I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1025 - Three Hundred and Nineteen Failure
Chapter 1025: Chapter Three Hundred and Nineteen: Failure
Chapter 1025 -Three Hundred and Nineteen: Failure
The Three Yin Divine Light was no match for the Unpardonable Yin and Yang, and it was not just because the combined spiritual power of the two had already reached the third qualitative transformation at one hundred thousand points. In terms of level, the combined Yin and Yang overpowered the Black Light of death by a significant margin, being the ultimate restraint.
However, under the circumstances of Wang Han’s soul-burning strike, the situation changed. The Three Yin body was pure Yin power, but Wang Han possessed a vigorous and unparalleled Yang soul.
The Three Yin Black Light of death, spurred by the Yang soul, possessed a tenacity of Heaven and Earth, and while it still could not defeat the Unpardonable Yin and Yang, it could withstand them, buying time for transformation of the Divine Armor.
And in those few brief moments, Wang Han’s soul, fierce as a tiger, withered away.
Wang Chan turned his head, his face darkening, no longer possessing the carefree acceptance he had shown earlier, he bellowed at the Corpse Refiner—a Three Yin body at full outburst—”What are you doing!!!”
He had never thought of letting Wang Han block the Unpardonable Yin and Yang for him, not even such a thought had crossed his mind, because in Wang Chan’s heart, these people in his Soul Palace were all very important to him.
Although he often threatened them with the same fate as Wang Ying, in reality, if there was no other choice, how could he make such a meaningless threat?
These people were too important to him, even though the Kings in his family reminded him time and again to focus solely on his martial path and to cut away the demons in his heart, Wang Chan felt that this was nothing but weakness!
These souls and personalities arose because of him, Wang Chan, and were his subjects; a true King was someone who could stand at the summit with his men, not a coward who climbed up alone on the bones of his subordinates.
No one with a split soul caused by hysterical fugue had ever forged a divine soul; Wang Chan did!
No martial artist had ever been able to cast a soul for a dissociated personality; Wang Chan also did!
If he could become the first in the Fierce Realm with five souls in one body, why couldn’t he lead these few comrades to prove their way to the other shore?
He was the world’s number one genius; he was the unique Wang Chan; why should he take the same path as other mediocrities?
What was so great about the Unpardonable Yin and Yang? It was just about delaying his ascension to the King Realm due to injury. But what Wang Han did was like ripping out Wang Chan’s heart and guts!
“Return to the Soul Palace, that’s an order!”
With the Divine Armor now fully incarnated, Wang Chan commanded Wang Han from behind his feather fluttering back.
And the general, who had always been extremely obedient to Wang Chan’s orders, for the first time ignored them completely. Beneath the soul fire lit by raging runes, there lay a heart of a warrior willing to die for his lord.
“After my death, the profound secrets of the Nine Secrets Escaping Armor and physical cultivation will all belong to my King; from now on, no one shall be able to approach my King, my wish is fulfilled!”
The voice that echoed from within the Corpse Refiner could only be heard by Wang Chan. This was Wang Han’s farewell to him, and the general’s departure was always so swift and decisive.
The soul, burned to the brink of exhaustion, left the Corpse Refiner emanating the Three Yin Death Light to become darkened and dull. But those hands spread open fearlessly, still declaring to the heavens and the earth the heroic soul that once inhabited this body.
Wang Chan’s face was ashen, with an indelible sorrow in his eyes. In the Soul Palace, Wang Han’s barrack land was disintegrating. Wang Ying cried out loud and rushed to save Wang Han’s army, but no matter how many souls he embraced, they all turned to spiritual ash and scattered.
Who could have foreseen that the trip to Beimang would result in Wang Chan losing a brother? The pain, as if his heart was gouged out, made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.
The seven-colored Phoenix King’s plumes enveloped the Corpse Refiner, like the hands of a mother in a swaddle, blocking all the Divine Light of the Unpardonable Yin and Yang.
As the Corpse Refiner was retracted with talismans, the Divine Light of the Unpardonable Yin and Yang blasted away three feathers of the Divine Armor, yet the aftershocks, comparable to top-tier arcane techniques, seemed to be unfelt by Wang Chan.
He lifted his head, his stern gaze piercing through the gaps between the Divine Light and feathers, landing on “Jiang Yang” and “Jiang Yin”.
Hatred that cut to the bone bore no anger, only a ruthless determination to stop at nothing and an unyielding vow to persevere until death.
In Wang Chan’s heart, whether it was these two individuals or those behind them, they had all been sentenced to death.
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Ten years, fifty years, a hundred years—for the game called vengeance, he had all the time in the world!
After retrieving the Corpse Refiner, Wang Chan did not blindly rush to fight with the two adversaries; instead, with a shake of his feathers, he turned into five-colored escaping lights and left.
Inside their black hoods, “Jiang Yang” and “Jiang Yin” watched Wang Chan’s swift and decisive departure, exchanged looks, and, feeling thwarted, returned the way they had come.
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Within the secret hall of the Lingxiao Sect
Upon receiving the report from two special Wind Media, Ji Chen immediately sought out Ji Fu.
“It failed!”
Ji Chen reported the ins and outs of the battle to Ji Fu without beating around the bush and quietly awaited his verdict.
What he had thought to be an infallible strategy had such a major flaw; not only had they wasted a bead that could have been studied for the Unpardonable Yin and Yang, but they had also allowed Wang Chan to escape.
But he could not comprehend how there could have been a divine soul within the Corpse Refiner, let alone that the Three Yin Death Light contained within it had withstood the combined attack of the Unpardonable Yin and Yang.
All these unforeseen circumstances turned what seemed like a near-certain oath into a joke, and Ji Chen was well aware that he had betrayed Ji Fu’s trust.
Ji Fu, upon learning of the failed operation, was naturally somewhat disappointed, but it was far from the level Ji Chen had anticipated.
To kill an emissary from a holy land was in itself an extremely difficult task; unless a King Realm powerhouse acted, even a grandmaster wouldn’t dare to claim they were completely confident.
Moreover, the Divine Power of the Yin-Yang Treasure Bead could only strike once. Given the enormous risks of this all-or-nothing strategy, failure was actually the more likely outcome—success would have been extraordinarily lucky.
“I understand,” Ji Fu said without wishing to pursue Ji Chen’s responsibility, instead patting him on the shoulder to comfort him, “Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. To have mustered the resistance against the Unpardonable Yin and Yang’s Three Yin Death Light, Wang Chan must have paid a heavy price. Already severely injured, after this battle, he’s nearly lost most of his martial foundation. Although we didn’t kill him, we’ve essentially extricated ourselves from karma to the greatest extent. You did well.”
“Saint Child…” Ji Chen had not expected Ji Fu to comfort him and spoke in disbelief, “You don’t blame me?”
“I have failed before,” Ji Fu said with a smile, speaking calmly, “Back then, my situation was far more disheveled than yours is now. That’s when I realized that success and failure are just experiences. What matters is not the outcomes themselves, but what you can learn from them. Besides, who says you failed? With such severe injuries, Wang Chan is destined to fall from the ranks of the strongest of his generation. In a sense, this is also a success. So, don’t blame yourself!”
After his rebirth, Ji Fu was confident. It would have been good to kill Wang Chan, but if not, he didn’t mind confronting these individuals claimed to be the strongest of their age a hundred years later because he was the Saint Child of the Han Family. His duty was to overpower the emissaries from other holy lands, ensuring they could not lift their heads.
