With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

As Ye Yaocheng drew closer, the tyrant of evil thoughts burst into laughter.

Black mist churned, and the dark purple patterns shone brightly.

"Yes, that's it. Come closer, even closer."

Looking into Ye Yaocheng's empty eyes and at that young yet resolute face, he felt a surge of pleasure.

"What light of faith, what heart of justice?"

"In the face of absolute power and temptation, everything else is utter nonsense!"

"The most ironic thing in this world is that the boy who slays the dragon eventually becomes the dragon himself!"

The evil tyrant stretched out his right hand, the hand shrouded in black mist, and slowly reached towards Ye Yaocheng.

"Lu Zu, you see, there is no such thing as ultimate justice in this world. If I hadn't been born so recently, how could I have been suppressed by you?"

"Come, join the glorious evolution, my loyal servant."

Just as her fingertips were about to touch Ye Yaocheng's palm, a sudden change occurred!

Ye Yaocheng's empty eyes suddenly regained their clarity!

"Now!!!"

With a roar, his entire body suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light!

This is all the power he has gathered in this short period of time. It contains the life force he had previously absorbed, his own true energy, and his burning true essence.

His right fist was clenched tightly, and all his strength was compressed into a single point at that moment!

boom!!!

A punch was thrown, aimed straight for the chest of the evil tyrant!

This scene happened so fast that the evil tyrant didn't even have time to react and stood there stunned.

He is a master at manipulating emotions and a master at controlling people's hearts.

Over the past thousand years, he has seen far too many people collapse, succumb, and fall into depravity in the face of temptation.

But this was the first time he had ever encountered someone like Ye Yaocheng, whose eyes were vacant and seemed to be completely controlled one second, and who suddenly launched a full-force attack the next.

"Interesting. Looks like I was too gentle. I'll have to give you a bigger amount next time."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ye Yaocheng's fist slammed into his chest.

"Bang!!!"

With a muffled thud, the terrifying impact lingered for a long time amidst the ruins.

But this wasn't the sound of a fist hitting flesh; it was the sound of hitting an invisible wall.

Ye Yaocheng's fist stopped abruptly three inches from the black mist, unable to advance any further.

The golden light compressed to its limit on the fist flashed wildly, trying to break through the barrier, but it was like hitting an impenetrable wall, not even causing a ripple.

"this one?"

The tyrant of evil looked down at the fist in his chest, his tone full of disappointment.

Then the black mist surged, and his body trembled slightly.

"boom!"

A terrifying recoil force erupted from the black mist.

Ye Yaocheng was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string!

"younger brother!"

Wang Shiyu screamed and rushed over.

Ye Yaocheng crashed heavily into the pile of rubble, sending debris flying everywhere. He struggled to get up, but a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Little brother, are you alright? Don't scare your sister!"

Wang Shiyu supported him, her delicate hands trembling uncontrollably.

She looked down and saw Ye Yaocheng's right arm hanging limply, the bone clearly broken.

His chest was sunken, several ribs were broken, and blood was flowing from his seven orifices.

This was the first time she had seen Ye Yaocheng so badly injured.

In the past, no matter what opponent he faced, he was always unstoppable, and his face always exuded confidence.

"I'm fine, just a minor injury, I won't die."

Ye Yaocheng gritted his teeth, tried to stand up by supporting himself with his left hand, but failed and spat out another mouthful of blood.

His eyes were filled with shock and helplessness. He thought that he had managed to deceive the other party and at the very least hurt them, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even touch a hair on their head.

"Kid, I think you've got something wrong?"

The voice of the tyrannical evil spirit came.

He stood still, not moving an inch, and casually patted his chest as if brushing off dust. The black mist remained there, without even a ripple.

His scarlet vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

"Of the nine soul-binding chains that bound me, only the last one remains."

"Do you really think that if I truly wanted to escape, I would care about this broken chain?"

Ye Yaocheng, panting heavily, looked up at him.

His gaze remained resolute.

"I received instruction from three masters from a young age, and my heart is steadfast, cough cough!"

With each word he uttered, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"They taught me... what the Way is, what righteousness is, and what the bottom line is."

Even if it means dying in battle...

He took a deep breath, and with all his might, uttered the last four words: "I! Will! Not! Submit!"

The tyrant of evil thoughts fell silent, and the black mist rippled slowly, like the calm before a storm.

After a long while, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Interesting. These noble words almost made me want to vomit from being moved."

"Then I really wish to meet your three masters."

"Look at what kind of person could raise such a stupid yet funny little guy like you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere within the black mist suddenly changed.

The playful expression from before vanished completely, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

The tyrannical evil slowly raised his right hand.

In his palm, a dark purple demonic energy began to gather, rotating and compressing to form a continuously collapsing sphere of light.

The space around the sphere of light was distorting, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

"Boy, I'll ask you one last time, you really... won't submit?"

"You really... don't want to repair your origin?"

His gaze pierced through Ye Yaocheng's body, reaching deep into his dantian.

"Don't think I can't see it. That crack in your dantian should have taken your life long ago."

"If it weren't for the three ridiculously powerful auras protecting you, you definitely wouldn't be alive today."

Ye Yaocheng was shocked. How could he have known?!

Moreover, knowing so clearly that even he himself was unaware that he possessed three protective true essences within his body, it's not hard to guess that these must have been left behind by his three masters.

"It seems you're surprised too."

The tyrannical evil-minded man sneered.

"But I don't have the patience to play with you anymore."

"Last chance: surrender, or die."

Ye Yaocheng stared at the increasingly terrifying ball of demonic energy.

He knew that with this attack, he and Wang Shiyu would be completely annihilated, leaving not even a trace.

He turned to look at Wang Shiyu, his eyes filled with guilt, his voice hoarse and heavy with the smell of blood.

"I'm sorry, Sister Shiyu, it's my fault."

"In the next life, I'm willing to follow behind you forever, to be that bratty little brother who never grows up."

A gentle smile slowly appeared on Wang Shiyu's face, tears still clinging to her cheeks, giving her a poignant yet resolute beauty.

She reached out and gently wiped the blood from Ye Yaocheng's mouth. Then, she opened her arms and hugged Ye Yaocheng tightly.

She buried her face in his blood-stained chest.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"No matter what you do, your sister will always support you."

Amidst the ruins, the two embraced.

Ahead lies a world-destroying demonic aura poised to erupt.

Behind him lay Huijiang, unconscious.

At this moment, the two embraced each other in their desperate situation, like a tragic love story in the apocalypse, nothing could separate them.

As the evil tyrant watched this scene, the sphere of demonic energy in his palm suddenly paused for a moment.

The crimson vertical pupils within the black mist flickered violently.

"Damn it, absolutely damn it."

For the first time, a sense of disgust and aversion appeared in his voice.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't murderous intent, it was pure physical disgust.

"Even at a time like this, I can still smell this nauseating sour stench."

That kind of pure, sincere, and unadulterated emotion.

That kind of resolute willingness to give everything for the other person, even to face death together.

This emotion is one of the things he hates most.

Because there is no evil thought in it, not even a trace of it.

The tyrant of evil stared at the two embracing figures for a long time. Then, as if he had thought of something, a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

It's the feeling of discovering someone else's new toy that you don't have, the feeling of wanting to destroy it.

The demonic energy sphere in his palm slowly dissipated, and the black mist returned to calm.

"Fine, killing you all directly would be too easy for you."

Within the scarlet vertical pupils, dark purple flames danced wildly.

"I've come up with an even more fun idea."