My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 897 - 532: Righteousness Reaches the Clouds! (Triple Update Combined)

The voice was as loud as a great bell, as if the person before him was guilty of heinous crimes.

Chen Yi was not agitated, he ignored it and turned his face towards Su Hongtao,

"Snatching his soul, is it because you fear my Soul Searching, or... do you intend to resurrect him?"

Yin Yijian's face suddenly stiffened, unable to speak for a moment.

Su Hongtao abruptly spoke: "This child is not of the good kind, crafty and deceitful, Judge shouldn't engage with him. Quarreling with such a huge evil only weakens your own imposing presence."

In a confrontation between two armies, imposing presence is crucial. Su Hongtao had served as a Training Envoy and is now a Capital Commander, leading troops for a decade. A strong presence, endurance, bringing down an execution inevitably results in death, each battle undecided for many days, but with vigorous morale, even slightly weaker individuals can exchange life for life if they possess the necessary determination.

"You two need not concern yourselves with my corpse, do not fear, life is finite, and death is inevitable, consider not the things like resurrection?"

Su Hongtao maintained his demeanor, standing with grave dignity,

"Even if bones are shattered and flesh torn, I have made my decision..."

Halfway through his words, the sword tip abruptly flipped a half jar of strong wine, pouring it over Su Hongtao's yet unwarmed corpse, Chen Yi overturned the oil lamp,

"Then don't live."

Chen Yi simply doused his corpse with wine and fire, leaving no bones intact.

At the moment the flame hit the ground, ghostly blue flames shot up seven feet high along the streaks of wine, smoke and fumes rising, the scent of burning mixed with the sound of flesh exploding.

"How dare you, scoundrel?!"

Su Hongtao's face changed dramatically, his voice filled with rage.

Chen Yi grinned, stepped forward once, shadow suddenly vanishing in front of the three, air still for a moment, Ji Yuan seemed to sense something, abruptly turning to leap towards an empty spot.

Chen Yi's figure happened to appear there, Ji Yuan launched three palms, bones cracking like explosive thunder, Buddha Light blazing, the sweeping winds making the entire building shake.

A sword met the challenge without retreat, facing it head on, Ji Yuan's three palms struck the sword, the sword light rippling throughout the building, countershock leaving him briefly stiff, he shouted loudly, Buddha Light on his back trembled greatly, a phantom of Unmoving Ming King suddenly appeared, delivering a palm as towering as a mountain.

Chen Yi's eyes gleamed sharply, sword point grew faster, piercing and parrying, dissolving Buddha Light akin to butchering an ox, Ji Yuan's pupils narrowed intensely, he only knew from Jianghu rumors about Chen Yi's Fourth Rank, feeling he could easily suppress him, but now his Buddha Light was like a sea, seemingly enveloping Chen Yi but really never entering within three yards.

Yet, Chen Yi fought with escalating madness, the sharp Sword Qi tearing apart the Buddha Light and even damaging Ming King's dharma body. Ji Yuan was greatly astonished, forced to accelerate his moves just to keep pace with Chen Yi. Stuck at the Fourth Rank bottleneck for long, possessing numerous dharma bodies, they fought fiercely, Buddha Light suddenly brightening like a star.

Whoosh!

Unmoving Ming King pressed a palm down, the building structure collapsed like paper, flames soared, raging fiercely.

Sword edge sliced past the palm, Chen Yi's Sword Qi formed against the palm force, suspended high, knife in hand suddenly gleaming brightly, the knife tip forcefully dragged downwards from Ming King's forehead.

Ji Yuan's thick clothing tore, a wave blowing between them, he hurriedly retreated, warmth at his cheeks, blood seeping at the corner of his mouth.

Su Hongtao's expression turned from iron blue to grey desolation, eyes carrying fierce and venomous hues,

In ordinary times, he always maintained vigilance, guarded by elite martial artists, and having mastered the Su Family's ancestral Summoning God Skill, capable of exorcising and commanding spirits. Direct confrontation, as powerful as one might be, can drown them all. Otherwise, why would Netherworld Judge Yin Yijian need to collaborate with him or with the Su Family behind them?

But who would have thought this person would be so reckless, as a follower of the White Lotus Sect, whether to leave Wuchang or not completely at his own whim, yet dared to act directly, precisely because of foresightless calculation, Su Hongtao exposed a flaw, a flaw that nearly cost him his life.

He strove to calm himself, faced Yin Yijian, rasping: "Judge, any strategy?"

Yin Yijian's expression was equally grim.

The fierce wind whirled, the battle swept intensely, broken monk's robes filled the sky like blossoms falling, Ji Yuan's Buddha Light not as bright as before, though battling nonstop, still gradually showing decline.

Su Hongtao shouted repeatedly: "Judge, if no strategy is found, we'll die with scattered souls!"

This shout stirred Yin Yijian's robe, his expression shifted several times, finally he said: "Despite the child's strong killing power, he's still an Underworld officer… if so, the only choice is to invoke King Yan's dominance."

With that, he pulled out a Jade Tablet from his chest, fingertips bleeding black blood, using his hand as pen, black mist rose where it dripped.

Whenever painting before the Lord, use a tablet; when receiving command, write it on the tablet.

The black mist steamed from his feet, Yin Yijian gritted his teeth, pen fiercely burning, he said: "Invoke Anshan Gong for an incense stick's worth of time, within that time, this child must fall."

Upon hearing this, Su Hongtao's expression steadied. Though only left with his soul, many Summoning God Skills are void, but there are deities nourished by centuries of Su Family incense, having forged immense connections, invoking them although insufficient to kill Chen Yi, is a definite way to suppress and delay.

He laughed heartily: "Judge, not just one incense stick, three would be more than enough."

Su Hongtao raised his arms, swallowed the sky's clear air, throat rolling, eyes flipping, with a gleam, mouth opening once more, ancient eerie tones poured out, he howled towards the skies, vast clouds gathered swiftly overhead.