Chapter 310: The End.
Run?
Can they really escape?
In this moment, Xiao Boyang, Fang Lingqing, Xie Xingzhi, and others couldn't help but ask themselves with a heavy heart.
Before the oppressive pressure, even Xie Xingzhi couldn't help but perspire, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of the sword.
In the blink of an eye, Li Pan decisively shouted, finally bringing back their focus.
"Run!"
Even if they couldn't escape, they had to try!! They must not forget the mission they carried.
In an instant, Chu Tongzheng snapped back to reality.
Yes, their mission!! Their mission was to gather as much information as possible and relay it back to the disciples of the Mathematics Department!! Every encounter with Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan played a crucial role!!
Therefore, in this situation, including Qiao Wan, almost everyone rushed out without even needing to coordinate!!
Run! Run as far as possible!!
They ran, gasping for breath, sweating profusely, running until they were dizzy and their vision blurred.
But it felt as though something heavy, sticky, and dark, symbolizing death, was clinging to them.
In the sky.also moved, each time appearing tens of yards away from his previous position.
The first time, the second time, the third time, each time faster, each time farther.
"It's too slow," the man sighed and casually crushed the head of a nearby reckless disciple.
In that instant, the disciple clenched his teeth, and the information in his jade bracelet flowed out like his own blood, transferring to the Souvenir Image on the other side!
This was the first elder martial sister.
Then came the second, third, and fourth, elder martial sister who were a bit slower. Almost all of them perished at the hands of the man. Just before their demise, they mustered their remaining spiritual power and transmitted this precious information to the disciples of the Mathematics Department, to Qi Feidao, and others!
Fang Lingqing stumbled as he ran, occasionally throwing out spiritual X, trying his best to catch up with the other disciples who were lagging behind!
"Run this way," unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Pei Chunzheng started running with them. As they ran, he created defensive formations by swinging his arms in a "pounding" motion!
Chu Tongzheng looked at him in surprise and asked, "You?!"
Pei Chunzheng clenched his lips and remained silent.
He never wanted to be some kind of sorcerer lord, nor did he care about being one. He only became a sorcerer lord to find Qiao Wan, for his uncle's sake.
Only Ma Huaizhen and others knew that during Pei Chunzheng's time as a sorcerer lord, he secretly protected many cultivators.
Pei Chunzheng gritted his teeth, took off his headband from his wrist, and tied his long hair behind his head. With his narrow sleeves and strong waist, he almost became the same young martial brother from Kunshan as before.
Gradually, some of the teammates seemed to realize that their deaths could buy some time for their fellow comrades.
So, before they died, countless magical treasures appeared like dancing snowflakes! They tried their best to send a message and then self-destructed, hoping to delay Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan for a moment.
However, they couldn't even delay him for a moment.
The man killed someone, teleported, killed the next person, and kept rushing towards the next one.
At the same time as this slaughter began, the Souvenir Image in the Northern Territory was immediately flooded with countless streams of information like the sea!
"How is it going? Any results?" Ma Huaizhen tried hard to divert his gaze from the sky, urgently driving his wheelchair. His face was as hard as steel, asking coldly.
Qi Feidao felt his throat dry, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
He looked at the thousands of cultivators, formation cultivators, magic cultivators, and sword cultivators who had analyzed the results together.
The young man forced a bitter smile, aging rapidly as he activated his techniques. His black hair turned into white hair and fell onto his face.
"......Yes......"
What results?
They figured out that this Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan only has two moves.
One move is teleportation.
The other move is the energy in his hands.
Simple and clean, without any fancy moves, they couldn't even analyze it.
Ma Huaizhen stood frozen in place.
Before setting off, they arranged countless formations, sword techniques, calculations, and spells, hoping to find flaws in Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan's moves.
But now, all of this seemed incredibly laughable.
He was only fast and powerful, relying on nothing but his own innate skills, without any spells or sword techniques.
He himself was a natural killing machine, flawless and without any weaknesses.
Numerous elder martial sisters and younger martial sisters sacrificed themselves, exploding their own dantian, dying in front of the man, only hoping to delay his steps for a moment.
Thrown back by the force of the explosion, Xiao Boyang spurted out blood. The young man didn't have time to feel fear, his brow furrowed tightly, fully focused, mobilizing his energy, and performing his techniques.
He could stop him for a moment! His absolute control of time could definitely stop him for a moment!
The power circulated wildly from his fingertips, and his technique started to work.
Xiao Boyang clearly saw that the man's figure suddenly slowed down and stopped.
He...did he actually do it?
Xiao Boyang was stunned.
Everything in front of him suddenly appeared slower, Qiao Wan , Xie Xingzhi , Fang Lingqing ...
Even Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan appeared slower.
The man's footsteps halted, his hand froze in mid-air.
