I'm a magnetic field madman

"Ninety-Nine Heavens Power - Sea Tiger Explosive Fist!!"

"Ultimate Power Unity: Cosmic Explosion Fist!"

boom!

Meanwhile, as Bai Chou and Bai Wujie unleashed their strongest powers, the battle between Bai Qianjun and Bai Jingtian was also drawing to a close.

A thousand troops, possessing the power of 970,000 horses pushed to their limits, and his chief war god...

And the second male war god's astonishing 900,000 horses, which were forced out of 990,000 horses by relying on the "cheat code" of the great power.

In their battle, who will ultimately emerge victorious?

The result... was that both sides suffered heavy losses.

Or rather, the army had gained a slight advantage.

With a power of 980,000 horses, one would theoretically have almost no chance against 990,000 horses.

Not to mention that his opponent, a man of a thousand men, was a perfect warrior just like his father, his eldest uncle, the second son.

However, the biggest and only weakness of the 990,000-horsepower second male war god is that it only has 900,000 horses.

For Jingtian, who possessed a power of 900,000 horsepower, every moment of the existence of the Second Male War God was an immense burden!

Not to mention, aside from his own strength, Qianjun's overall realm and power flow far surpassed that of the prematurely deceased Jingtian.

With the cooperation of the first male war god, Qianjun used the Asura Path to continuously deflect the attacks of Jingtian and the second male, successfully delaying the attack until Jingtian's power flow dropped drastically.

As the traffic plummeted, the power of the second male war god also decreased simultaneously. By using this method, the army successfully delayed until the power of the second male war god was exhausted.

Now, Qianjun, already severely injured and with his heart almost beyond repair after being struck by the second son's Life-Severing Path, looked at Jingtian lying on the ground, battered and bruised with depleted strength.

He could still stand up, but Jingtian, whose strength had been completely drained, no longer had the power to fight.

But Qianjun wasn't in a hurry to claim his victory. He just looked at his older brother, who was lying on the ground panting, and said softly...

"Why... you had the chance to take my life in our final battle?"

"Because it's meaningless now..." Jing Tian sneered disdainfully, his eyes vacant.

"What good would it do me to die together with you? After fighting to this extent, what's the point of surviving? Forget it, I'm tired. Let me just continue sleeping."

The Heavenly Martial Killing Path that had entered his mind still "controlled" Jingtian's thoughts... But at the last moment, perhaps it was the sudden outburst of family affection, or perhaps it was his realization that selfishness could only bring a sense of not losing everything, that made Jingtian give up the opportunity to perish together with Qianjun.

He now awaits Qianjun to take his life. It's a fight to the death between them; only one can survive—Qianjun or Jingtian.

Qianjun remained silent, but walked step by step to Jingtian, looked at his elder brother, and silently reached out his hand to him.

Just when Jingtian was about to face the end of his life once again, Qianjun suddenly grabbed Jingtian's hand!

The magnetic field power was instantly injected into Jingtian's body, guiding his consciousness. Qianjun intended to use Jingtian's body to kill him!

Hellfire Soul-Destroying Sword!!

Jingtian's eyes widened in shock, because by the time he realized what was happening, the Soul-Destroying Sword that had transformed in his hand had already pierced Qianjun's heart!

What's going on? What exactly is Qianjun trying to do?!

"Big, Big Brother..." Qianjun grabbed Jingtian's arm, looking at his stunned face, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he smiled as he spoke...

"Consider it me repaying what you owed on behalf of our father, brother..."

Qianjun's arm slowly loosened, and the Hell Soul-Destroying Sword instantly annihilated Qianjun's heart and began to disintegrate his primordial spirit—life was about to be stripped away from this body, forever stripped away.

Why did Qianjun do this? Because he already knew that with his heart unable to recover, he had no chance against Bai Wujie... Therefore, he chose to hand over the chance of survival to his elder brother.

He was willing to trade his life for the freedom of his mind, for a chance to escape this place, to escape Bai Wujie's control.

After all, this is his father, and he owes Jingtian, brother... Just as the baby and I will live on in place of you who couldn't survive, please continue to live on in place of me.

"Live on, brother, live on..."

Qianjun's soul shattered into fragments, and he began to give everything he had to Bai Jingtian—he wanted his elder brother to live, for only in this way could he have hope, the hope of changing everything.

The idea was simple, but it truly gave Jingtian's mind a jolt... In that instant, his power increased dramatically, but what was the feeling that followed?

The Heavenly Martial Killing Path... The Heavenly Martial Killing Path that Bai Wujie left in Jing Tian's mind using the Hell Ascension Device has been dispelled...

The intense pain of killing his closest relative brought all his senses back to his heart.

It was icy cold; that was the icy sensation he felt at that moment. His body didn't hurt, but his heart ached terribly, far more intensely than when it was pierced through…

What exactly did he do? What exactly did he commit? Qianjun… did he really kill him? Did he really kill his own brother?

One's own flesh and blood? One's own...brother.

Wow!! A thousand troops!

Watching Qianjun gradually dissipate in his arms, Jingtian, tears streaming down his face, let out a painful scream. He channeled all his magnetic field power in an attempt to restore Qianjun—

However, he couldn't do it. Qianjun's heart had already disappeared, and his life and soul had begun to fade away as well.

His life ended at the hands of his closest relatives, and now he has killed his own family! Why?

His mind was freed, but all Jingtian felt was immense pain!

Is this how fate intends to toy with Bai Jingtian?

Is he a sea of ​​fire that should never have existed?

Nonsense—it can't be like that! I, Bai Jingtian, have never been able to control my own destiny in my entire life! But this time, I will take control of everything!

With a thunderous roar, he raised his hand high, the magnetic field power swirling wildly, and then suddenly stabbed it into his own heart!

