503: Chapter 67 Lotus_2 503: Chapter 67 Lotus_2 Everything he did.
Was for the sake of being alone with Yuan Jimo today.
Wanting to kill this Chief of the Imperial City Department…
was no easy matter, and Xie Xuanyi did not plan to use [Chen Yi], nor did he intend to break through his cultivation in this battle.
Yuan Jimo was already a powerful figure in the Late Stage Yin God Realm; even if he did break through, the freshly consolidated Rule of Destruction might not be certain to slay him.
He only prepared one move.
This was the only killing move, and also the most direct and certain one to be effective.
The lotus left behind by the Pure Yang Master.
Even the Five-Colored Ridge Yin God Perfection Prince Wu, couldn’t block this Lotus Sword Intent’s slash; even if Yuan Jimo hid his realm, it would be impossible to resist this level of Killing Intent.
But…
Even with the “lotus,” it might not be smooth sailing to kill Yuan Jimo.
This Chief of the Imperial City Department had a uniquely blessed Holy Favor.
He wore a Jade Talisman given by the Holy Empress.
As long as the Jade Talisman was triggered, the Ren Shou Palace of the Great Chu Imperial City would immediately sense it.
The Holy Empress, the Qin Ancestor, Wu Zhexian, and perhaps other Yang Gods would sense Yuan Jimo’s plea for help.
Regarding the “Holy Empress”‘s Divine Skills.
Xie Xuanyi knew very little and didn’t plan on taking the risk.
Therefore, he had no intention of giving Yuan Jimo the chance to trigger the Jade Talisman.
Two swords to cut off the arms.
The Pure Yang Lotus that loomed above his head now had its shadow dimmed by a third.
This lotus had accompanied Xie Xuanyi since he entered the Capital, saving his life during the duel with Prince Wu.
Now, Xie Xuanyi decided to use up this lotus entirely to ensure he could slay Yuan Jimo.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
Sword Qi erupted, with lotus petals shattering and drifting away.
A strand of Sword Qi aimed at Yuan Jimo’s heart and swept past.
The Chief of the Imperial City Department, now without his arms, no longer cut a dignified figure.
His complexion was ashen, eyes filled with fear, staggering backward.
At the moment of impact, the black Scale Armor he wore suddenly blazed with light!
“Ding!”
An extremely piercing sound exploded over the River.
This sword should have pierced his chest, but the black armor instantly burst forth with hundreds of dark secret patterns, forcibly deflecting the Lotus Sword Energy.
This was a high-grade Spiritual Treasure for preserving life, one that could withstand a strike from a Yin God Perfection, and this was why Yuan Jimo dared to leave Central State alone, unafraid of assassination.
This Spiritual Treasure forcefully bore the tremor of that strand of the most powerful sword thought.
But it wasn’t the last strand of sword thought.
In the next instant, Xie Xuanyi no longer hesitated, completely disassembling the lotus.
The entire River and heavens seemed enveloped by dense Sword Intent, as petals fell.
A dozen dazzling and sharp Sword Qis howled out…
The most powerful strikes of this lotus had been expended fully, if Yuan Jimo had another Top-level Spiritual Treasure on him, perhaps he might withstand the remaining Sword Qi.
But unfortunately.
Such Top-level Spiritual Treasures are serendipitous and rare.
He only had one.
Thus, strands of Lotus Sword Energy, dimmer than the last, fastly passed through, piercing his body, his shoulders, his heart, his thighs, his neck.
“Dang dang dang!”
The crisp sounds of rapid and intense bursting echoed.
In an instant.
Yuan Jimo was nailed like a hedgehog to the wooden boat, coincidentally, his severed arms flipping in the air caught that similarly tumbling “Jade Talisman” at the last moment…
The Jade Talisman lit up with brilliance.
At this moment, the space between Qu River and the Great Chu Imperial City was bridged; the Jade Talisman flared up and transformed into a doorway, and soon, Great Chu’s Yang God would arrive here.
But it no longer mattered.
Xie Xuanyi had completed everything he wanted to do.
“…”
Xie Xuanyi coldly watched Yuan Jimo fall into a pool of blood… or rather, become a puddle of blood himself.
This Late Stage Yin God Chief of the Imperial City Department, more tenacious than he had imagined.