In Xiao Boyang's eyes, he could clearly see the man's appearance. Suddenly.tilted his head and revealed a gentle smile.
This smile wasn't like a sinister and terrifying nightmare.
Like a clap of thunder, Xiao Boyang stood frozen in place, watching as the man teleported in an instant, appearing right in front of him.
Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan smiled. He lightly raised his finger, just a gentle tap, and Xiao Boyang immediately spat out blood, flying more than ten yards before stumbling and falling to the ground.
"No one can make time stand still," said Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan casually. "There is only one way to make time stand still, and that is through speed."
"Let me teach you," the man patiently instructed. "The faster you go, the slower your time becomes."
"You are too slow," he said, extending his hand and making a gesture.
Just as the situation became critical, Xie Xingzhi took a step forward. With a swift swing of his mighty iron sword, he effortlessly shattered the imposing sword intent into pieces.
The young man's composed demeanor vanished, veins pulsating on his forehead as he angrily shouted, "Retreat!"
At that very moment, a sudden surge of sword energy sliced through the air, and a thin figure suddenly appeared, standing in front of everyone, side by side with Xie Xingzhi. It was Lu Pihan.
"Senior Lu?!" exclaimed Xiao Boyang in astonishment.
"Step back," said Lu Pihan coldly, bravely facing the man not far away! Before he could finish speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "pu" sound.
He was physically weak, standing in front of Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan, confronting this pressure that was no less than torture. It felt as if his muscles and veins were being crushed inch by inch, harder to endure than anyone else.
Suddenly, two young people appeared unexpectedly in front of him, causing his footsteps to momentarily slow down.
"There are many young disciples in the cultivation world," Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan said approvingly, but his gaze was cold and his hands didn't stop moving.
Lu Pihan lowered his eyes, refusing to look at the other person. However, at the moment he was about to make a move with his sword, someone effortlessly pressed the blade with their bare hands.
A middle-aged cultivator in a green robe, with a stern face, stood in front of him and firmly redirected Lu Pihan's sword.
Lu Pihan paused, stunned, and then recognized that it was Li Pan.
"Elder... cough... Elder..."
Qiao Wan could feel her lungs tearing apart, blood gushing from her mouth one after another. Lu Pihan looked grim as he coughed, veins popping on his forehead.
"Step back," Li Pan said in a deep voice as he unsheathed his sword.
The ebony sheath, which had never left its scabbard before, was thrown into the sky. Sword energy surged forth, instantly clearing the surrounding evil atmosphere.
Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan halted his steps. "It's you."
"You are..." he hesitated for a moment, "Fa Xiu?"
"Are you trying to stop me?" Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan smiled slightly, curiosity in his eyes. He pondered, "I remember, you were with Bu Huo."
Li Pan ignored Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan. Both his swords, the small white one and the enormous black one, flew out at the same time! They shimmered in the distance, reflecting the crimson desert. The setting sun slowly descended.
The sword light shone like a glorious rainbow, reaching for the sky.
Qiao Wan remembered that Fa Xiu's defensive moves were rarely defensive. They were full of lethal tactics, using thunderous methods to intimidate opponents from daring to invade.
In just a moment, the power of the sword was strong and fierce, pushing the man back. Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan felt he must show respect for such mighty sword energy.
So he stretched out his pale and thin fingers, gently tapping the empty space. Suddenly, a small spirit pearl appeared in his hand, compressed to a very tiny size. As a result of its strong gravitational force, the sand around him swiftly formed a whirlwind, creating a high wall in front of him.
Being pulled by this gravitational force, the sand was attracted towards the tiny spirit pearl. With a loud crash, it formed a barrier against the powerful sword that intended to break through the sky.
The force of the impact caused Li Pan to step back several steps, clutching the Unforgivable Sword, and spewing out blood!
Looking at the raggedy demon realm ruler in front of him, Li Pan paused and closed his eyes, trying to hold himself back.
Just now, he had personally protected the little one behind him, watching helplessly as Meng Guangze left.
He was very tired of living, but for the sake of his friends and the oath they made together, he carried a heart full of determination to make the world a better place. He walked alone in the empty Taiping College for a long time, traveling far and wide, across lakes and seas, just to recruit disciples and reopen the college.
Now, the spark has been ignited again, and Buping College has been reestablished. Qiao Wan has regained Meng Guangze's former appearance.
Today, this place is the end of his journey. Li Pan realizes clearly that he should have died here centuries ago.
Six hundred years ago, he led troops to stay in the northern region while Meng Guangze went to the demon realm with over three thousand students.
All of his students died there.
After a moment's pause, Li Pan opened his stern eyes. He seemed to see countless lost souls on the ground, those smiling kids standing in front of him, calling him "Elder Li."
Bringing together the profound emotions in his heart, Li Pan raised the "Unforgivable Sword" and slid two fingers along the blade.
