xin Ren instead.
Of course, part of the reason was that Xin Ren appeared willing to turn a blind eye whenever those elders siphoned clan funds for themselves, while Xin Hao would punish them severely.
As a result, his young master had accumulated a great many political enemies.
Xin Hao watched the broadcast with a troubled heart. Of course, he had personal motives for wanting to go there, but that did not an he wasn’t genuinely worried about his good brother’s safety.
....
At the Erald River.
Fatigue had begun to take its toll on both sides. Their movents beca sloppier and slower, while their reflexes needed more ti to react to changes in movent and the shifting battlefield.
There were many instances where both Wei Chen and the Nether Patriarch missed opportunities or found themselves in difficult situations due to mistakes caused by their own exhaustion.
Their breathing grew ragged, and neither could hide their weakness anymore. Both sides appeared equally fatigued.
But to the Nether Patriarch, this was nothing short of a disgrace!
He had fought this youngling for three days and three nights. He could not launch a decisive attack because this brat never gave him the opportunity to use a move powerful enough to finish the fight, while this brat likewise could not break through the defenses of his Demonic Buddha Avatar.
And now, in terms of skill and technique, this brat seed to be his equal!
He glanced at the other two patriarchs who were watching the battle. He could clearly see the mocking looks in their eyes.
If this duel had taken place without any witnesses, he would have already ordered his subordinates to charge this brat while he used the opportunity to recover!
But that was not the case.
He had no choice but to fight this brat fairly!
And judging by the signals in the eyes of those two patriarchs, the situation was not looking good for him. If he could not finish off this brat soon and do so with his own strength, his prestige would suffer greatly, and those two would start thinking that his Dark Nether Ancient Clan was easy to bully!
Clank! Bam!
Wei Chen’s claw strike was slightly too weak and was deflected by the Nether Patriarch’s fist.
Wei Chen gritted his teeth. His wrist had gone numb, and his arm could not return to a defensive position in ti.
This is it!
An opening!
The Nether Patriarch spotted the wide opening and the exhaustion written all over this damned brat’s face. His focus imdiately locked onto the exposed area around Wei Chen’s dantian.
"Hmph! You asked for this yourself! Let’s see if your precious Underworld Palace will still accept you after you’ve beco a cripple!"
The Nether Patriarch roared as a malicious smile spread across his face. His palm strike shot forward and struck Wei Chen’s dantian squarely.
Boooom!
Suddenly, the broadcast cut off!
...
"No! Husband!"
"No! Lord Husband!"
Inside the high-speed flying ark, both Mo Xingyao and Dream Butterfly were alard. They were only a few minutes away from the area!
Xin Hao was also startled. He gritted his teeth and turned toward Butler Ma.
"Butler Ma! Take all of the tonics, elixirs, and miracle dicines from my personal vault! And prepare a high-speed flying ark! We’re going to the Erald River right now!"
"Yes, Young Master!"
Butler Ma bowed and imdiately rushed toward Xin Hao’s personal vault.
...
On the battlefield, blood poured from Wei Chen’s mouth. His head hung low, and his hair draped over his face as though he were a puppet whose strings had been cut.
"Hahahahaha! Bear witness! This is what happens to those who dare oppose !" the Nether Patriarch laughed loudly, his hand still embedded in Wei Chen’s dantian.
"Your precious young master is now a cripple. He’ll... Huh!?"
He paused as he tried to pull his hand back.
Then...
"What!?"
An overwhelming suction force began draining all of his remaining spiritual qi. It was like a great dam whose floodgates had been thrown wide open. Spiritual qi poured uncontrollably from his ridians, while the qi within his dantian slipped entirely beyond his control.
His ridians felt frozen as the mysterious pulling force overwheld everything.
"What... what’s happening? Why can’t I!?"
Other than his mouth, he could not move an inch.
The spiritual qi within his dantian rapidly dwindled. Soon, it began affecting his cultivation base itself as the pulling force started eroding the very foundation of his cultivation.
At this rate, his cultivation would...
"You two! Help! Pull out of here!" he imdiately shouted toward the other two patriarchs.
"What? Our esteed Big Brother Patriarch can’t even pull his hand out of a brat’s dantian?" one patriarch said mockingly. "Perhaps you’ve struck so kind of armor. I rember there are artifacts that drain spiritual qi from attackers to repair damage to their wearers. But to think you can’t even pull your hand free... what a disappointnt."
"That’s right. And he dares call himself Big Brother, hah!" the other patriarch chid in.
The two seed in no hurry, deliberately dragging their feet.
This was a perfect opportunity to kick the arrogant Nether Patriarch while he was down.
"What do you want!? Tell !" the Nether Patriarch demanded through gritted teeth, already preparing to be extorted.
The two patriarchs exchanged glances and began whispering among themselves about what price to demand, all while intentionally wasting more ti.
"Hurry! If I survive this, I’ll make sure to drag both of you down with !"
Hearing the ultimatum, the two patriarchs no longer dared to delay.
There was a saying: a starving cal is still larger than a horse.
They did not dare push the Dark Nether Ancient Clan too far.
"We want half of your spirit stone mine," one of the patriarchs stated.
"Fine! I swear upon my na that I’ll give it to you! Now help !"
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