It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Chapter 757 Testament

P.S.: There is no chapter 777; I made a mistake in the chapter title.

The Thunder King's voice came through the loudspeaker. Everyone present was a master with keen senses and immediately stopped talking and moved closer to the helicopter.

Hu Yan, who was wailing loudly, was momentarily stunned. He scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state and rushed towards this side.

When it comes to the Emperor's safety, it's a matter of utmost importance, and he can suppress any emotion.

Li Xianyu opened the hatch, sat in the driver's seat, and responded to the Thunder King: "Listening!"

Eyes were fixed on the radio loudspeaker, and everyone's face was unusually serious.

The outcome of the East China Sea match, to a certain extent, represents the overall trend of victory or defeat.

If the Phoenix can defeat Dorgon, this catastrophe will end prematurely, leaving only that brat Baker Richardson, whom we can fight however we want.

He had to stand at attention.

Conversely, things would be much more serious. Dorgon devoured the Black Dragon and returned to the pinnacle of the Ultimate Path, while Baker Richardson devoured the remains of the Broken Army and also reached the pinnacle of the Ultimate Path.

And then there's the Kusanagi sword, which kills anyone it strikes.

The situation would be very unfavorable for Baoze.

Hu Yan heard the sound of his own heartbeat, like a drum, one beat after another, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

Upon receiving Li Xianyu's response, the Thunder King let out a long sigh: "The Lord of the Pantheon has been defeated."

boom!

The thunderclap exploded in his ears; the words of the Thunder King were no different from being struck by five thunderbolts.

An eerie silence fell over the surroundings.

The atmosphere was heavy with despair, but no one spoke. The blow was so great that no one dared to break the silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Hu Yan lost his footing and stumbled to the ground, his face deathly pale, even his lips drained of color: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty has lost."

Everything was over. The protectors of the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance were all killed or wounded, and the emperor also perished. The Ten Thousand Demons Alliance came to an end.

He became a lone hero once again.

All previous efforts and expectations have vanished in vain.

At that moment, Hu Yan felt as if the whole world had abandoned him, and he even had the thought of following them.

Li Xianyu sat there blankly, her lips trembling slightly.

When the Thunder King heard that the person on the other end had suddenly fallen silent, he could understand how Li Xianyu and the others felt, because he had felt the same way when he learned of the incident.

"The observers witnessed Dorgon's appearance drastically change, resembling a dragon-man. I speculate that he has devoured the black dragon and returned to the pinnacle of the ultimate path."

"And when he left the sea, he was holding a fiery red egg in his hand..." Thunder King said in a tone that was half-confirming and half-reporting: "You said that in the core palace of the Pantheon, there is an eggshell, left behind by the phoenix after its rebirth."

Clearly, the eggshell in Dorgon's hand was the remains of a phoenix.

"Dorgon did not kill all the observers; he then fled to the high seas on the American warship."

"Can the location of the American warships be locked?"

"Can."

Li Peiyun said fiercely, "Use a nuclear bomb to kill him."

"It's too late. Let's not even consider the reactions in international waters and the United States. This isn't something you can just use on a whim; there are procedures to follow." No one was willing to answer Li Peiyun's impetuous words. The Thunder King sighed, "By then, Dorgon will be long gone."

Besides, that's the sea. Could a nuclear bomb really kill Dorgon, at the pinnacle of his martial arts prowess, in the sea?

Can you hit it?

No one can guarantee anything, especially after understanding the power of the peak of the Extreme Path, so there's no need to consider Dorgon's suggestion.

"The Emperor will not die," Hu Yan said at this moment. He suppressed his surging emotions with great willpower, and his eyes regained their wise calm: "Dorgon has not mastered the Sword of Qi, so he cannot kill the Emperor."

The Kusanagi Sword's poison is potent and poses a deadly threat to the Overlord, but at most, it can only revert to its original form (remains).

Otherwise, Poison Tail would have wiped out all eight Overlords back in ancient times.

"But he can steal power," Dan Chenzi glanced at Li Xianyu, hesitated slightly, and then chose to continue, "As long as he steals power and takes over, the original ruler is essentially dead."

What is immortal is the legacy, the authority, not a particular will.

For Li Xianyu, even if the Phoenix's authority still exists, what difference is there between it and death if that will perishes?

Hu Yan shook his head, his eyes burning: "Dorgon will not hand over the power of the emperor to others, absolutely not."

"The reason is simple: given his current form and the Kusanagi Sword, Baker Richardson's advancement is practically a guaranteed win."

"How could he possibly hand over the Emperor's remains so easily, only to create more trouble?"

"Instead, they will be used as a backup plan and left behind."

At this point, Hu Yan sighed, "But we may never see her again."

After the Sovereign sheds its remains, it will take endless years to fully recover and return to the pinnacle of power.

Even if an emperor were to be reborn one day, it would be a world transformed.

