Chapter 324: Saint Yunzi, Dead!

Chapter 324: Shen YuZi, perish!

Without end, Xu Qing's eyes were red, a madness of slaughter surging as he instantly caught up.

Meanwhile, the sky roared, Qi Ye's face was dark, his eyes brimming with murderous intent, just like Xu Qing, he too needed to vent his inner guilt.

In recent times, his guilt ran deep—he had failed to account for every detail, leading to this unforeseen catastrophe.

He believed his strength was insufficient, incapable of preventing such tragedies.

His power was lacking, unable to reverse the tide once it had turned.

He could not bear it, nor would he allow such scenes to repeat, especially not to those he held dear.

Thus, his assault carried the weight of inner fury, a catharsis of resentment, unleashed without restraint, for no technique could suffice to unleash his turmoil.

He sought to crush all before him with fists alone.

As his strikes erupted, the heavens and earth trembled, space itself fractured; each punch bore the force of a primordial explosion, seeking to subdue the ages.

The massive stone giant, overwhelmed by the chaos, stumbled backward, letting out a piercing howl, his eyes awash with terror, awestruck by the might of Qi Ye’s power.

The giant’s form continued to shatter, limbs crumbling, body disintegrating into countless boulders, thunderous crashes echoing as it fell.

The two Flame Core members watched in horror, their faces twisted, blood streaming from their masks, their bodies gravely wounded.

Had it not been for the stone giant’s interference, they would have perished.

“Flame of the Infinite!”

They screamed in terror, fleeing wildly as the giant crumbled before them.

Above, Blood Forging Son stood calm, gazing down with cold indifference.

Let this battle unfold—he waited for the Flame Core to rescue or reveal greater strength, for only then would he act.

Heaven clashed with earth, both realms in fury.

Xu Qing’s murderous gaze burned fierce, charging forward with lightning speed, while Shen YuZi’s body convulsed, blood spraying as his 213 meridians collapsed, his Eighth Immortal Heaven dissolved.

A mad grin spread across his face, his resentment toward Xu Qing reaching a fever pitch.

He hated Xu Qing—hated him with every fiber of his being!

Jealousy consumed him, jealous to the core!

Once, he had been the generation’s first genius, radiant with honor and promise, both feared and revered.

Yet fate dealt him bitterly, for though he was gifted beyond peers and handsome beyond compare, he was born with a grotesque pair of twins, repulsing all who saw him.

He endured countless slights, bitter stares, striving endlessly, until he devoured his own brother to complete himself.

Through his own efforts, he soared above his kind, reaching the pinnacle of his mountain.

All his suffering, all his torment—he alone understood their weight.

Yet even his grandfather’s gaze held greed, and he could not refuse when the old man merged half his virtuous and vicious lights into him.

From that moment, his fate grew bleaker, ascending to dazzling heights, becoming unparalleled in the Alliance.

Yet in his grandfather’s eyes, he glimpsed deeper avarice.

Shen YuZi was no fool—he remained silent until Xu Qing seized his light, leaving him broken and humiliated.

But in his heart, he exhaled in relief, for he never dreamed that survival would earn him the Monarch’s favor, spawning the Golden Crow within him.

All of this drove his madness to the brink.

He could not defy his grandfather, but he could curse Xu Qing.

He could not challenge the Monarch, but he could blame Xu Qing.

How could Xu Qing possess inner light, while he bore such woe?

How could he not share in this tragedy, this death?

This thought crystallized into venom, festering in his soul.

At its core, his hatred for Xu Qing stemmed from envy—the envy of Xu Qing’s pure, untainted lights.

He envied Xu Qing’s two genuine lights, his freedom from torment, his right to all things.

He envied Xu Qing’s protector, a master who would defend him before the world, and his grandfather, one who hoarded no greed.

Most of all, he envied the sight of Xu Qing, reborn after that night of snow and rain, radiant with purpose, a light that seemed to shine anew.

Thus, his envy deepened, his wrath intensified.

Even with 213 meridians open, even with his Golden Core elevated to the Eighth Heavenly Palace, even with the Golden Crow’s power granted by his master—what did it all amount to?

