Starforce Warriors-Chapter 595: Execution

"You are mistaken," the Xie family ancestor said solemnly. "Entering Eden means abandoning all ties to the mundane world. You must devote yourself entirely to the Lord God. The Lord God's will is absolute and unquestionable. I do not care that you destroyed the Xie family of the Northwest, just as I do not care about the rise or fall of Great Xia. Only by relinquishing such trivial attachments can one truly achieve liberation."

"The Lord God's will?" Li Xiaofei asked. "Is it the Lord God’s will to destroy Great Xia?"

The Xie ancestor nodded. Then, he shook his head. Li Xiaofei’s expression grew puzzled.

"It’s not about destroying Great Xia," the Xie ancestor clarified. He hesitated before continuing, but in the end, he said, "It’s simply the season for harvest. Whether it’s wheat or barley, oats or corn, all crops must be harvested. Some ripen early, others later. The only difference is the order in which they are reaped."

The other four ancestors exchanged glances, realizing that their leader truly admired the young man standing before them. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be saying such things or spending so much time on him.

Li Xiaofei seemed to grasp something, though his understanding was incomplete. Still, he had no desire to delve deeper into the subject.

"I see," Li Xiaofei said.

The Xie ancestor asked, "What is it that you see?"

Li Xiaofei responded calmly, seriously, and with a profound sense of regret, "I see that the heroes of the past are long dead. What stands before me now is nothing more than an old dog, clinging desperately to scraps."

The Xie ancestor did not grow angry. At his age, having witnessed countless marvels and oddities, he had long since discarded unnecessary emotions. His heart was as calm and still as a graveyard, unshaken by storms and untouched by dust.

He shook his head lightly, his expression tinged with a trace of disappointment.

"I knew from the beginning that you would refuse," the Xie family ancestor said with a sigh.

"Young people, brimming with vitality and ambition, thriving in the prime of their lives, can never understand the fear of life’s countdown or the terror of nearing its end. Without that understanding, they can never grasp the allure of immortality. What a pity. Even a genius like you is destined to fall."

As he finished speaking, he rubbed his palms together. A roaring dragon of fire materialized instantly around him, coiling and roaring in fury.

The intense heat filled the Corpse Emperor’s Abyssal Tower, transforming it into an inferno. The stone walls and stages warped and distorted under the fiery energy. Wooden beams crackled as they rapidly carbonized even without visible flames. This was the strength of a Great Saint at the peak of cultivation.

At the same time, the other four ancestors unleashed their own terrifying auras, each one resonating at the same overwhelming level. The pressure in the room grew chaotic as it surged with violent currents.

Li Xiaofei’s robes billowed wildly, and his hair was swept back by a fierce gale. Behind him, the corpse-ified Xiao Bieli was flung into the air, crashing heavily against a distant wall. At this level of combat, even a Saint was no more significant than a speck of dust.

"I had hoped to offer you clarity, but alas, the bright moon casts its light into the gutters," the Xie family ancestor said with a final sigh.

He genuinely seemed regretful, but he knew there was no point in saying more. "Perhaps this is the fate of all geniuses... destined to burn brightly, only to meet an early demise. We’re short on time, Li Xiaofei. Say your farewells to this vibrant yet unforgiving world."

As his voice fell, the fire dragon lunged forward. The other four Great Saint-level ancestors moved simultaneously, wasting no words. They had no intention of engaging one-on-one. This was an execution.

Li Xiaofei’s expression shifted slightly. With his strength and numerous advantages, he might not win against four peak-level Great Saints, but escaping wouldn’t be difficult. However, Tan Qingying and Old Tan were behind him. If these four mangy dogs broke through and destroyed the fragile balance of the Corpse Emperor’s Abyssal Tower, it would destabilize the environment, and Tan Qingying’s injuries would spiral out of control.

He let out a low growl as he began to transform into a ten-meter-tall giant. Visible energy vortices surged around him, his inner qi roaring and flowing freely within his body, which was now pushed to its absolute limit in both release and compression.

His skin radiated gold and silver light of flames and frost. The dual energies of his Dual Sacred Body of Blade and Sword erupted with devastating intensity. A saber appeared in his left hand, while a sword appeared in his right. Li Xiaofei had unleashed his strongest form.

The Corpse Emperor’s Abyssal Tower was ill-suited for his full giant form. But by limiting the extent of his transformation and compressing his body to its maximum density, he could unleash attacks that were even more explosive and destructive than before.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Waves of energy clashed violently as six Great Saint-level powerhouses fought to the death within the confines of the Abyssal Tower. This wasn’t a duel or sparring. It was a brutal, life-or-death struggle.

