Chapter 1311: Chapter 1249: Ignorant Humans

A pause, a breath.

Amid the swirling, changing aura, he seemed possessed by countless powerful auras.

His aura was chaotic.

Yet, inexplicably, it expanded and intensified.

The sword in his hand grew increasingly cold, its sword blade gleaming ten thousand miles...

With the sword pointing at the sky dome, facing Taiyang, suddenly that floating sun seemed to be drawn into the sword.

The sun fell, and amid the darkness of heaven and earth, the sword flickered and vanished, its sword light rippling like the sun emerging, rendering the entire Wuming Sea fiery red...

As the sword light advanced, it seemed intent on destroying everything.

The sword light collided head-on with the mysterious stele!

In this instance, the advance of the mysterious stele, invincible in its path, momentarily stalled.

Yet, the sword light also paused.

The two were evenly matched, intertwined in mid-air, as if to determine the victor would require time.

"You little bastard, it seems I underestimated you; a damned, repulsive, ant-like trash like you, yet you attempt to wield the ultimate stone stele??? On what basis?! But even if you wield the stele, what of it? Now, the stele is ensnared by my divine skills, incapable of aiding you further; what will you use to oppose me?! Without the stele, you are rubbish I could kill with a single glance!!! Hahahaha..."

Lin Yan’s complexion, pale amid violent emotional fluctuations, showed traces of excited cruelty.

The reason was simple; he had nearly died because of Ye Tian’s stone stele.

Almost killed by trash he previously hadn’t even bothered to look at—imaginable distress after such an encounter.

He was full of hatred.

Yet immensely pleased.

Not far away.

Jin Qingcheng was distressed.

"Father Emperor, I beg you, beg you, beg you, your daughter pleads..."

Jin Qingcheng cried out loudly, tearful, as Ye Tian, relying on the stele, had created a miracle and surprise none dared believe, yet still lacked a sliver; now, with the stele entangled by Lin Yan’s skills, Ye Tian was finished—how could she not worry?

She even wanted to intervene herself to help Ye Tian, but the aura from Father Emperor locked and trapped her, rendering her unable.

Just then.

Lin Yan’s form suddenly surged, like instantaneous movement, rushing toward Ye Tian, roaring, "Little bastard, I’m about to torture you to death, feel despair?!!! Little bastard, don’t you wield such an ultimate treasure like the stele? Why not conjure forth another treasure for me to see... Hahaha, do you have another treasure comparable to the stele to save your life?!"

Lin Yan mocked, unrestrained, and utterly relaxed.

He deliberately questioned whether Ye Tian could use some stronger treasure—purely to mock Ye Tian.

Common sense suggests this is impossible.

In a flash, Lin Yan was in front of Ye Tian, face to face.

At that moment.

"You want me to use some other treasure? Fine, as you wish." Ye Tian suddenly laughed, facing Lin Yan, mocking with a smile.

Then...

"Sss!!!"

Moluo Sword, unsheathed.

Holding the Moluo Sword.

The world changed colors.

The sky dome fell silent.

Even nearby Emperor Jin’s expression shifted drastically, his posture trembling. Moluo Sword moved.

Easily slashed through.

Then...

Lin Yan’s smile, mockery, wantonness, and smugness—all expressions froze.

Signs of life dissipated swiftly.

With that.

Puff...

Lin Yan dissolved into nothingness.

Died under the Moluo Sword.

Lin Yan sought his own end, arrogantly standing within close range, robbing himself of the sole means of escape through the Moluo Sword, via speed and movement technique—he had no chance...

Isn’t this suicide?!!!

Around them, the atmosphere remained frozen, even though Lin Yan had been dead for a minute.

Even now, no one had recovered from the shock.

Still as silent as the night of the dead.

Another minute passed.

Finally, Ye Tian turned his gaze to Emperor Jin: "Sir, you see, I sent this Mr. Lin of the Great Thousand World to the afterlife, did I not?"

Emperor Jin’s eyes flickered as he stared deeply at Ye Tian.

Deep in his gaze was intense shock.

"Brother Ye Tian, you..." Jin Qingcheng wept, thrilled and moved, wanting to shout—not because Ye Tian created another miracle, but because Ye Tian survived.

"Young man, you indeed accomplished this, somewhat surprising this Emperor." Emperor Jin said lightly, but quickly followed with coldness and mockery: "However, your accomplishment was merely through borrowed treasures, and still required two swords."

"Using treasures can also be considered a skill, right?" Ye Tian frowned slightly.

Why don’t these treasures follow others?

Even if they did, could they use them?

"A skill? Treasures are favorable, but mere external aids. Can treasures help you defeat someone slightly stronger than you, or someone a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger?" Emperor Jin snorted.

Purely to discourage Ye Tian!!!

Harshly discouraging, suppressing.

He was displeased.

Ye Tian felt speechless; he should be thankful for being Qingcheng’s father emperor, otherwise he’d be gone.

Seeing Ye Tian remain silent, Emperor Jin snorted again: "Take this Emperor, hypothetically giving you a chance to wield those two treasures, touch even a single hair, I’ll concede victory. Young man, are you up to it?!"

Ye Tian continued silent, even more speechless.

Emperor Jin’s face bore a noble, condescending smile.

Just a super demon from the Small Thousand World, perhaps lucky with impressive encounters, perhaps possessing unbelievable divine skills and techniques, even blessed with heavenly fortune.

But ultimately just a youngster from the Small Thousand World, a minor path.

No matter how exceptional, unsupported by any major powers.

Unless always remaining in the Small Thousand World, venturing into the Great Thousand World would be fleeting; like a meteor, he’s observed too many such super demons over eons—useless.

Not worth recruiting.

Even less worthy of coveting his daughter. Emperor Jin prepared to leave with his daughter!!!

But at this moment.

Suddenly.

An unexpected, contemptuous, murderous mocking voice emerged: "Such ignorance, do you realize he’s giving you a chance? Noble mother—of yours! Proud ancestor—of yours! Here, here, this Goddess needs only one hand. You’re allowed to summon every subordinate, helper, even seniors of your so-called Jinluo Heaven! This Goddess will use only one move; if you withstand even a tenth, consider it your victory!"

A divine soul, stunningly beautiful to the extreme, emerged from Ye Tian’s Divine Soul Sea.

No one could sense how powerful the Nine Heavens Goddess truly was.

Because she merely felt painfully ordinary as a divine soul.

Of course, everyone present could see this divine soul emerged from Ye Tian’s Divine Soul Sea.

The Nine Heavens Goddess’s indifferent, scornful voice, like nuclear bombs, landed on everyone’s ears and hearts.

Then, too many couldn’t help but want to laugh.

Mm.

Amused by the Nine Heavens Goddess’s extreme arrogance.

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