"You stinky Daoist!"

The divided soul turned around in horror, only to see Liu Zongyuan seated on a green leaf, mocking him.

He finally understood the helpless feeling of being trapped between a rock and a hard place.

Liu Zongyuan looked him over, his previous mocking expression becoming increasingly peculiar.

He had come from a hundred miles away after being alerted by the Spiritual Treasure Green Leaf.

Even before arriving, he knew it was the divided soul acting up without having to guess, but the closer he got, the more uneasy he became.

The commotion ahead was very unusual, something that merely the divided soul couldn’t cause; the aftermath of the ongoing battle made him shiver with fear.

Such a colossal uproar, even he couldn’t achieve it.

Who exactly is fiercely battling the divided soul?

"Could it be some senior master?"

This was the only explanation he could think of, the cultivators of Central Continent were too poorly skilled, it couldn’t possibly be local cultivators.

"It seems a senior expert on our side has finally freed up to deal with their group."

Liu Zongyuan looked delighted, not for anything else but the divided soul’s removal would save him so much trouble, guarding the sea day and night was torturous.

His luck wasn’t bad; upon arrival, he ran into the divided soul in desperation.

What made him even happier was that the divided soul’s power had dropped significantly, probably less than fifty percent.

"Hey, who forced you into such a situation, using Heaven and Earth Four Division Skill to escape?"

Liu Zongyuan said with undisguised glee, having dealt with him for years, they knew each other’s weaknesses; just one glance revealed the issues plaguing the other.

"Get lost!"

The divided soul said coldly; he didn’t want to get tangled up now, only wanted to escape quickly— even with twelve avatars, twelve lives, he still didn’t want to die easily.

The more anxious he was, the more Liu Zongyuan wanted to provoke him.

The enemy’s desires are opposed by my side.

The divided soul was desperate to flee, so Liu Zongyuan couldn’t let him escape.

"Come on, I’ll give it a go too; let’s have a fight."

Without a word, Liu Zongyuan stepped forth, an intangible Sword Intent materializing into a Divine Sword, slashing towards the divided soul...

...

"Bastard!"

On the other side, the divided soul’s facial features were all twisted; this body wasn’t ordinary, making lively expressions was truly challenging, hence in extreme fury, all his facial features scrunched together.

All this because the person chasing him was so damn hateful.

Han Yu stepping on the Cyan Dragon would flash and appear whenever he slowed down slightly, the invisible long blade in his hand always stabbing at his kidneys.

Though the divided soul wasn’t physically injured, he would rather be stabbed with an actual knife.

The item in his opponent’s hands was too terrifying; each stab would cut away a portion of his strength, the amount small but the number of times was overwhelming!

"I said, I’m definitely going to slice you into a mortal."

Han Yu laughed coldly.

The divided soul shivered involuntarily upon hearing this, gritting his teeth as he fled desperately.

"Stop playing, there’s fighting over there too; another avatar seems to be blocked."

The Artifact Spirit hastyly reminded, then mimicked Han Yu’s habitual gesture of stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"That guy said capturing the divided soul will give thirty years of Qi Fortune; if I capture two, demanding sixty years is quite reasonable, right?"

Damn, are you a devil?

Han Yu’s expression turned strange, this wondrous logic was damn amazing.

However, that seemed about right.

Thirty years for one divided soul, so capturing two should get sixty years.

Upon this thought, he glanced at the fleeing figure ahead, his face turned solemn.

This is walking Qi Fortune, valuable.

With a burst, he poured all his energy into riding the Cyan Dragon, transforming into a flash of white light; within moments, he caught up with the divided soul, not allowing him any time to react, the blade wove a net, killing above.

The divided soul felt chilling cold; although he couldn’t see what was in his opponent’s hand, knowing it was deadly was enough.

"I’ll fight you to the death."

The divided soul gritted his teeth and turned back, a forefinger releasing a mystical aura.

A Finger of Azure Profound...

Before it could be released, Han Yu rushed forward with a fist and shouted loudly, "Glass Turtle Fist!"

With full force, the huge fist roared with wind and thunder, fiercely smashing against the opponent’s finger.

Bam!

The massive sound wave flung the divided soul flying; the entire finger along with the wrist shattered into powder.

West River Chaotic Blade Technique!

The uninspired Han Yu named his frantic hacking with an even more frantic name, then chased forward, hacking wildly towards the divided soul.

Spirit Platform... Transcendence... Divine Gaze... See me... Other Shore... Divine Bridge... Divine Spring... Celestial Being...

The divided soul was engulfed in immense panic, utterly powerless, watching helplessly as his inner strength drained away.

"Return to East River!"

Han Yu coldly laughed, stabbing the final blade into the opponent’s Divine Spring; in the divided soul’s despair, the position of the Divine Spring ebbed like the tide, the remaining trace of power rapidly faded away, and the Divine Spring disappeared together.

At that moment, the divided soul had no strength left, his entire body slumped straight down.

Thunk!

Upon falling, his body lay limp like a jellyfish on the ground, unable to move.

"Eh! It’s not flesh and blood? How bizarre!"

The Artifact Spirit glanced at the divided soul’s fractured hand bone, suddenly exclaimed.

"Research later, there’s still thirty years of Qi Fortune waiting over there!"

Han Yu had no time for research, grabbing someone and stepping into the air, the Cyan Dragon forming under his feet, his entire being transforming into a stream of light quickly flying towards the heavens.

...

"You stinky Daoist, don’t push me, push me again, I’ll have to fight for my life."