"Big brother, no..."

Qianjun's eyes widened, his remaining consciousness pleading with Jingtian not to do this... but Jingtian interrupted Qianjun and unhesitatingly pulled out his own heart...

"Shut up! Qianjun, you don't owe me anything! I don't need you to repay me, absolutely not!!"

With a roar, he pulled out his heart, determined to exchange his own heart for the broken hearts of a thousand soldiers!

He gave his own life so that his younger brother could live on!

The moment he was separated from the heart, Jingtian suddenly felt an immense sense of relief.

In the end, he did manage to change his damned fate once again.

The moment he pressed his heart into Qianjun's body, Jingtian unleashed all his power, shattering himself in the process.

Let what should disappear disappear forever.

Brother, it's time for your elder brother to come and save you.

140. Brother, it's time for your elder brother to save you.

"Big brother, no! You can't do this!!"

As the earth-shattering heartbeat resonated within Qianjun's body, and as his strength returned, Qianjun roared anxiously and in agony...

He tried his best to repair Jingtian, but Jingtian, which had already turned into countless fragments and scattered, was beyond saving.

He gave his heart to Qianjun, and without hesitation shattered his own Jingtian, cutting off all of Qianjun's escape routes to save him...

"Big brother, why did you do this?!"

"Because you are my brother..."

Jingtian closed his eyes, and that familiar feeling of ease and loss gradually spread. His soul was detached from this gradually dissipating body, but death only brought Jingtian an incomparable sense of relief...

"Because you are stronger and more talented than me, you are the one who has the ability to defeat Bai Wujie and fulfill your wish..."

There were no more words to say. Today, he had already died as a "fragment of a strongman." But when these fragments fell on Qianjun, he could already sense the unspoken words of his elder brother.

Qianjun, my tragic life has come to an end. I cannot see my fathers reconcile, nor can I see a future where my brothers no longer fight each other...

Baby and you are my brothers, but I don't have your strength and talent. What I can do now is my "highest level"...

Whether or not I complete the Heavenly Martial Killing Path, my true nature may not be suited to be a strong person.

I can't do anything, because I, Bai Jingtian, am perhaps destined to fail.

But Qianjun, you are different. Even five thousand years from now, you will be a figure who resounds throughout the world and is a figure who will be remembered throughout history.

Compared to me, Qianjun, you are the one who should have survived...

Accept my heart, live on with it. Perhaps this is a heart with humble strength, but... this is the only gift your older brother can give you.

Qianjun was speechless. He looked at the fragments that were floating all over him, fragments of his brother, slowly dissipating into nothingness.

His heart was beating, beating vividly, just as it would have when his elder brother was still alive. But Qianjun knew that this was no heart with any insignificant power, absolutely not!

Jingtian left everything within this heart: his power, his morality, his ego, everything he had...

Waves of pain surged through Qianjun's body once again. He slowly rose up, and three bright red sea tiger battle patterns slowly appeared above his head.

Tears streamed down Qianjun's face, but the weeping was over. He wiped away all the tears, and with his aching heart, all his strength moved forward.

Yes, brother.

I will live on with your heart, I will live on with your wishes, and I will definitely...

Defeat our common enemy, Bai Wujie!!

The powerful magnetic field force was now manifesting itself in Bai Qianjun's body.

With absolute power, Bai Qianjun finally regained his absolute power.

With a heart of awe, the power of a thousand armies, displaying their battle patterns, has reached 999,999.

Ultimate power, perfect realm—Bai Qianjun has finally returned to the state he should have been in, or even stronger than before!

The elder brother's heart was beating inside him, and at this moment, what could Qianjun do, or what should he do?

Of course, it's war! Let's fight until the world turns upside down!

He conjured a jet-black coat and put it on again, but in an instant, Qianjun's footsteps arrived at another battlefield.

Only Fujimaru Ritsuka stands here.

Here, the corpses of countless demons have covered the entire lunar plain, and Fujimaru Ritsuka, who did all this, just stands there, motionless.

"Master..." Ritsuka smiled as she looked at the arriving Sengun and said softly...

"I believed you would succeed. Did I... do enough?"

“Very good, you did a very good job.”

Qianjun gently placed his hand on Ritsuka's shoulder, offering a heartfelt compliment to his casually accepted disciple...

Initially, Qianjun only took in this disciple, who might not even be considered a disciple at all, with a playful attitude. Even when he later seriously taught him, it was, in a sense, just treating him as another close friend.

In the end, it was all just a game.

The former commander has been away from the battlefield for far too long; he shouldn't have acted that way, that foolish, nonsensical behavior.

But by the time he fully realized it, it was too late. However, Ritsuka would never resent Sengun, for he had given Ritsuka a chance to control his own destiny.

This once weak mortal has now burned his life and soul, unleashing immense power together with the heroic spirits with whom he once formed bonds.

Perhaps he wasn't as strong as the other participants on this battlefield... but his burning will to fight with his soul and life was enough to move people.

Therefore, the army will remember him, and remember him forever.

But not as a substitute imitating his best friend, but as Fujimaru Ritsuka...

Remember him as a great man who protected his world and people at all costs.

"Thanks……"

Ritsuka smiled softly, her entire body turning into endless dust and dissipating into the pitch-black vacuum.

Qianjun remained silent, but he etched that name into his heart forever.

So……

Qianjun raised his head, looking at the lightning that streaked across the universe, feeling its immense power, and quietly awaited the final outcome.

Even the mighty warriors will fight this final battle!

The moment Bai Wujie used himself as a vessel to merge with the four fundamental forces, he inevitably experienced an unparalleled sense of pleasure.

I am the universe.

I am the Creator.