Chapter 453: Chapter 453: Lin Ping’an Flips the Table—Breaks the Rules, Then Don’t Blame Him for Smashing the Chessboard

"You ants, all of you must die!"

At this moment, the Golden Armor Beast Emperor roared thunderously.

The beast’s eyes, filled with dense blood threads, seemed like two blazing crimson suns.

The killing intent and madness within were like surging lava, hot and terrifying.

The light deep in the pupils seemed to freeze countless beings’ despair and fear, making one’s blood run cold.

The recent life-and-death experience, a near-death sense, was undoubtedly a nightmare for this proud and mighty Beast Emperor.

An indelible humiliation, enough for it to remember for a lifetime, it was also a painful memory that could never be forgotten.

Even the Beast Emperor was pushed to the brink of life and death by a mere Eighth Grade ant, the feeling of almost perishing filled it with infinite anger and hatred.

If not for being in this special environment right now.

If not for the other Beast Gods watching from behind, needing it to continue living.

It might really have been beaten just now by that seemingly insignificant Eighth Grade ant,

obliterated with an earth-shattering strike, becoming a stepping stone for fame and power.

This shame, this hatred, made the killing intent in the Golden Armor Beast Emperor’s heart surge like tides, determined to crush every enemy before it,

regardless of size or strength, to wash away the humiliation of having come so close to death, to restore its supreme dignity as the Beast Emperor.

On the other side, witnessing this scene, Su Die’s gaze began to scatter like shattered stardust.

On her now weathered face, etched with the marks of time, a trace of despair quietly spread.

She powerlessly clenched her no longer youthful hands, pain and reluctance flickering in her dry eyes.

"That beast isn’t dead?"

At this instant, the voice squeezed from Su Die’s throat was hoarse and low, like a lament dredged from the depths of the heart.

What should have been good news now felt like the heaviest shackle, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe.

"It’s really... damn! Is this as far as I can go in my pursuit?"

Her weak voice murmured softly, each word carrying boundless regret and loss.

She slightly lifted her head as if she could see that unreachable sky, where Lin Ping’an’s cold and indifferent face seemed to linger, his figure flickering in the mists of time.

One by one, memories related to him, as if controlled by an invisible hand, began to flash rapidly in Su Die’s mind.

Like an old film being projected, frame by frame they flickered past.

Those shared experiences, those fragments of memory filled with laughter or tears.

At this moment, all were telling a cruel truth.

From the start to the end, she could never catch up to Lin Ping’an’s pace.

A feeling of helplessness like icy cold pierced Su Die to the heart.

Now, she must stop on this journey.

"Sometimes in life, you really shouldn’t encounter too dazzling an existence..."

At last, Su Die murmured to herself, her words filled with a bitter understanding.

That radiant figure not only illuminated her world but also cruelly reflected her own insignificance and powerlessness.

However, even so, she still wasn’t willing to give up because it was the dream and hope she had chased all her life.

She hoped that one day, she could stand by his side, even if only behind him.

Beside her, Qin Yu’s face was as pale as paper, her eyes filled with endless grief and helplessness.

The voice shouted hoarsely and tremblingly, an anguished cry from the depths of the soul.

"Xiaodie’Er... Xiaodie’Er... you can’t give up, I beg you, you must hang in there, don’t, don’t just sleep away like this..."

Qin Yu tightly held the gradually cooling hand over there, as if wanting to transfer all her life force to her.

But, Su Die’s complexion grew increasingly ashen.

The once lively eyes had now lost their luster, only the faint breathing proving she was still in this world.

The flame of life flickered unsteadily within her, like a candle in the wind, at any moment it could go out.

Qin Yu could clearly feel Su Die’s life force declining at a hopeless speed.

An irrevocable passing, like the last touch of warmth in a winter night disappearing into the horizon.

Or like a blooming flower, swiftly withering in the harsh cold.

The surrounding air seemed solidified by this weighty sorrow.

Every particle of dust bore the painful weight of this life-and-death parting.

At this moment, Qin Yu’s tears silently fell, dripping onto Su Die’s face, yet unable to awaken that soon-to-vanish light of life.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving only Qin Yu’s heart-wrenching calls and Su Die’s gradually weakening breaths.

In this cruel yet real moment, woven into a mournful elegy of fate.

The Celestial Level Technique "Heaven-Defying Seven Demon Slash" is indeed a martial technique of astonishing, world-shaking power.

Once performed, it can at most instantly explode one’s combat power with a 128-fold increase.

Its might is enough to overturn heaven and earth, to alter the universe.

However, behind such heaven-defying power, the cost is equally shocking. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Every slash of the "Heaven-Defying Seven Demon Slash" causes immeasurable damage to a cultivator’s body, burning a large amount of life force, that is, lifespan.

If a cultivator possessed endless life force, eternal lifespan.

Then perhaps this depletion might be bearable.

But reality is cruel and cold.

All along, the Human Race’s lifespan has seemed like a brilliant yet short-lived meteor.

Even those who have reached the Eighth Grade Peak, their lifespan is merely a few hundred years, vanishing as quickly as morning dew.

If Su Die succeeded in breaking through to the Ninth Grade, extending her lifespan by a thousand years, she might barely manage.

However, at this moment, fate seems to have played her a cruel joke.

Though only a step away from the Ninth Grade Realm.

But now, it was as if she was a candle in the wind, a lamp running out of oil, a body and mind utterly exhausted, utterly incapable of advancing to challenge that life-and-death threshold.

On Su Die’s pale face, once bright as stars, her eyes now bore a thin veil of gloom.

The life force within, about to be exhausted, like the last grain of sand in an hourglass, silently spoke of helplessness and struggle.

Not far away, Song Changkong stepped forward voluntarily, mentally prepared to die in battle.

Meanwhile, far away in the Great Xia Human Realm, Lin Ping’an’s eyes flashed with malice.

"Hmph! Those damn beasts! Lose if you lose, perish if you perish!"

"Admit your mistakes standing straight, stand steady when you’re beaten."

"Daring to pull such underhanded tricks right under my nose?"

"Do you really think I’m dead, Lin Ping’an?"

Initially, he had intended to continue observing silently, to see if Su Die could break and then stand anew.

Now, the plan was completely disrupted by those Beast Gods’ long-distance life force transmission antics.