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"Yes. The Great Ancestor is right." Miejue was as obedient as a little girl from decades ago.

Looking at the battlefield, Zhang Wuji was still howling with his head tilted back, seemingly gathering strength to unleash a powerful attack.

Lin Yaoxie stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhang Wuji calmly and unhurriedly, as if to say, "I'm waiting for you."

"Great Ancestor," Miejue couldn't help but ask, "You just clashed internal forces with Zhang Wuji, and you must have witnessed the abilities of Yu Lianzhou of Wudang. In your opinion, who is stronger now, Zhang Wuji or Yu Lianzhou?"

Fan Yao closed his eyes and thought seriously for a moment: "He is definitely stronger than Yu Lianzhou, but Zhang Wuji is still burning his life force to gain internal energy. Let me put it this way. If our master hadn't been here today, you and I, including my eleven brothers and the people on Bright Peak, could suppress him, but it would be impossible to capture Zhang Wuji alive."

"This—" Fan Yao's words were too abstract, and Miejue couldn't grasp them clearly in a short time.

"To put it simply," Fan Yao said, his persuasive manner reminiscent of when he teased the little girl Miejue more than forty years ago, "If we take Yu Lianzhou, whom you consider to have good martial arts skills, as a benchmark, then the current Zhang Wuji is at least ten times the weight of Yu Lianzhou combined."

"That's outrageous?" Extinction was so frightened that she almost dropped the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

"I'm not exaggerating at all; I'm being very cautious in saying this."

"this-"

Fan Yao turned his gaze to the battlefield: "If you don't believe me, just watch, the battle is about to begin. Tell your disciples to activate their protective techniques and be careful of the sandstorm. As for the little beauty who fainted, you personally protect her. Knowing my master as I do, this girl will become our master in the future."

Fan Yao's words were clear enough. Miejue quickly crouched down beside Zhou Zhiruo to protect her. She also told the Emei disciples behind her to immediately go into defensive stance.

The other major sects were startled when they saw the Emei Sect enter defensive mode. They were now like rabbits caught in a battle between tigers and wolves; no matter which side won or lost, they would all be in trouble.

So they followed suit and busily set up defenses everywhere.

As it turns out, being prepared was necessary. Because the most powerful clash on Bright Summit was about to begin.

"Lin Yaoxie, today is your death day!" Zhang Wuji's clothes were torn apart by his bulging muscles, and the veins on his face were bulging, making his original honest appearance completely unrecognizable.

Lin Yaoxie looked at the nine aura rings symbolizing the Nine Yang above Zhang Wuji's head. Each of the nine small things had turned into a large ball with a diameter of one meter, rotating counterclockwise above Zhang Wuji's head.

This gave Zhang Wuji a very sophisticated, eerie, and sacred feeling at that moment.

"That's about it. Although it hasn't reached the limit of the world's confinement, it has reached the limit of his physical body."

Lin Yaoxie strode steadily toward Zhang Wuji, who had nine suns above his head. At the same time, he arrogantly replied with three words: "I don't believe it."

"You don't believe me? Oh dear, you actually say you don't believe me?" Zhang Wuji should have been angry, but he laughed maniacally. Under the expansion of his enormous power, he could no longer perfectly control his body.

"Lin Yaoxie, don't you think I look more like the Demon Emperor than you do now?"

To be honest, Zhang Wuji, with his white hair fluttering like the suns on his head and no wind, was indeed more imposing than Lin Yaoxie, who strolled leisurely.

"Perhaps," Lin Yaoxie shrugged. "But the Demon Emperor never talks nonsense."

Chapter 177: The Opponent [Third Update]

"Yeah, yeah." Zhang Wuji chuckled wildly, his laughter full of infectious charm.

"Lin Yaoxie, today I will have everyone witness. Let's see if you are the Demon Emperor, or if I, Zhang Wuji, am the Demon Emperor."

"Come on, hurry up." Lin Yaoxie was already impatient.

"Good!" Zhang Wuji shouted, his naked body suddenly trembling.

A sudden gust of wind arose, and sand and stones flew everywhere on Bright Summit.

Many women from the six major sects wanted to take the opportunity to catch a glimpse of Zhang Wuji's body, which was like a work of art, but unfortunately the sandstorm was too strong, and they were not given such an opportunity at all.

Among the women, only Miejue possessed sufficient skill, and only she stared intently at Zhang Wuji's body from head to toe.

Her gaze lingered for a long time, especially on the swaying thing below her abdomen, before she lowered her head with a slightly flushed face.