The deafening roars of the battle were unceasing. Flashes of light filled the sixteenth level of the tower. There were only blurs of brilliance as both sides moved at speeds that defied perception.

The five peak-level Great Saints, led by the Xie family ancestor, were the most formidable foes Li Xiaofei had ever faced. These were monsters who had lived for centuries and fought countless battles drenched in blood and chaos. They had mastered the Great Xia martial lineage, a system of close combat skills that was unparalleled on Earth.

Even the Great Saints of the West paled in comparison. The swordsman who had died under Li Xiaofei’s rusty blade, for instance, had mastered the blade to a near mythical extent. So when five opponents of the same caliber fought in unison while sparing no effort or cost, their assault would have overwhelmed any ordinary Great Saint. Most wouldn’t have lasted three seconds.

But their opponent was Li Xiaofei; a monster who had cultivated both inner qi and physical strength and an unparalleled prodigy who wielded countless mythical and legendary martial arts. Against all odds, the five Great Saints found themselves unable to obtain a swift victory.

This realization came as a profound shock to them. The supposedly invincible chainsaw sword struck Li Xiaofei’s body, only to leave faint white marks. Punches, kicks, and strikes that could demolish a city in an instant failed to make him stumble even a single step.

Instead, the counterforce from the impacts left the five Great Saints with numb fists and feet. The longer the battle raged, the more astonished they became. Even the most hot-headed among them, the Feng family ancestor, couldn’t help but secretly admire the young Great Xia martial artist whom the Xie ancestor valued so highly.

This boy is so young, yet already possesses such terrifying combat strength. What heights can he achieve given enough time to grow?

What kind of legend might he create in the centuries to come?

What a pity.

Time isn’t on his side.

In this small, constricted experimental field, no matter how extraordinary or defiant a sapling’s growth, if it refuses to bow its head, it would inevitably be cut down.

"End this quickly," the Xie ancestor commanded with a sharp yell.

A single glance from him conveyed his intent to the other four Great Saints. They adjusted their tactics instantly.

"Fiftyfold Gravity Marsh!"

The Zhou family ancestor suddenly withdrew from the fray, dropping to one knee as he slammed both hands onto the ground. A burst of ultra-powerful starforce, drawn from Eden’s techniques, erupted forth.

Li Xiaofei immediately felt his entire body being dragged toward the ground. It was as if countless demonic hands from the depths of hell had seized him and were trying to bury him in an eternal abyss.

Li Xiaofei’s body, which had been moving at breakneck speed, was suddenly pinned in place. The Xie family ancestor seized the opportunity to slam both palms against Li Xiaofei’s chest.

The fire dragon coiled around him like an inescapable curse. Scorching heat surged through every pore, roaring and writhing as it sought to invade his body and incinerate him from the inside out, leaving nothing but smoke and ashes.

Li Xiaofei reacted with lightning speed. He summoned the energy of his ice sword to counter the Xie ancestor’s fire dragon. At the same time, his formidable body unleashed an even more terrifying force, resisting the fiftyfold gravity that bound him, and he began to move again.

“Fiftyfold Gravity Marsh!” The Huangfu family ancestor’s voice rang out.

Almost simultaneously, he activated his own ultra-powerful starforce technique. It was identical to the one used by the Zhou family ancestor. Though classified as a low-tier divine technique in Eden, this ability was deceptively simple yet devastatingly effective in turning the tide of battle in critical moments.

Just as Li Xiaofei managed to break free, his movements were once again halted. A strange, faint fragrance drifted into his nose. This was the work of the Zheng family ancestor.

A medic by profession, he was an expert in crafting bizarre and powerful potions. The invisible, odorless mist he unleashed, known as Stellar Drunken Mist, was a starforce ability from Eden that could instantly relax and soften even the hardest of substances.

Li Xiaofei’s indomitable physique, upon inhaling the strange mist, suddenly weakened as his muscles softened uncontrollably. This was the moment the Feng family ancestor, wielding the chainsaw sword, had been waiting for.

Pfft!

The chainsaw sword, gleaming like a streak of light, plunged into Li Xiaofei’s left chest. It took mere moments for it to shred his heart to pieces. The starforce within the chainsaw sword, an ultra-powerful energy exclusive to Eden, was capable of annihilating not just the body but also the soul of a Great Saint in a single blow.

“It’s over,” the Feng ancestor declared coldly as he pressed the blade downward to slice Li Xiaofei cleanly in two.