Even with his occiput pierced by Sword Qi, he did not immediately lose his breath; he was still tenaciously holding on.
With the cultivation of the Yin God Realm, perhaps he could hold on for a while longer.
But what of it?
Xie Xuanyi expressionlessly stepped back, the Pure Yang Lotus above his head was now thoroughly dissipated into a dim shadow.
Petals fell and scattered.
He had to leave these grounds of conflict before the arrival of the Yang God from the Great Chu Imperial City and return to the Purple Green Treasure Ship.
…
…
Ren Shou Palace, the grand formation towering, Holy Light permeating.
In the depths of the great hall, brilliance shines forth, a majestic figure is cast upon the ground, within this boundless brightness, resembling a long line, stretched out very long, very long.
A crisp crackling sound, echoing within the boundless light.
The Holy Empress slowly opens her eyes.
She looks at the burning portal in the Holy Light, and also at that blood-stained arm, half-draped over the portal.
“…”
She extends her hand silently, gesturing lightly.
Across the portal, the tide of Qu River surges forward, bringing with it a ship of fragmented wreckage, pouring into Ren Shou Palace.
A bloody aura pervades the great hall.
The crimson blood, disrupting the purity of this sacred whiteness.
“How did you end up in this state?”
The Holy Empress, looking at the man pinned to the ship, drying up like a desiccated man, shook her head, her voice carrying noticeable reproach, a stern rebuke.
“Hehe…”
Due to his throat being pierced by Sword Qi.
Yuan Jimo is unable to make a sound, he can only emit a pleading wail.
He tries his best to lift his head, wishing to gaze at the master of this boundless light, it’s a pity that his vision is already blurred, even with the force of his strong will lifting his head, what he can see, is only darkness.
Within the darkness.
As if slender fingers, slowly sweeping across his cheek.
Yuan Jimo is one of the very few lucky ones who has been to Ren Shou Palace.
He knows this grand hall, where light eternal shines, and holy fire always dwells.
Only…
The fingers touching his cheek at this moment are ice-cold and piercing to the bone, sweeping past the cheek, over the neck, reaching the chest, slender fingertips touching the shards of black scale armor, producing a crisp clink.
The Holy Empress pulls the man covered in blood into her arms, with a merciful expression, cold tone, slowly inspecting the shocking injuries.
“Even the thousand-scale armor couldn’t save your life…”
The Holy Empress speaks with some regret: “You should not have just died like this…
it’s just a pity Zhao Chunyang’s Sword Qi is too sharp, that day I watched his battle with the Qin Ancestor, I guessed he had already touched the final threshold, if you were to die under his Sword Qi, it would not be without a certain fortune.”
Hearing the word “die.”
Yuan Jimo’s expression stalls for a moment.
The next moment.
His originally empty eyes suddenly fill with copious blood, his whole person becoming agitated, it is obvious, he wants to say more, but unfortunately, rolling blood surges out from all sides of his body, this willpower-sustained body, finally reaches its limit, his struggles become weaker and weaker, his entire being’s aura begins to rapidly decline.
“Let’s leave it at that.”
The Holy Empress’s expression remains calm as she reaches out her hand, preparing to close Yuan Jimo’s eyes.
But her movement suddenly stops.
“…Hmm?”
The boundless light, suddenly trembles slightly.
The woman sitting deep within the light frowns, as her fingertip touches Yuan Jimo’s brows and eyes, the Soul Sea gently quakes, she hears the pleading murmurs of this pitiful man, perhaps a blessing from the heavens, or maybe the hand of fate, Yuan Jimo struggles to pass on a wisp of Divine Thought.
This wisp of Divine Thought causes a momentary pause in the Holy Empress’s actions.
“Interesting.”
The Holy Empress wears a smile, her gaze moves from this dying man, looking towards the heavenly peak of Ren Shou Palace, the tallest point of the grand formation: “What you said…
is it true?”
No response, only silence.
Within the boundless light, naturally, only boundless silence exists.
…
…
A moment later, the Jade Talisman gateway over Qu River ignites a flame of light.
A tall figure cloaked in black robes steps out from the Jade Talisman gateway.
As soon as he leaves the gateway, Divine Thought swiftly expands, enveloping this region of Qu River, within tens of miles, hundreds of miles.