Still not finished, he swept across the sky, directly attacking from behind Shui Yichen.
A *poof* sound echoed.
At this moment, Shui Yichen’s physical body was cracked by Xu Chuan’s punch, blood splattering everywhere.
And that saber strike opened a gaping hole in his chest.
Such a horrific injury, even Shui Yichen, empowered by the power of the stars, could not withstand.
*Poof!*
A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.
Yang Sheng’s soul, suppressed within the physical body, felt its heart bleed seeing this scene.
At the same time, he also witnessed Xu Chuan’s true strength.
Without relying on Shui Yichen, the gap between them was like a chasm.
He regretted why he had provoked this god of slaughter, Xu Chuan.
It was utter self-overestimation.
If he had another chance, he would never provoke Xu Chuan again.
He would stay as far away as possible.
Where Xu Chuan was, Yang Sheng would not be.
However.
There was no medicine for regret in this world.
Even if he were the protagonist of destiny, it would not matter!
Watching Shui Yichen, empowered by the stars, still no match for Xu Chuan.
Under the shroud of that despair and the aura of death, he even began to resent Shui Yichen.
He resented that despite being a half-emperor expert, even with only a remnant soul left, he should not be losing to a martial artist in the Nirvana Realm!
Even if this Nirvana Realm cultivator far surpassed ordinary people.
But this was the reality, and no one could change it.
That punch and saber strike shattered the starlight power that Shui Yichen had summoned, and the powerful aura instantly receded.
After losing this power, the side effects of being infused with starlight power struck.
Yang Sheng’s physical body began to age rapidly, his life essence seemingly siphoned away by the starlight.
“How could this be!”
Shui Yichen could not help but let out a low roar.
“How could he be so strong!”
He could not accept it!
He had lost this battle utterly!
Even though he had used all his strength and every trick up his sleeve, he was still no match for Xu Chuan.
Even!
From beginning to end, Xu Chuan had only sustained minor injuries, his foundation untouched.
Shui Yichen slowly fell to the ground.
As his physical body decayed.
No matter how great his abilities, he could no longer exert them.
He could only lie on the ground, quietly watching Xu Chuan, who hung in the sky like a blazing sun.
At this moment, he thought of many things.
Perhaps, the outcome had been decided from the very beginning!
Those who could receive the recognition of the Golden Ancient Palace were not someone he could resist, nor could they be an ordinary person!
However, it was ultimately a sliver of hope within his heart that had acted up.
But fate had never been on his side.
Therefore, he lost.
Lost to a martial artist in the Nirvana Realm.
At this point, he had abandoned all resistance.
“You win…”
He spoke slowly, his hoarse voice growing weaker!
Xu Chuan’s last punch and saber strike had not only severely damaged Yang Sheng’s physical body but also inflicted intense damage to his soul.
His soul, already barely clinging to existence, compounded by the strain of the continuous battles and now injured by Xu Chuan.
He was at the end of his rope.
As Yang Sheng’s physical body shattered into dust and slowly dissipated into the air, Shui Yichen’s soul also appeared.
At this moment, he could no longer suppress Yang Sheng’s soul.
Their souls were exposed to the air.
“Impossible, impossible!”
“This is not real, tell me, this is not real!”
Yang Sheng stared blankly at the scene, muttering to himself.
He wanted to convince himself that this was not real.
But the pain caused by the demonic energy burning his soul clearly told him that everything was as he saw it.
*Zheng!*
The Unforgettable Saber in Xu Chuan’s hand emitted a saber glow, instantly piercing Yang Sheng’s soul and pinning him to the ground.
“Ah!”
The excruciating pain made him cry out, his voice echoing through the heavens and earth.
“Senior Brother Xu, Holy Son Xu!”
“Spare me, spare me!”
The pain brought him back to his senses. His soul knelt on the ground, begging desperately, hoping Xu Chuan would spare him out of camaraderie.
However.
Was that possible?
“Spare you?”
“When you chased and killed You Ci, did you think of sparing her? When you wanted to lure me out and kill me, did you think of sparing me?”
Xu Chuan slowly descended before Yang Sheng and said to him contemptuously.
Yang Sheng was stunned by the question.
Yes!
From the very beginning, he had no intention of sparing Ning You Ci, nor did he intend to spare Xu Chuan.
But the intense desire to survive made him speak again.
“Senior Brother Xu, spare me! I dare not again, I swear!”
Yang Sheng crawled to Xu Chuan’s feet and hugged his legs.
However, Xu Chuan’s expression was cold, looking down at the scene indifferently.
“You might as well die! Don’t pollute my eyes!”
Xu Chuan raised his saber, about to deliver the final blow to Yang Sheng’s soul.
Just then.
Shui Yichen’s soul suddenly erupted, instantly appearing before Xu Chuan, then forcefully throwing Yang Sheng’s soul away, while he himself engaged Xu Chuan.
“Disciple, run quickly, this is the last thing your teacher can do for you!”
Shui Yichen roared at Yang Sheng, who was desperately fleeing behind him.
He then intended to self-destruct his soul, hoping to buy Yang Sheng some time.
However, Xu Chuan’s body flashed with golden light, instantly suppressing Shui Yichen’s soul.
Feeling that familiar and terrifying aura, Shui Yichen looked at Xu Chuan in shock.
“You actually managed to…”
Before he could finish speaking, the Golden Ancient Palace directly killed Shui Yichen’s soul, turning it into pure soul power.
After dealing with Shui Yichen, Xu Chuan looked at Yang Sheng’s soul, which was fleeing into the distance.
Xu Chuan transformed into a rainbow light and instantly appeared before him, examining him with interest.
“Run, keep running!” Xu Chuan said.
“Xu Chuan, may you die a terrible death!”
“If you dare to kill me, my master will not let you go!”
Knowing he had no escape, Yang Sheng cursed Xu Chuan.
He wanted to suppress the fear in his heart.
“Oh? Right, you have a master. You didn’t mention it, and I almost forgot!”
Xu Chuan then remembered that Yang Sheng was the personal disciple of Li Wuji, the peak master of Ziyang Peak in the Taiyi Holy Land.
“But so what? Just as you said, if you die here, besides me, Ning You Ci, who else will know?”
Xu Chuan’s words shattered the last sliver of hope in Yang Sheng’s heart.
Seeing that he remained silent, Xu Chuan was too lazy to delay any further.
The Myriad Spirit Cauldron appeared in his hand, and he directly sucked Yang Sheng’s soul into it.
Then, he conjured the True Sun Flame in his hand, and a terrifying refining force appeared.
“Ah!”
“Pain, so painful!”
“Spare me!”
Frenzied screams erupted from Yang Sheng’s mouth as his soul began to dissipate.
After a few breaths, the refining force of the Myriad Spirit Cauldron intensified, and Yang Sheng’s screams vanished without a trace.
“Another one!”
Xu Chuan nodded with satisfaction.
This was the third protagonist of destiny he had killed.