Times have changed.

"How about the three no's?" Qin Ze asked.

"...She," the Thunder King took a deep breath, his voice growing increasingly low, "sacrificed herself."

The great-grandmother subconsciously looked at her great-grandson, but what she saw was a sculpture, not a real person.

It has lost its soul.

Her heart clenched; she felt sorry for him.

"Amitabha Buddha," Jie Se chanted the Buddha's name softly.

The Taoist priests and monks around them bowed their heads at the same time, chanting "Amitabha" and "Infinite Heavenly Venerable".

Dan Chenzi wanted to comfort Li Xianyu, but remembering Li Peiyun's experience, he stopped talking and remained silent.

True sorrow cannot be comforted.

"What should we do now? What can we use to fight Dorgon?" Li Peiyun muttered.

The great-grandmother glanced at the sorcerer and nodded slightly. He had asked what she wanted to ask, and the great-grandmother was very satisfied. Now she only needed to listen.

Constantly asking "What should I do?" and "Why?" damages her image as an unparalleled warrior.

No one could answer Li Peiyun. With the battle situation so unfavorable, seemingly at its end, how could she possibly come up with a way to break the deadlock?

If this were a war between nations, the ruling party should be considering surrendering and seeking peace by now.

"There's another way!"

Li Xianyu, who had been sitting blankly, suddenly spoke. He was standing through the glass, and his eyes revealed an indescribable complexity.

A person's eyes can be so complex, allowing everyone to see sadness, anger, desolation, pain, and many other emotions in an instant.

His face was numb, like that of a doll.

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, Li Xianyu offered no explanation. White light surged from his palm, and his qi weapon condensed into a twenty-centimeter-long dagger, which he thrust towards his temple.

Click!

At the critical moment, the cabin window shattered, and two slender arms reached in at the same time, while two soft, white hands grasped Li Xianyu's wrists and forearms.

It was Cuihua and her great-grandmother.

The cat's reaction speed allowed her to move at a pace comparable to her great-grandmother. However, her strength was far inferior. If her great-grandmother had chosen to stand by and agree to the restart, Li Xianyu's sword would still have pierced her skull.

Li Xianyu turned her head inch by inch, looking at the two of them blankly: "Why?"

Cuihua and her great-grandmother exchanged a glance and said at the same time, "A conditioned reflex."

It's a true conditioned reflex.

No reason can stop you from intervening when you see the person you care about most attempting suicide.

The key figures present immediately understood, while the elders of the Abstinence from Sex and the Taoist and Buddhist sects exchanged bewildered glances.

If I'm not mistaken, Li Xianyu was about to commit suicide just now?

Did he break down mentally because he couldn't handle the blow?

Since this child entered the realm of bloodline, although he has experienced many twists and turns and hardships, he has only been in this world for a mere eight months. His mental cultivation is still insufficient.

It can withstand a certain amount of wind and waves, but it is difficult to withstand a real storm.

"You can't go back in time." The handsome, squinty-eyed man stared intently at Li Xianyu with a serious expression.

"I just remembered something," he continued before Li Xianyu could ask, "Before entering the Pantheon, the Emperor gave me a letter. I stayed outside to oversee the Myriad Demon Alliance, not only because I lacked the strength, but also to protect this letter and find an opportunity to deliver it to you... I'd rather not have that opportunity."

letter?

Li Xianyu was taken aback.

"She said that if she were to perish in the Pantheon, but we were victorious, she would allow me to deliver the letter to you. If Po Jun and the others were victorious, then there was no need to deliver it to you."

"Once I learned you had left the Pantheon safely, I forgot about it, but who knew..."

As he spoke, Hu Yan took out his wallet, pulled out a letter, and handed it to Li Xianyu.

Li Xianyu did not open the envelope immediately, but instead rubbed his fingertips on it, his brows furrowed.

This letter can be seen as Bingzhazi's prepared will. Leaving a will is normal practice when going to the battlefield.

However, Bingzhazi was the one who least needed to leave a will. Who could kill her?

She was the strongest and possessed the characteristic of immortality, yet she was the one who left a will beforehand, which is illogical.

Could it be that Bingzhazi knew he was going to perish...? Li Xianyu's pupils contracted, an incredulous guess surging within him.

"Go ahead and watch," Grandma urged.

Everyone stared at him, eager to know the contents of the letter, including Hu Yan.

He always carried this letter with him, never opening it. He himself was extremely curious about it, wanting to know what the Emperor had left for Li Xianyu, perhaps a backup plan.

It could be the key to turning things around, the last hope, or maybe it will be.

It wasn't just him; everyone else thought the same way.

The letter, which had seemed so light, suddenly felt heavy, so heavy that Li Xianyu hesitated to open it.

If that's the case, then the contents of this letter might be the whole truth.

This was Bingzhazi's final statement.

From that moment on, the two would be separated by an eternity.

(End of this chapter)