Lin Yaoxie narrowed his eyes slightly. It wasn't because the sand and dust were squinting, but because Lin Yaoxie couldn't help but look at Zhang Wuji with newfound respect.

"People with protagonist auras are awesome." Lin Yaoxie was quite unconvinced: "He was just a stupid kid who, after obtaining a B-level Nine Yang Divine Skill and decades of true qi, actually transformed into this."

Amidst the swirling wind and white hair, Zhang Wuji's body slowly rose into the air. He didn't leap up using his lightness skill; he truly defied gravity and floated in mid-air.

In this world, originally only Lin Yaoxie could ride the wind, but now there is another Zhang Wuji who can ride the wind and stand suspended.

Lin Yaoxie understood that only super strong individuals who were about to break through the world's constraints could do this. Could it be that his provocation of Zhang Wuji had really made the latter reach the level of breaking through this world?

The nine cyclones, resembling the sun, surrounded Zhang Wuji, spinning so fast that even Lin Yaoxie was dazzled by them.

"Interesting." Lin Yaoxie conjured two flying swords in his palms.

For over a hundred years, Lin Yaoxie has never taken it seriously.

But now, Zhang Wuji is someone he can take seriously. The results of his more than ten years of nurturing are finally becoming apparent.

A true warrior who can defeat ten thousand men actually hopes to have an opponent to accompany him.

The higher one climbs, the lonelier and more isolated one becomes.

The two flying swords spun rapidly in Lin Yaoxie's palm, but unlike the solar cyclone, the flying swords spun clockwise, not counterclockwise.

Zhang Wuji clenched his fists, and the massive vortex began to stop spinning. A neat array of five energy energies, arranged vertically and horizontally, shone brightly behind him, making him appear like a deity.

Lin Yaoxie squinted, noticing the subtle changes in Zhang Wuji.

Tiny black dots and lines appeared on the naked body. The black marks were faint, but they were impossible to miss under Lin Yaoxie's gaze.

Moreover, whether it was dots or lines, the black area was spreading rapidly. It was a blacker than the night, a blackness that had only been seen by two people in this world before today, and one of them had been dead for over a hundred years.

The one who lived was Lin Yaoxie, and the one who died was Guo Jing. And these black marks were actually the spatial rifts that Lin Yaoxie had torn open with his flying sword.

More than a hundred years ago, Lin Yaoxie was only at the third level of Qi Refining, and could only use countless flying swords to create countless tiny spatial cracks as thin as a hair.

One hundred years later, Lin Yaoxie has reached the fourth level of Qi Refining. If it weren't for the scarcity of spiritual energy in this world, he should have broken through to an even higher level.

Even so, if Lin Yaoxie, who possesses the Longxiang Nine Yang Skill and the Qiankun Great Shift, wanted to tear through space again, his weapon would be much thicker than a hair, at least as thick as an adult's arm.

However, Lin Yaoxie did not try it, because he did not want to cause further spatial disorder and allow more strange things to appear in this world.

Because the time for him to leave the world of Yitian Tulong and return to the main world is getting closer and closer.

To his surprise, Zhang Wuji, even in his rage and freakish state, was able to shatter space, and moreover, by sacrificing his own body. Frankly speaking, even the powerful Lin Yaoxie, as strong as a god, couldn't have imagined such a sight.

"Boss Heilong, what's the black thing on Zhang Wuji's body?"

Wei Fuwang made no attempt to hide the look of surprise on his face.

Fan Yao, now we can call him Black Long. Black Long has the same squinted eyes as Lin Yaoxie, and their expressions are very similar.

"I don't know, I really don't know. It's just that the feeling of blackness terrifies me. Little Extinction—" Black Long turned to look at Abbess Extinction, but little did he know that Abbess Extinction was already trembling like a ball, holding Zhou Zhiruo in her arms.

Looking up at the others, they seemed even worse off than extinct.

Apart from Zen Master Kongxing, who was sitting cross-legged and trembling all over, everyone else collapsed on the ground and fainted.

The only people who could stand still were him and the actor who played Wei Bat King. Even their brothers, the Five Knights, the Five Banner Masters, were pale and swaying.

"Terrible, truly terrifying power." Black Long could only repeat these two words over and over again.

Lin Yaoxie became excited. In over a hundred years, apart from battling a group of women on the ancient tomb, he had never been this excited.

An opponent! I finally have an opponent after coming to this world, and it's right before I leave. This is just too exciting.

"Ha, Zhang Wuji, you really didn't disappoint me!"

The arrogant Lin Yaoxie broke with convention and made the first move.

