Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

Wang Ming.......

Qinghe........

Royal power...

The three looked at the corpse, then at each other, and remained silent.

The protector that Wang Ming had always longed for had died.

The helpers that Wang Quan and his group had hoped for were also dead.

"Good riddance!" Qinghe clapped her hands in praise: "Now you have no help, and neither do we."

"We are evenly matched."

"Stop running away now, stay and fight to the death!"

Wang Ming shook his head: "Impossible!"

"How can this be fair?"

"How is it fair that the two of you are fighting against me?"

Qinghe raised an eyebrow, about to say something, but Wang Quan shook his head: "Xiaoming, you've lived for a long time, how can you still be so naive?"

"Fairness? When you held power and controlled the rules, why didn't you talk about fairness?"

"You've accumulated countless years of experience in this historical fragment; you can mobilize anyone within it to help you kill us!"

"You are the king of this world."

"And we are just a group of outsiders with no roots."

"You have an absolute advantage, which is unfair to us."

"We're not complaining, so why are you shouting and yelling?"

"We're the ones who are wronged!"

Wang Ming gritted his teeth: "No, I'm the one who's been wronged!"

"This fragment of history betrayed me; my anchor authority has been devoured by those dead ghosts."

"My helper is gone!"

"I haven't even grown up and developed yet, and you're already trying to kill me."

"This is not fair at all."

"You must wait until I reach the peak of the Golden Core stage before you can descend."

"At that time, I can wipe you all out with just a single divine power."

"What right do you have to cause me trouble now?"

"You shouldn't have done that."

Seeing Wang Ming's deranged state, Wang Quan sighed, flipped over and straddled Qing He's neck: "Chong, kill him!"

"Um!"

Qinghe opened her mouth and spat out several spells. One spell landed on her back and transformed into a pair of semi-transparent wings; another spell landed on her legs and transformed into two pairs of palm-sized wings; another spell transformed into ribbons that wrapped around her and Wang Quan; and a third spell transformed into a ring that landed on her head.

As the ring spun, weapons emerged from it. Wang Quan grabbed a weapon and charged at Wang Ming.

Wang Ming gritted his teeth and pointed at them, saying, "This is unfair!"

"If you ride Qinghe, who will I ride?"

Wang Quan sneered, flipped himself off, and let Qinghe ride on his neck. Then he brandished his weapon, making a whooshing sound, and said arrogantly, "Now that she's riding me, I'm weaker than you. Are you still going to complain?"

Seeing this, Wang Ming was at a loss as to how to use his extraordinary skills.

He opened his mouth, then a brilliant idea struck him, and he roared, "The fact that you were ridden by someone else proves that you're inferior to me!"

"Today I shall execute you!"

"kill!"

At this moment, he was no longer cowardly; on the contrary, he became exceptionally fierce and excited.

Wang Quan carried Qing He and charged forward without fear.

Ding ding ding!

The two fought fiercely.

Wang Quan ran around on Wang Ming's circle, unleashing a variety of deadly moves.

Qinghe launched a counterattack, also employing life cultivation techniques.

As soon as they started fighting, the two men left deep, bone-revealing wounds on Wang Ming's body.

Wang Ming screamed in terror and tried to escape again.

However, Wang Quan and Qing He gave him no chance at all.

Although Wang Ming's aura could make him immune to all magical attacks, the two of them used martial arts and life cultivation techniques to hold him back.

Moreover, although Wang Ming possessed the Yingxue (a martial arts theory), after witnessing the corpse of the strongest protector, he knew:

I'm doomed.

His Daoist heart had been broken before.

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, he was unable to remain calm.

Then... Winning ability was greatly reduced.

boom!

Wang Quan smashed his head with a stick.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Ming's mind returned to normal.

But by the time his head recovered, his limbs had already been smashed by Wang Quan and Qing He together.

He regained his limbs, and the two of them together blew his chest apart.

It recovered time and time again, only to be destroyed time and time again.

Wang Ming broke down.

What frustrated him even more was that Wang Quan and Qing He were working together more and more seamlessly.

The two of them used alchemical techniques to create a huge metal millstone and put him inside.

call!

Wang Quan blew a gust of wind, which entered a huge rock, and the rock turned into a donkey, which then pulled the millstone to turn.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The grinding disc rotates and squeezes.

Wang Ming's flesh and blood had just recovered when it was worn away.

He struggled, desperately urging his Ying Xue (a philosophy of governance) to act: "I am the anchor of history, I am unparalleled in the world."

"These current hardships are a good opportunity for me to cultivate myself!"

call out!

Qinghe landed on the millstone, grabbed his head, and slapped him hard across the face several times.

"Shut up!"

"You've fallen to this state, what right do you have to win?"

Wang Ming felt wronged and defended himself, saying, "This is a winning strategy I employed."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

"No means whatsoever are allowed!"

Qinghe slapped Wang Ming several more times, leaving him with a bruised and swollen face, sobbing uncontrollably.

He was heartbroken: "I just wanted to live. Why won't you let me win? Why won't you let me kill you all?"

Wang Quan remained silent, focusing solely on transforming more boulders into donkeys, which then pulled the millstone to turn.

Creak! Creak! Creak!

Blood and flesh flowed, Wang Ming wailed, yet he simply wouldn't die.

Wang Quan and Qing He tried everything they could to kill him, but they couldn't.

"This guy is strange. When I killed the first creature in the historical fragment, it was difficult, but I was still able to kill it."

"Why can't we kill this?"

"We're legendary figures, there's no reason we can't be killed."

Wang Ming sneered: "We are anchored to history; we are a part of history."

"I have the authority, so why are you killing me?"

Wang Quan shook his head: "Liu Yong also has power."

"Why was it still possible to kill them?"

Wang Ming was stunned: "Liu Yong? You killed him?"

Wang Quan nodded.

Wang Ming took a deep breath and sneered, "You spare my life, then stay in this world as a native being, and I'll tell you some secrets about historical anchors, how about it?"

Wang Quan slapped him across the face several times: "Just say it."

Wang Ming stubbornly replied, "The more you hit me, the less I'll say anything."

Wang Quan scoffed, pointing to the authority above his head, which was being devoured by endless resentment: "This authority is about to disappear completely."

"If you don't speak, once my power is gone, I have a thousand ways to torture you to death."

Wang Ming looked at the power that was about to vanish, opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally sighed and shut his mouth.

Wang Quan and Qing He exchanged a glance, not in a hurry, and then waited silently.

A cup of tea's time...

A quarter of an hour...

One hour...

Crack!

The last bit of authority has vanished.

The next instant, the black and white in the sky disappeared, and color returned.

The surviving wronged souls were stunned for a moment, then cheered.

They sang and danced in the air, holding hands, jumping and skipping, until they disappeared little by little.

"Behold, your authority has vanished!"

"The world hasn't collapsed!"

The king points to the sky and the sun, to the stars and the moon.

The sun, moon, and stars, which were originally dripping blood, are now gradually returning to normal.

Moreover, the stars and moon, which should have been in hiding, are now gradually fading away.

"You are the greatest evil in the world."

"Without you, the world will thrive."

Wang Ming remained silent.