Chapter 579 - She Won't Return; The Entire Nangong Clan Must Die
Chapter 579 - She Won't Return; The Entire Nangong Clan Must Die
"Splurt!!!" Nangong Maran's Nascent Soul suffered heavy damage. She felt like she had been struck by lightning, spewing blood from her mouth, and the Heaven-Grade sword, Qinghong, in her hand slipped and fell to the ground.
Her entire body collapsed, and her complexion turned incredibly pale.
"How could I... How could I possibly lose?" Nangong Maran stared wide-eyed, unable to believe it.
Looking at the colossal Susano'o, 888 perfected intent powers entwined around it, behind He Yiming.
Nangong Maran felt that her worldview built over eight thousand years of cultivation had completely collapsed.
One person...
How could he possess 888 perfected intent powers?
"You've lost," He Yiming walked leisurely up to Nangong Maran's front, speaking calmly.
"I understand now. He must be an extreme type of cultivator. He definitely used some kind of secret technique or paid a huge price to gain such powerful intent powers in such a short time!"
"So, his physical body must be incredibly weak!"
"As long as I land a close-range strike, he's as good as dead!"
...
A smug smile appeared on Nangong Maran's lips as she leapt into the air and suddenly raised her hand, aiming a blow at He Yiming.
"Huh?" He Yiming/>Your Nascent Soul is crumbling, and you still want to struggle?
"Hahaha, with this blow, you'll undoubtedly die!!!" Nangong Maran laughed triumphantly. She mobilized all her power and ruthlessly brought down her right hand onto He Yiming's shoulder!
In Nangong Maran's view, He Yiming's 'weak' physical body should have been crushed by her claw.
However...
"Crack!"
A crisp and pleasant cracking sound rang out as Nangong Maran's right hand shattered instantly!
It was as if Nangong Maran had exerted all her strength against an unmovable starry continent!
Is this even a human's physical body?
Could a human cultivator's physical body be this powerful?
"Ah!!!" Clutching her shattered right hand, Nangong Maran painfully collapsed to the ground.
"Now you can tell me what the Emperor's Battle is, right?" He Yiming spoke calmly.
Although the current Nangong Maran's Nascent Soul state was a bit... problematic...
He Yiming hadn't even gone all out!
So, He Yiming estimated that if he encountered a stable Nascent Soul realm cultivator, he would still have a 50-50 chance!
If he were to use divine arts, Heavenly Fire, and Purgatory True Demon Form...
Then the question of who's stronger, a regular Nascent Soul or himself, would be a different matter!
"Huff... Huff... Who exactly are you?" Nangong Maran asked with a frightened expression.
"Splurt!" However, He Yiming raised his hand and slapped Nangong Maran, causing her to feel like her bones were about to shatter.
"I'll ask you again, what is the Emperor's Battle? If your answer isn't what I want to hear, you won't need to answer!" He Yiming spoke calmly, his killing intent not the least bit concealed.
Upper Realm expert?
Nascent Soul powerhouse?
All to be killed!
He Yiming had always been prudent and cautious!
But he would act impulsively only when the safety of his loved ones was at stake!
And He Yiming had no intention of restraining this impulse!
I can endure it!
But when my rage ignites, no one can stop me!
"Emperor... Emperor's Battle? It's a battle that all the pre-designated Emperor's Candidates with the Emperor's Mark engage in after receiving power from the Emperor! The last person left alive absorbs the Emperor's power from the other candidates, becoming the sole survivor, the true Emperor's Heir!" Nangong Maran hastily answered.
Because Nangong Maran realized that her identity as a member of the Nangong Clan, her Nascent Soul realm cultivation, or even her female status...
None of it meant anything to the young man before her!
This guy was serious!
"If that's the case... Nangong Lirui doesn't have to return with you! Killing you here will only make the Nangong Clan think you suffered an accident!" He Yiming's murderous intent surged, raising his hand to strike!
"Stop killing me!!!" Nangong Maran panicked, genuinely afraid.
Because Nangong Maran had come to understand that this young man before her was serious!
He truly intended to kill her for Nangong Lirui's sake!
"No!" But just then, Nangong Lirui suddenly appeared and grabbed onto He Yiming's hand.
"Huh?" He Yiming was taken aback.
After Nangong Maran's Nascent Soul suffered heavy damage, her power to suppress Nangong Lirui had naturally disappeared.
"One Ming, I must go back!" Nangong Lirui spoke gently.
"The Emperor's Battle, you won't stand a chance!" He Yiming stated word by word.
He Yiming was well aware of Nangong Lirui's personality.
The cruel and terrifying Emperor's Battle, there was no need to think about it!
Every chosen Emperor's Candidate was undoubtedly a heaven-defying existence!
To fight against these beings, survive until the end, and become the last survivor, how great was that difficulty?
If Nangong Lirui were naturally ruthless and merciless, bloodthirsty, then she might have a slight chance!
But...
Nangong Lirui was too kind-hearted!
She simply couldn't win in this Emperor's Battle!
"As long as I kill her, I can save you! Even if the Emperor comes one day, I'll already possess power that can match the Emperor's!" He Yiming spoke with confidence.
With the divine and demonic merged within him, and with over ten thousand players by his side, He Yiming firmly believed that one day he would have the strength to match the Emperor!
"I know... I believe that the future you can do it! But..." Nangong Lirui said, tears welling up uncontrollably.
"I won't die, but if I don't return, the Emperor will definitely dispatch his subordinates to wipe out the entire Nangong Clan! The entire Nangong Clan... my
grandfather, grandmother, my mother, they will all die... because of me!" Nangong Lirui spoke gently.
"Yes, what my niece Lirui says is true... if she doesn't return, our entire Nangong Clan will be wiped out!" Nangong Maran hastened to explain.
"Shut up!" He Yiming's voice turned icy.
"!" Instantly, Nangong Maran dared not speak further.
A Nascent Soul powerhouse like herself, when facing He Yiming, couldn't even utter a single word.
Because Nangong Maran was truly terrified.
After cultivating bitterly for eight thousand years to reach the Nascent Soul realm, how could she willingly die in this lower realm?
"Why didn't you tell me about the Emperor's Battle before?" He Yiming looked at Nangong Lirui and asked.
"..." Nangong Lirui fell silent, and tears were the only answer she gave.
"When does the Emperor's Battle begin?" He Yiming turned to Nangong Maran and asked.
"Three years from now!" Nangong Maran hurriedly replied.
However, Nangong Maran couldn't help but secretly estimate:
If unexpected events occur, this timeline might be advanced.
"Three years?" He Yiming silently remembered this time.
"Within three years, I will definitely come find you!"
"No matter what happens, I'll make sure to protect you!"
"This is my promise to you, Nangong Lirui!"
...
He Yiming held Nangong Lirui in his arms, speaking word by word.
But in his heart, he added one more sentence!
Perhaps, I'll need to bring along an army of over ten thousand, maybe even hundreds of thousands, or even millions of players...
..." Nangong Maran said nothing, choosing not to say much, but she had already understood the relationship between He Yiming and Nangong Lirui.
"This man is seeking death. How dare he lay hands on the Emperor's arranged Emperor's Candidate!"
Nangong Maran sneered coldly in her heart.
But at this moment.
"After you return to the Upper Realm, you should be missing a servant. Let this guy take the role!" He Yiming spoke casually, then his gaze sharpened as he locked onto Nangong Maran.
"What are you doing? Don't come any closer!!!" Nangong Maran cried out in fear!