The divided soul was entangled for a moment, clashing fiercely with Liu Zongyuan, when suddenly an ominous intuition made him shiver; then a memory swiftly poured into his mind, belonging to another of his selves.

He was chopped into a mortal! 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

How could there be something so vicious?

Is this still the world he knows?

"We can’t stay any longer; the opponent is coming this way. He must escape, and the faster, the better!"

But Liu Zongyuan stubbornly clung to him, making him so angry that he almost exploded in rage.

The whistling sound could already be heard across the sky, moving at a terrifying speed. In just the blink of an eye, they could already see the vast shadow.

"Senior, over here."

Liu Zongyuan shouted loudly as if offering a treasure.

The expression of the divided soul twisted once again, doomed.

No, I can’t die; I can still live.

In the instant Liu Zongyuan was distracted, he immediately pointed to the sky with his fingers, and the mysterious aura flowed within him.

The Heaven and Earth Four Division...

At this critical moment, Han Yu flashed forward, aiming a punch at his forehead.

Bang!

The split soul, forcibly interrupted in its casting, crashed down like a sandbag. Han Yu swooped in immediately, grabbing one split soul while punching another, leaving Liu Zongyuan dumbfounded.

The split soul, which had already received feedback from another body, dared not let Han Yu continue wasting energy. If he was exhausted, he would end up like fish being slaughtered.

He steadied himself in mid-air and immediately broke free from Han Yu’s siege. After retreating quickly, his fingers kept tapping, and his spiritual power was almost fully outputted.

One Finger Cyan Profound!

Netherworld Finger!

Draw a Prison!

...

Han Yu, exuding a bandit-like aura, charged forward fiercely, without even glancing at the surrounding cages, sending eight or nine cyan dragons flying.

As the aura of destruction surged forth, he made no effort to dodge, just kept his head down and charged forward.

The Heaven and Earth roared amidst the waves of destructive auras, and Han Yu’s aura of dominance was fully revealed. Despite countless attacks landing on him, he still approached forcefully!

This, from Liu Zongyuan’s perspective, left him utterly stunned.

This senior was indeed a formidable figure.

Yes, in his heart, Han Yu’s status had risen to that of an ancient, veteran senior.

But one thing puzzled him: this senior’s prowess had never been shown overseas.

From Han Yu’s perspective, he kept his eyes locked on the split soul, continuing his advance despite the attacks.

"Thirty years of Qi Fortune is right in front of you, in total sixty years of Qi Fortune. Hurry up and finish this, then figure out how to divide it."

The Artifact Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness urged impatiently.

There was no aura of dominance, just Han Yu breathing heavily as he faced sudden wealth.

"He’s much weaker now."

Feeling the pain on his body, it didn’t compare to the previous intensity.

"It must be the downside of that bizarre ability," the Artifact Spirit thought quickly.

Watching Han Yu so fearlessly, the split soul widened its eyes in panic.

In the next moment, a Wind Thunder Fist was delivered, changing the color of the clouds and pressing down on the split soul with unparalleled might.

When the punch arrived, fingers were completely destroyed!

When the blade arrived, the split soul felt utter despair.

"Good heavens! This..."

A chilling sensation surged up from Liu Zongyuan’s heart, especially as he watched Han Yu with the intent of slicing someone to pieces.

Being sliced to pieces wasn’t the most terrifying part. The most terrifying part was not knowing what method he used. Liu Zongyuan watched as the split soul’s Realm fell like something dropping from the sky.

From Divine Bridge to Celestial Being, and finally, he even turned the split soul into a mortal.

Shivering despite being immune to cold and heat, he couldn’t help but breathe out a cold mist, feeling a chill to the bone.

He didn’t really want to stay here anymore; this mysterious senior was too terrifying.

But he didn’t dare to leave suddenly, especially fearful that the senior would not have enough satisfaction and slice him too.

After hesitating for a while, Liu Zongyuan finally spoke up timidly.

"Senior, well... may I leave early due to some matters?"

Han Yu, who was stacking the two split souls together, turned his head with an incredibly strange expression upon hearing the voice.

"Senior, are you calling me?"

At this moment, Liu Zongyuan’s mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.

Finally, the two faced each other. He also got a clear look at the face of this senior.

Four eyes met, and they fell into a deathly silence...

...

Ling Wuce had retreated again and again with another person and spirit, having unknowingly withdrawn a full twenty miles away.

There was no choice; the situation at Sea Stone City kept escalating, growing so intense that it made him tremble with fear of being accidentally caught up in it.

Later, the area of disturbance abruptly moved closer to them, leaving no other option but to keep retreating.

At this point, he was already extremely anxious, unaware of the outcome of the battle over there.

Seeing the situation had calmed for the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, Ling Wuce speculated it was over.

But he had no confidence in who had won or lost.

Part of him wanted to investigate, but he was afraid that if Han Yu had lost, he would be sending himself to death.

But staying was also not an option.

"Oh dear..."

The Wood Spirit opened its mouth pitifully.

"Is my body gone?"

Qing Wan’s voice was full of sadness as well.

Such a large commotion had completely frightened the once arrogant Wood Spirit.

Its previous bravado of daring the opponent to bring it on now seemed ridiculous.

As everyone had their thoughts, above the direction of Sea Stone City, a giant Cyan Dragon suddenly appeared in the sky.

As the Cyan Dragon scattered into flames, it quickly reformed into the shape of a hand.

"It’s Han Yu!"

Ling Wuce was overjoyed, instantly understanding after seeing the giant hand lift its thumb.

He had won!