Chapter 838
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Chapter 838 Joy and Sorrow, Union and Parting; The Moon Waxes and Wanes
“Boom boom boom!”
The battle begins!
One spell after another blasts out,
Both sides engage in intense combat, energy interweaves and explodes into massive mushroom clouds, destroying everything within ten thousand miles, even distorting space and time. The sky darkens, and wailing sounds echo as if this realm is about to collapse!
“Thud!”
Chen Beixuan, with a cold expression, grabs Wang Teng’s incoming fist,
Regarding Wang Teng’s current actions,
He finds them both laughable and tragic.
If Wang Teng at full strength wasn’t his match, how could this clone controlled by just a trace of consciousness be?
“Rip~”
Chen Beixuan applies slight force,
Wang Teng’s right wrist shatters, bones break and protrude, blood sprays, staining the earth red!
At the same time,
Lin Feng strikes Wang Teng’s soul with a punch,
“Boom!”
His already depleted soul becomes even weaker, like a candle in the wind, flickering unstably, seemingly about to extinguish at any moment!
But Wang Teng still doesn’t give up, desperately counterattacking,
Even with his flesh torn and soul damaged, he refuses to admit defeat!
How proud and confident he has always been!
Being able to lead the once weak Wang family to become one of the fifteen super dao lineages today proves his extraordinary ambition.
“Father~”
Wang Yue, protected behind, sees this scene and feels his heart breaking.
He desperately wishes to transform into a battle immortal and rush up to fight alongside his father,
Even if sacrificing his bloodline could make his father stronger, he would do so without hesitation!
However,
Reality is so cruel,
Even as a late-stage tribulation cultivator, he can do nothing but watch helplessly as his father falls into desperate straits…
“Father! My dear father!”
Wang Yue’s expression twists, his heart bleeding, veins bulging, his entire body trembling.
“Go!”
Wang Teng bleeds into the sky,
He roars desperately, forcefully tears open the void before him, throws Wang Yue into it, and hurriedly summons a warship.
This warship appears plain and simple, but its surface is inscribed with complex runes. The runes are now fully activated, and like a time shuttle, it carries Wang Yue, disappearing into the depths of the void in the blink of an eye!
“Where do you think you’re escaping!”
Lin Feng repels Wang Teng’s soul, reaches out his great hand into the void’s depths, trying to catch Wang Yue, but that warship is too fast, as if riding through time itself, impossible to catch up with.
“So it’s a space-time ship…”
Chen Beixuan shows surprise.
“What is a space-time ship?”
Lin Feng asks.
“A flying tool made from space-time stones and immortal spirit qi… This ship uses immortal spirit qi as its energy source, and once activated, it cannot be caught! I’ve only seen it once on the immortal path…”
“This ship’s biggest weakness is that it can only carry one person! Otherwise, its speed would be greatly reduced…”
Chen Beixuan thinks of something and turns his gaze to Wang Teng, asking:
“It’s said that before the ancient catastrophe, you disappeared for three hundred years… where did you go?”
“Heh heh… Hahahahaha!”
Instead of answering, Wang Teng breaks into wild laughter.
The laughter grows more exaggerated, more unrestrained!
At this moment,
His soul has returned to his true body,
Both his arms are broken, his body covered in blood, his face bleeding from almost all seven apertures, and as he laughs, streams of blood gush from his throat…
“Gurgle gurgle…”
Blood flows endlessly, like a fountain!
His aura grows increasingly weak, his dao fruit dimming, near collapse…
“What’s with the act?”
Lin Feng sneers, strikes out with his palm, immediately sending the severely injured Wang Teng flying, crashing to the ground and rolling several times, leaving trails of blood, utterly miserable!
Wang Teng struggles to his feet, ignoring Lin Feng, and looks directly at Chen Beixuan.
His face is covered in blood, but his eyes burn like torches, filled with defiance and unwillingness to submit…
“Chen Beixuan, you are strong, but I am not weaker than you. If I hadn’t been so eager for progress back then, I would never have suffered such a miserable defeat today!”
“Indeed!”
Chen Beixuan nods, responding calmly:
“Your talent is indeed remarkable. If you had progressed steadily back then to reach this peak tribulation stage, you probably wouldn’t have been much inferior to me! But you had too many distracting thoughts, were too ambitious, wanting to strengthen the Wang family… A practitioner of the Way should know when to be content!”
“Heh heh, for the Wang family?”
“How could you understand the true reasons behind it all?”
Wang Teng laughs self-mockingly,
As if remembering something,
His proud and unyielding expression suddenly becomes very lonely, very desolate…
It was all for a promise!
For the sake of reaching peak tribulation stage within five hundred years, he paid any price, but in the end still couldn’t find her…
“Though I’m unwilling to accept defeat at your hands today, I can’t say it’s unfair…”
“But if you think I’ll surrender, that’s impossible!”
“Law of Human Joy and Sorrow!”
Wang Teng roars,
Once again burning his depleted essence, energy, and spirit, he attacks Chen Beixuan!
This technique was created when he was comprehending the dao, born from his nightmare, feeling the heartlessness of heaven’s way and sighing at human joy and sorrow. Now performed with his life’s blood essence, it carries earth-shaking momentum!
But it’s still useless!
His technique seems to be missing something, unable to threaten someone of Chen Beixuan’s caliber!
“Boom!”
Chen Beixuan forms a sword finger, shooting out a beam of light that breaks through Wang Teng’s Law of Sorrow and Separation, finally piercing through Wang Teng’s chest, bringing forth a spray of blood, within which his shattered heart is faintly visible.
“Puchi!”
Wang Teng’s body suddenly stiffens, spitting out a large mouthful of blood,
His eyes gradually dim, his soul fire leaves his body, flickering faintly, as if about to dissipate into heaven and earth….
In the final moment,
He struggles to turn his head, gazing into the distance, mumbling:
“Humans have joy and sorrow, partings and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, these things have never been perfect since ancient times, but I wish people could last forever, a thousand… thousand miles…”
His voice grows weaker and weaker, then he spits out another large mouthful of blood, his towering and unyielding body slowly falls backward, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a layer of gray dust.
“Whoosh whoosh~”
A wisp of soul fire hovers above his corpse, flickering unsteadily, floating back and forth, like a homeless child.
“What is that?”
Lin Feng narrows his eyes.
“Wang Teng’s sleeping soul. After burning his essence, energy, and spirit, and suffering heavy injuries, his will has fallen into deep sleep. This flame is the manifestation of his soul…”
Chen Beixuan speaks while stepping forward, intending to completely erase Wang Teng’s traces of life.
Unexpectedly at this moment.
“Boom!”
Suddenly thunder crashes in the scene,
Then,
The dark clouds disperse in large patches,
And in the endless sky above, a deep abyss-like crack forcefully appears!
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