A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 235: The Simpler the Cultivator, the More Techniques in a Duel

The old emperor waved his hand, and the two armored old apes appeared again in their peak condition.

Grand Elder Sun stared in disbelief—what kind of magic artifact was this!?

It had such a law-defying ability!

Just moments ago, these two apes had been on the brink of death.

Because he had some ties with them and knew they were being controlled, Grand Elder Sun hadn’t gone for the kill, hoping he might save them.

Who knew the other side could simply make the two apes stand before him again, good as new.

Grand Elder Sun couldn’t help but fall into despair.

How the h*ll do we fight this?

And this was just the enemy at the Fusion stage. If he were still at the Tribulation Crossing stage…

He wouldn’t even need the Myriad Soul Banner. He could fight three of them alone and kill them all right here.

Let alone the countless vengeful spirits they had to deal with.

And now, the enemy’s aura had climbed back to its peak.

He’d returned to the Tribulation Crossing stage.

The old emperor had replaced the Dragon Qi Golden Core in his body with the Myriad Soul Banner and stepped into the demonic path.

Reentering the Tribulation stage.

It was like someone who had once walked that road—though he had turned back, given the chance, he could step on it again. freёwebnoѵel.com

The old emperor’s entire body began to peel apart;he had fully fused with the Myriad Soul Banner.

He gave up on himself!!

It was a tremendously risky move.

The devouring power of the souls was nearly unbearable.

The old emperor was horrified to find himself seemingly immersed in boundless darkness.

The next moment, countless vengeful spirits he had absorbed into the Myriad Soul Banner began to gather from all directions.

They had ferocious faces, baring their teeth and claws, wailing and cursing with piercing cries.

The spirits scrambled to get to the old emperor, tearing at his body like mad.

“Eat your flesh! Gnaw your skin!!!!”

Every tear brought searing, bone-deep pain, making the old emperor howl in agony.

No matter how he struggled or resisted, he couldn’t escape this torment.

“Aaaaahhhhh.....”

The pain multiplied endlessly, time itself seeming to freeze.

It deliberately extended the suffering.

The old emperor’s consciousness blurred. In the next instant, he was about to pass out.

But passing out here was no different than declaring his death.

“You’ll suffer our torment for all eternity!”

“Give me back my life!”

“Return my life! Return my life!”

“Let’s all go to hell together.”

Countless voices echoed like soul-severing curses straight into the old emperor’s mind.

“...........”

“Hahahahahahaha....”

Suddenly, the old emperor let out a deep, guttural laugh.

“That’s it? This little bit of pain?”

“Compared to what I’ve been through, this is not even one ten-thousandth!!”

Scenes from his past played out in the old emperor’s mind.

In a flash, the darkness vanished. The countless vengeful spirits disappeared too...

The old emperor’s tightly shut eyes finally began to tremble.

As time passed, his eyelids slowly lifted, revealing ancient, solemn eyes.

In that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The old emperor had stepped into a realm he had never reached before.

The disguise that had once masked his true face vanished in an instant.

Before Lingxu stood the unfiltered, completely true version of himself.

He no longer needed to hide—because today, everyone had to die.

Except Li Xuanxiao.

Compared to the suffocating pressure he’d shown when fighting the sword spirit and the other two earlier,

He now seemed calm—but beneath that calm surged boundless power.

He had successfully restrained all the surging energy within him.

The black qi that had once swirled aggressively around him no longer lashed out. It flowed from the inside out.

As if he was the black qi itself.

“I am heaven and earth.”

The old emperor spoke softly.

At that moment, he seemed to comprehend everything between heaven and earth.

Was this… the Grand Ascension stage!?

He couldn’t quite describe it, but this feeling was unlike anything before.

He suddenly felt like thanking Li Xuanxiao.

If it weren’t for him—if he hadn’t been pushed to this point—

He wouldn’t have understood this realm so quickly or gained such enlightenment.

The old emperor glanced around.

The sword spirit’s spiritual aura suddenly collapsed, and even her ancient sword intent began to dissipate. She looked horrified.

Grand Elder Sun couldn’t move a muscle.

This feeling—he’d only experienced it once before.

Back in the Nascent Soul stage, when he faced a Tribulation stage powerhouse.

But this time, it was even more terrifying than that.

Grand Elder Sun trembled inside.

What kind of monster was this man!?

Finally, the old emperor turned his gaze on Lingxu.

He slowly raised his hand, and above the barrier’s sky came a deep rumbling. Suddenly, a huge vertical pupil—blood-red like fresh blood—split open!

This vertical eye seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hells, emitting a fearsome aura.

Endless demonic energy surged like a black tide, instantly forming a terrifying demon body over a hundred zhang tall.

The old emperor sneered coldly.

“Lingxu, I’ve wanted to kill your d*mn a** for a long time!”

“D*mn a**?” Lingxu scratched his head.

Clearly, he didn’t understand the last part.

The old emperor sneered again, “It’s a compliment.”

“Oh.” Lingxu nodded, “So I’m a d*mn a**, and you still want to kill me? You’re the worst friend ever.”

“You clearly have no brains—so why are you so talented in cultivation?”

“When I was struggling through cultivation, caught in palace schemes and power plays, tiptoeing every day...

You! You were just some snot-nosed kid munching on corn like an idiot!”

The more the old emperor talked, the angrier he got.

He’d worked so hard to survive, but this guy got everything for free—how could he not be pissed?

Lingxu, now provoked, snapped back:

“I was munching on sweet potatoes back then, not corn!! Stop making stuff up.”

The old emperor nearly burst out laughing from sheer anger.

“I’m a transmigrator! You’re just some low-born native—why is your cultivation higher than mine?

What right do you have to be better than me?

What makes you worthy of comparison with me?

And that whole thing about the simpler the cultivator, the more complex the combat...

Complex my a**!!

If you’ve got fists, use your fists. No fists? Then kick.

And if that doesn’t work, headbutt.

Your only strategy is choosing between punch, kick, or both at once.

I climbed my way up here step by step, and you got Mount Shushan handed to you without lifting a finger. What gives!?”

With that, the old emperor raised his hand.

The towering demon body behind him also raised its right fist.

Countless spell marks gathered at the fist’s edge, freezing time wherever it passed.

Wherever the fist pointed, space visibly distorted.

The barriers previously set by the sword spirit and Grand Elder Sun shattered, and the vast sea of clouds across ten thousand li was torn apart by the fist wind’s aftershock. The battlefield itself was forcibly rewritten into a domain of fist intent.

As the punch truly launched, blood poured from all seven of Grand Elder Sun’s orifices—he couldn’t even withstand the aftershock.

“Lingxu, you corn-munching idiot, today you die!!”

“BOOOOOOM——!!!”

Lingxu leapt into the air. Behind him, the Dharma Body manifested in golden brilliance.

Though his form was far smaller than the hundred-zhang demon body, not even in the same league,

He raised a single finger—and in that instant, rewrote the laws.

One finger crushed the hundred-zhang demon body into dust.

Pure force domination.

“I told you! It was sweet potatoes!!” Lingxu roared in fury.

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