"Where?"
Chen Fan's expression changed.
The Lord of Light saw the excitement in his eyes very clearly.
Huu!
He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
A smile finally appeared, and he shook his head, saying, "City Lord Chen, do we have a basis for cooperation now?"
"..."
After a moment of silence, Chen Fan spoke, "We can cooperate."
He agreed.
"Then what do we do now..."
"Heh!"
Chen Fan sneered, "Let's talk after we kill King Ming. We can't come here without gaining anything, can we?"
Lord of Light: "..., alright."
He couldn't say anything about this matter.
King Ming was his chosen collaborator, but he was useless now. It was fine if he died.
Clang!
The Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi glowed.
In the distance, the two divine birds fighting instantly disappeared.
One returned to the Lord of Light's body, and the other landed on the Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi.
"Slash."
The sword struck, and heaven and earth trembled.
The Sky-Splitting Sword directly shattered the chaos and broke through the firmament.
In the distance, a large net woven from the Dao of Fate was directly severed by a single sword.
Rumble.
The sword light broke through all obstacles, shattered the net of Dao, shattered the Dao of Fate, and struck King Ming.
This sword appeared suddenly.
King Ming was in a desperate battle with Dizang and Old Demon Chu.
These two powerful figures of the Demonic Path had already occupied all his attention.
This sword...
"Pfft."
Blood splattered, and the Great Dao shattered.
"You..."
King Ming looked at Chen Fan in disbelief, then at the Lord of Light.
A trace of ferocity crawled onto his face, "Guangming, what are you doing?"
The Lord of Light was clearly watching from the sidelines, giving him a very bad premonition.
"Heh heh."
The Lord of Light smiled calmly, "You are too weak, unworthy of cooperating with this Emperor. So be it if you die."
"If your death can facilitate the cooperation between this Emperor and City Lord Chen, that would be good too."
The voice slowly spread, causing the Lord of Light's eyes to widen in rage.
The Lord of Light had betrayed their alliance.
"You traitor..." King Ming despaired.
Chen Fan's sword had shattered his Great Dao.
And Old Demon Chu and Dizang would naturally not let such a good opportunity pass.
"Kill."
The two of them were like demon-quellers.
Boom.
Sky-high demonic flames engulfed him.
"Ah..."
Amidst the demonic flames, King Ming's screams echoed.
Dark wails reverberated in the chaos.
He... was about to step into death.
"Dizang..."
King Ming's voice grew more and more mournful, "Spare me, we are brothers..."
"Go to hell..."
Dizang cursed, "You beast, what qualifications do you have to be my brother?"
He had finally seen King Ming for who he was.
Even if these people gave their all, in King Ming's eyes, they were just food.
No one could gain King Ming's true heart.
Boom.
The sound reverberated, shaking heaven and earth.
"Ah..."
King Ming's screams became even more tragic.
...
This scene had long been witnessed by the onlookers in the distance.
"Interesting..."
"What was King Ming thinking by cooperating with Guangming?"
"All traitors, no one should judge anyone..."
"..."
The onlookers in the distance chatted happily.
Whether it was Guangming or King Ming, neither of them was a good person.
These people clearly knew that no one was surprised by their mutual betrayal.
And they had no intention of intervening to help.
"Dao Master!"
King Ming's voice was mournful, "Save me..."
Swish!
A stream of gazes turned towards the direction of the Thousand Threads Dojo.
In the Thousand Threads Realm, the only one who could be called Dao Master was the Emperor of Thousand Threads.
King Ming began to beg the Thousand Threads Dao Master for help.
Hoping that the Dao Master could save his life.
"..."
Silence.
No one responded.
The Emperor of Thousand Threads did not respond.
"Heh heh."
This scene was entirely within the expectations of the onlookers.
King Ming's Dao was already sealed.
A person who grew stronger by plundering others had no future.
The Emperor of Thousand Threads would not oppose a ninth-rank cultivator and a monstrous genius with dual spirit Daos for someone without a future.
It was impossible.
"Dao Master..." King Ming still roared unwillingly.
He didn't want to die.
He was one of the most loyal subordinates of the Dao Master.
He was unwilling.
Bang.
A huge roar sounded in the demonic clouds.
King Ming's physical body began to collapse, and his Great Dao continuously crumbled.
"Ah..."
He was unwilling, he roared.
But... there was no hope.
Everyone was watching coldly, waiting to witness his fall.
"Why?"
In the demonic clouds, King Ming's eyes were filled with unwillingness.
He questioned, his voice echoing through heaven and earth, "Dao Master, why?"
Why don't you save me?
I am your most loyal subordinate, why...
Boom!
The last roar was the sound of the Great Dao collapsing.
King Ming's Great Dao had completely collapsed.
The Dao of Fate, spanning across the sky of the Fate Realm, rolled like a mighty dragon.
Rumble.
The Great Dao continuously collapsed.
King Ming's last trace of consciousness appeared on the Great Dao.
As the Dao of Fate collapsed, his figure also began to dissipate.
"Why?"
He looked towards the Thousand Threads Dojo, "Why me? Why didn't you save me?"
The voice slowly dissipated.
It was King Ming's unwillingness, echoing over the Fate Realm and reaching the Thousand Threads Dojo.
"..."
Silence.
His final obsession could not elicit any response.
Boom.
The universe of Daos in the Fate Realm began to collapse.
"Hahaha."
Old Demon Chu's laughter echoed through heaven and earth.
The last scene was only of King Ming before his death.
His demise plunged the Fate Realm into destruction.
"Devour."
Old Demon Chu revealed his astonishing demonic physique.
His colossal body obscured the sky and earth, and he began to plunder the last remnants of King Ming.
This was an immense treasure.
The legacy of a top-tier eighth-rank cultivator was something no one would let go of.
"Swish."
And Dizang directly rushed into the Fate Realm.
Soon, the chaotic Fate Realm became quiet.
Old Demon Chu saw this but did not stop him.
Needless to say, Dizang was likely stabilizing the chaotic universe of Daos.
The battle ended just like that.
'City Lord.'
Wu Sheng, carrying Luo Ran, approached amidst shimmering silver light.
A confident smile was always on his face, "Is it over?"
"Mm."
Chen Fan nodded.
Looking at his smile, Luo Ran, however, was momentarily lost in melancholy.
She saw King Ming's corpse.
That corpse had been a nightmare in her tens of thousands of years of life.
They had known long ago that their life's cultivation was to prepare for King Ming.
The ideology instilled in them since childhood was to dedicate everything to King Ming and the Fate Realm.
In fact, they had been giving all along.
But Luo Ran was not reconciled.
They were all human, so why should everything of hers be ultimately stripped away by another, even if that person was King Ming.
A seed of rebellion had always been in her heart.
Until Wu Sheng's appearance, she became more determined.
She knew King Ming's power, so she found it even harder to believe what was happening before her eyes.
Everything felt like a dream.
That high and mighty King Ming was now a corpse.
Even his corpse had become someone else's spoils of war.