“Only by becoming a god can I crush all!” Shen YuZi’s eyes blazed, though the words never left his lips, echoing only in his madness.

This was why he had joined the Flame Core, for it offered hope, however faint.

Though the Seven-Pronged Eye’s arrival disrupted his plans, his faith remained unshaken.

Though his 213 meridians had collapsed, his Eighth Heavenly Palace vanished, he still believed himself on the path to glory.

When Xu Qing struck like thunder, Shen YuZi smiled, his face a grotesque mask of frenzy.

With a punch, he lunged—

But the chasm between their powers rendered Shen YuZi’s strike meaningless, a fleeting moment of beauty met with Xu Qing’s counter.

A shock tore through Shen YuZi’s body, his right arm exploding, a wailing scream escaping his lips as he staggered.

Yet he retaliated, weaving swift sword techniques:

The first, “Heaven’s Blood Carnage,” descending from above.

The second, “Soul-Purifying Demon-Sealing,” slicing through the void.

The third, “Ghost Shadow Back-Sword, North-Conquering Heaven,” a spectral blade in the shadows.

But Xu Qing ignored him, his hand crushing the heavens, each sword shattered, its essence erased by Xu Qing’s aura.

The third sword, unable to draw its blade, let out a wail before dissipating.

Xu Qing’s murderous intent surged, his speed unrelenting, cornering Shen YuZi.

Disregarding all defenses, he closed the distance, his mysterious skill flowing—

His right hand plunged into Shen YuZi’s body, seeking his core.

A familiar scene flashed through Shen YuZi’s mind—

His body convulsed, struggling in vain, as Xu Qing’s hand pierced his essence, touching his Heavenly Palace.

The Heavenly Palace, born in the moment of core ascension, determined his limits.

To manifest true power, it needed to become tangible.

Yet Shen YuZi’s palace had crumbled to only one, now being torn away.

A brutal pull—

The Golden Core, reeking of resentment, exploded in his grasp, its threads of blood severing as Xu Qing yanked it free.

A deafening crash as the core shattered, its essence absorbed into Xu Qing, who then slammed his fist into Shen YuZi’s forehead.

The impact shook Shen YuZi’s entire form, his face a mass of blood and flesh, his skull caved in.

Xu Qing’s face was streaked with Shen YuZi’s blood—

And his eyes burned with the same madness, his own.

In an instant, Xu Qing’s back summoned the Golden Crow, which dove upon Shen YuZi, devouring him.

They grappled in midair, tearing at each other, their voices a cacophony of clash and fury.

Xu Qing’s eyes gleamed cold, his slaughterous intent ready to burst forth.

Grasping Shen YuZi’s hair, he raised his hand to strike his chest—

Each punch dismantled Shen YuZi piece by piece.

After three blows, half his body erupted, scattering into fragments.

At Xu Qing’s fourth punch, a thunderous roar split the sky—

Shen YuZi’s scream echoed as his lower body detonated, his remains sprawling in the dust.

His soul, too, disintegrated, devoured by Golden Monkey’s ancestor, Grasping Cloud.

Only the head remains, clutched in Xu Qing’s hand, its wide-open eyes still holding a remnant of unwillingness and madness.

Yet without its source, the light within slowly fades.

Sheng Yunzi—dead!

Blood pools on the ground; shreds of flesh lie scattered around. Sheng Yunzi’s head, like Sixth Elder’s head once did, dripped with blood.

And the Golden Crow, which Sheng Yunzi had reversed and controlled in midair, now deprived of its origin and further weakened, could no longer hold on. Amid Xu Qing’s Golden Crow’s roar, it was swallowed in a single gulp.

After devouring the Golden Crow under Sheng Yunzi’s control, Xu Qing’s Golden Crow trembled violently, unleashing boundless flames that erupted with a roar in all directions, sweeping across the surroundings. As it did, its tenth tail formed, followed by the eleventh, the twelfth, until at last—the thirteenth!!

The imperial-level art, *Golden Crow Refining Ten Thousand Souls*, in this very moment, finally broke through—becoming the Second Order!!!