Fresh blood flowed down the groove.
He went to fulfill an unfinished promise.
It wasn't a promise from Buping College, but a special agreement belonging to Taiping College.
Today, everything in Taiping College will be buried here.
Unforgivable Sword, filled with hot blood, appeared and blood rained down! Without hesitation, a sword struck at Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan's waist!
This battle only lasted for three moves.
After the third move, Li Pan fell to the ground, completely exhausted.
He lost.
Looking at the ground, Li Pan thought calmly.
But he had bought enough time for Qiao Wan and the others to escape, and that was enough.
Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan focused slightly and threw the spiritual object in his hand, just as it was about to hit the thin back of the man!
Suddenly, a figure unexpectedly appeared and stood between them, shielding Li Pan from this thunderous strike.
"Master... Uncle..." the person turned around, revealing a face covered in blood and flesh. The green clothes on their body bent down like willow branches.
"Green waist?" Li Pan was surprised.
"Uncle," the lively and agile little girl in the green clothes smiled. With her slender body, she boldly faced Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan's attack. "Uncle saved me before, and I will fight alongside him until the very end."
She remembered that summer, the bright sun in the sky, cracked yellow soil, noisy cicadas, and wilted grass.
She squatted on a mound to urinate.
The old man smiled and beckoned, "Nini, come here and urinate. Come to grandpa."
When that disgusting hand reached into her clothes and she couldn't break free.
She heard the sound of a sword ringing.
Red rain fell all around, and the old man slowly fell down. His right hand still on his waistband, revealing a withered and wrinkled thing. His head rolled far away with a gurgling sound.
She thought about the pair of white shoes that had a little bit of mud and blood on them, and the blue clothes she was wearing.
A serious middle-aged cultivator stood in front of her, carrying a small sword with a white sheath on his back and holding a large sword with a black sheath in his hand. The large sword was dripping blood.
"Later," said the person with a green sash solemnly, "Li Pan killed the old man with a sword."
"He then chopped off the old man's belongings with another sword, walked up to the little girl, crouched down, helped her put on clothes, held her hand, and left."
"This is the first time I've seen the Unforgivable Sword unsheathed," said the person with a green sash with a slight smile.
Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan looked surprised and asked, "Who is this?"
Then he looked at Li Pan and asked cautiously, "Is she your student? She's dead, do you want me to help you?"
The man showed a caring and gentle smile, extended his finger, and waved his hand. A wave of demonic energy enveloped Li Pan and another wave enveloped the lifeless body of the person with the green sash.
Li Pan immediately recognized that this was a situation where they wanted to forcibly turn the green-waisted corpse into a puppet. He witnessed the green-waisted girl dying in front of him, and he didn't say anything.
With a loud "clang," the Unforgivable Sword was unsheathed and a single strike cleanly severed the girl's neck.
This strike not only severed the green-waisted girl's neck, but also put an end to Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan's attempt to forcefully corrupt her.
This time, Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan was truly taken aback.
Li Pan calmly moved his fingertips and the tip of the sword moved with it. His expression remained cold and stern, though his slightly trembling hand seemed to betray his inner turmoil.
The Unforgivable Sword, like a judgmental weapon, hung over his head.
The Impunity Sword was often unsheathed, while the Unforgivable Sword remained sheathed. But once it was unsheathed, it was a deadly move.
He closed his eyes.
Under the wide-eyed gaze of everyone, he reached out, flipped his palm, and pressed it against the sky, slowly pushing down.
With each inch pressed down, the sword point descended another inch.
In the end, the sword point landed on top of his head. After losing to Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan, unwilling to succumb to darkness, this proud man chose a tragically heroic and gruesome way to split himself in half!
At the moment the sword point fell, it cut through his dantian, releasing a powerful pressure that accompanied the explosive airflow. The ground beneath Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan burst open, creating a huge crater!
Gazing at the swirling dust and ashes before him, Immortal Emperor Shi Yuan moved his finger and smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, sighing, "It's dirty again, it was already in poor condition."
Qiao Wan , still rushing forward, heard the earth-shattering explosion and turned her head, shouting in distress.
"Elder!"
As her blood and energy surged, her eyes turned crimson. She gripped her sword and prepared to charge back without considering the consequences!
Run? Run from what?!
What's the use of running away if it only breaks one's courage? Instead of trying to escape, why not take a chance?
And so, Lu Pihan watched in anger as Qiao Wan suddenly hit the brakes and turned around without any hesitation!
"Qiao Wan!"
Just as Lu Pihan's face turned pale with anger and he began to cough up blood, a radiant golden light suddenly descended and wrapped around Qiao Wan, holding her tightly.
"Qiao Wan." Miaofa quickly released her and pushed her back.
Looking up, they faced the figure standing in the distance and shouted, "Stop right there!"