He sent out swords with both hands, chanting: "All things exist in this world, and their original sin is evil. Therefore, Heaven sends down divine punishment to warn others."

The two flying swords transformed into two bolts of lightning, crashing down on Zhang Wuji.

One-third of Zhang Wuji's body turned black, a blacker than the night.

His body was no longer able to move, but his mind was incredibly restless, so restless that Zhang Wuji himself could no longer think clearly. It was a feeling that could only arise in a state of extreme excitement or extreme confusion.

“All things in the world have the right to live.” Zhang Wuji muttered to himself, and his tone was very similar to that of Lin Yaoxie: “Therefore, the heavens give birth to the sun, which nourishes life.”

After he finished speaking, the nine cyclones behind him truly transformed into the sun, its rays outshining even the real sun in the sky!

Chapter 178: Tears [Fourth Update]

Zhang Wuji chuckled, and two of the nine suns behind him flew away.

The two suns crashed violently into Lin Yaoxie's two heavenly punishment bolts, creating a deafening roar that seemed to shatter the heavens and earth, and the entire Bright Peak shook.

Except for the black-clad man impersonating Fan Yao, everyone else fell down. Some people tried to stand up, but coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Before Hei Long could react, the ground beneath his feet trembled again, and the palace on Bright Peak in the distance collapsed with a crash.

This was the result of Lin Yaoxie unleashing three more Heavenly Punishments, which collided violently with the three Black Suns that Zhang Wuji had also activated.

As Hei Long knelt on one knee, he thought to himself, "If the Ming Cult's main hall collapses, won't the Xuanming Elders inside be crushed to death? In that case, the Master will receive far fewer reward points."

Even in a situation where he could very well die, Hei Long was still thinking of Lin Yaoxie's interests. This demonstrated not only his loyalty but also his absolute trust in Lin Yaoxie.

In Hei Long's mind, Lin Yaoxie would never be in any danger. Even if Zhang Wuji was incredibly powerful, Lin Yaoxie, the Demon Emperor and Hei Long's master, would never suffer any mishap.

Every charismatic hero or villain commands absolute trust from their subordinates. This trust surpasses even their self-belief.

And often, this trust is effective as long as the hero has not yet met his end and the villain has not yet fallen.

Lin Yaoxie is someone who aspires to become, and is becoming, a super demon lord. In the process of infinite growth, he will certainly not perish.

After the two impacts of the Heavenly Punishment on Wuyang, Lin Yaoxie did not move an inch, still standing straight in the same spot, even though the ground beneath his feet was already in a mess.

At this moment, apart from the half-meter radius of the ground beneath Lin Yaoxie's feet, which remained intact, the ground between him and Zhang Wuji was completely cracked. Some of the cracks went all the way to the bottom, creating countless narrow abysses thousands of meters deep.

The ground was like Zhang Wuji's body, with cracks wider than the intact ground.

The physical sacrifice Zhang Wuji made was enormous from activating a total of five super black suns in two consecutive attempts.

Those dark spatial rifts had already swallowed three-quarters of his body. If she hadn't been watching closely, even if Zhou Zhiruo, who adored Zhang Wuji the most, had woken up now, she would have had a hard time recognizing him from his tattered face as her beloved Wuji brother, whom she had secretly loved for years.

Zhang Wuji could only look at Lin Yaoxie with half of his right eye. Or rather, at this moment, what was staring at Lin Yaoxie with half an eye was not Zhang Wuji's consciousness at all, but the will of the more than thirty generations of leaders of the Ming Cult, or the extraordinary person who created the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and perhaps the will of many unfortunate souls who died under Lin Yaoxie's schemes.

Compared to the disheveled Zhang Wuji, Lin Yaoxie remained calm and composed, even the excited smile from before was gone.

He felt lonely again, because in the two clashes just now, Lin Yaoxie had already realized that even if Zhang Wuji sacrificed himself to become incredibly powerful, he was still no match for him.

"Zhang Wuji, you've done your best. But I'm still not satisfied." Lin Yaoxie's voice was incredibly desolate: "I'm still not happy. Zhang Wuji, let's end this. The battle at Bright Peak has dragged on long enough, and I've had my fill of fun."

As Lin Yaoxie finished speaking, a single tear could be seen flowing from Zhang Wuji's eyes, which were now being rapidly swallowed by darkness and only less than a third of their area was visible.

Indeed, despite the frenzied environment and the greedy spatial rift, that tear was as clear as crystal.

"Tears?" Lin Yaoxie suddenly shouted, his voice booming like a long chant from the heavens.